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“Blue.”
“I’m going to spread the lube with my fingers.”
And she blessedly does just that, her fingertips slowly circling my hole.
“Blue,” I nearly sing.
“I’m going to insert a finger, Garen. This is very important. You call out your safe word and this all ends. Is our trust intact?”
“Yes.” I make my voice as strong as I can so there can be no misinterpretation. “You have all my trust.”
There’s a quiet beat, then, “I’m entering you now.”
Her finger penetrates my ass slow, spreading the tight ring with her small finger, and just her entering me to the first knuckle makes my body jolt with pleasure, and I cry out, or maybe sob, I’m not sure. But I shout, “Blue, blue, blue,” and spread my legs, inviting her in deeper.
She complies, still so slow, until I feel the rest of her bent fingers against my ass cheek.
“I’m going to move now.”
“Please.” My body shakes, tears begin to fall from my eyes. “Sin, please. Help me.”
One curl of her finger and the tip massages my prostate, makes my spine go taut, steals my voice. Another curl, then an in and out motion, and my mouth falls open wordlessly.
“Where are we?”
“B-blue,” I wheeze. “Need more. Please.”
Her finger pulls out completely, and there’s a rustling sound. “I’m right here,” she assures. “I’m preparing a toy for you.”
The idea sets every nerve ending in my body ablaze. When her hand rests on my ass cheek this time, she asks, “Would you like to try vibration?”
Vibration takes us out of the realms of my trauma. It makes things different. But maybe that’s exactly what I need. To claim this dark desire for my own. On my terms.
“Yes. Please.”
I hear the buzzing before I feel anything, and then there’s a slick, slippery, blunt thing pressed against my hole, and I let out an involuntary cry of pleasure so deep, my eyes fly open.
“Oh, gods,” I wheeze, writhing on the couch arm, cum dripping down my hand to the floor.
“Where are we?”
“Blue,” I sigh. “So fucking blue.”
“Do you want it inside of you?”
“More than anything.”
The vibrations remain the same intensity, but Sin pushes the toy past the tight ring, then slides it all the way home swiftly, and I choke on pleasure, the blunt head nestled in just the right spot inside me to make my blood sing.
It takes me a moment to realize that Sin’s hips are flush against my ass. She’s fucking me. Really fucking me, with a strap-on. The thought sends me feral with desire.
“I need to come,” I shout. “Please, Mistress.”
“Work your cock, baby,” she croons. “I’ve got you.”
As soon as I begin to wank, she’s fucking my ass, keeping up with my pace like we were meant to do this. To be like this together. She fucks harder and faster as my rhythm grows sloppy and sounds are pouring from my mouth that I’ve never made in my life. Like some animal, some out of control beast, until I come, screaming at the top of my lungs, my back bowing so taut that Sin places her hand on the center of my chest when I’m reared up, and that contact, that connection of love, wracks my body with sobs all over again.
When I finally come down, Sin pulls out of me. “Stay here, baby. I’ll be right back.”
