AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The third time he had freed both of her hands. Her arms lay boneless at her sides.
He reached for the bedstand where he’d placed the special toys he’d brought just for her and the scented oil that would make his play so much easier for her. He left the bottle on the bed, within arm’s reach.
The dildo was magnificent, even by his practiced standards. He’d had it specially made, an enhanced version of himself, on the hopeful chance he would be her chosen lover. “Isabelle, would you like this?” He sat up, leaned over her and traced the smooth, wooden toy down her body, between her breasts until it rested at the junction of her thighs.
The enticing display of her partially spread legs showed the creamy fluid he’d coaxed from her body. Her sex was swollen from the pleasure. “Isabelle? Answer me.”
She shook her head in denial, but her gaze remained dazedly fixed on the smooth contours of the phallus. Her mouth open, she licked at her lips.
“Ask me for it.”
“I can’t.”
“Ask me or you’ll be tied to the bedpost until I’ve wrung every drop of this pearly fluid from your body.” He ran his fingers through those juices and then caressed her nipple.
“Just do it,” she gasped, the air rushing from her lungs as her desire overcame her.
Dorian brushed the hard phallic head against her luscious cunt and settled it near her entrance, pushing a small length of the tip inside. “Mmm, you want this badly, don’t you, sweet?”
Her body lurched, hungry and demanding. He pulled the dildo away and her eyes flamed in anger.
“Not yet. I need you to do something for me,” he said.
She squinted at him, giving him a hard glance that said she wasn’t pleased.
“On the edge of the bed. Grab the bedpost,” he said. “Don’t let go until I allow it.”
Isabelle resisted his demand for a moment then obeyed. Glancing over her shoulder, her hungry gaze followed his every move. He knelt behind her, his chest to her back, one of his legs between hers to urge her supple limbs in the direction he wanted. “Relax. You’re going to like this.”
He reached around and soothed the dildo down her body. She arched her back, her buttocks and legs flexing as she spread herself in anticipation. He slid his hand to the juncture of her thighs and held the soft, velvety skin open. Massaging the wooden toy across her lips and flaming bud, he waited until he heard the short, breathy gasps and felt the gentle thrust of her hips as she propelled herself against his straining erection and toward the secret wanting. Once he bathed the toy in her fluids, he slipped the thick pleasure rod into her body.
Everything he did to her drove him higher. His excitement banded around his groin, his muscles contracting early. Too early. His release, when it came, would be blinding.
Isabelle rocked back, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks while Dorian thrust the phallus in and out of her. She keened, falling forward, gripping the post tighter. Her moan, low and throaty, filled the chamber. She glanced back at him, her eyes slitted and her mouth opened, wanting his kiss. He took her quickly, open-mouthed and deep while he moved his knee, pushing her leg wider, opening her farther. His cock fell naturally into the cleft of her fine, round bottom.
“Shh. There’s more.” He thrust the invading member a few times, gentle strokes designed to please and entice. Each full, slow plunge brought a moan from Isabelle.
Dorian intended to possess every inch of her. Repositioning slightly, he sheltered her smaller, more fragile frame, using the torment of the dildo, pressing inside her body, into her deep, desirable cunt. Her hips thrust rhythmically underneath him as she tried to soothe her body against the thick ridges of the crafted cock. She liked it. Her pleasant moans and hums satisfied Dorian’s need to master her.
He grabbed one of her hands and brought it to the dildo. “Hold this. Deep. And don’t move.”
With one hand, he caressed and then opened her tight-cheeked bottom, displaying the pink, puckered flesh. He grabbed the bottle of oil with his free hand, popped the cork and drizzled a generous portion over his cock. He swore as he tried to get the stopper back in the bottle with only one hand.
She was moaning with want, barely noticing that he was engaged in stroking his cock with the silken oil.
“Isabelle, I need you to be still for a moment.” He pushed his long, straining cock forward, touching her, nearly breaking through the dam of his carefully erected reserve.
Her body froze in rigid anticipation. Isabelle gasped, “Dorian!”
Poised at her other entrance, he allowed the fleshy cheeks to encase the length of his cock. She reacted with a long, needy wail. He placed a light kiss at her neck.
“You will die from pleasure, Isabelle. I won’t hurt you,” he assured.
“Dorian…I…” Her body pulsed and shook beneath him.
With one hand, he spread her ass cheeks. He nudged inward, his hard cock probing through the soft cleft and tight sphincter of her fleshy ass.
“Relax, sweet. I’m coming.”
