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“Good,” he says. “And if you wish me to stop, you will tell me to do so. If you wish me to untie you, I’ll call in the guards to help you out of your cuffs.”
I frown. “You won’t do it yourself?”
He gives me a soft smile, though he reaches out to touch my face—and he doesn’t have to use his Gift for it to feel like sparks are shooting through to my core. His plain touch alone is enough to drive me wild.
“No, Penn,” he says softly. “Because I still don’t trust you.”
“How can I convince you to let me in?” I ask.
He frowns.
But he doesn’t respond, standing and swiftly walking behind me, almost like he’s trying to escape my stare. I feel his touch again right away—on my back, on my ass, curling around my thigh. The cold metal of the toy touches my inner thigh, but his hands don’t move to touch where I’m so wet and ready for him, even though I’m ready to beg.
Not that I will.
I won’t pressure him.
This is pressure enough.
The first thing I feel is the cold tip of the smooth metal on my aching pussy, and it soothes me at least to a certain extent. I wish it was his cock—fuck, Iwishit was his cock—but it’s not, and he won’t touch me, but that’s okay because…
…because then the plug slides into my ass, filling me in both holes.
And the last tendril of that strange, alien toy clamps down over my clit.
My hips buck back against him, and my ass grazes Atlas’s knuckles. He blanches back at the touch, but the toy is already moving somehow, vibrating, resonating. The suckers are working too, clutching at my swollen clit when I’m already so overstimulated.
The toy kicks up with a soft whirring noise, and the chain above holds me taut, and the spreader bars keep me open to him while the weights on my tits are swaying andbiting. It’s like a whole system designed for my pleasure—all without requiring him to touch me at all. My body starts to shake and twitch, and I feel the orgasm coming on, preparing to ravage my body.
“Atlas—husband, I need to…”
His hand is on my lower back again, steadying me…and as my arms start to ache from the tension of the cuffs, his arm suddenly slides around my waist to help me stay on my feet. Atlas leans over me, his breath in my ear, his hard cock pressed to my ass while the toy works me into a frenzy.
“You never thanked me,” he says, “for getting you this nice plaything.”
“Thank you, husband,” I say—sob, actually, the pressure so intense that I fear I’m going to come without permission. “Thank you, thank you…”
“I want you to come,” he growls. His hand comes around to squeeze one of my breasts, and it makes the chains on my nipple sway, sending sensation rocketing through me. His muscled torso is slick with sweat, though his scales are still cool to the touch, and I love the way he feels with me bent over. “And then I want you to come again…and when you’ve come three times, I have more instructions for you.”
Well, that’s not going to be hard. My hips jerk, and I come for the first time tonight, breathing in harsh gasps. I scream and let my muscles melt, losing my balance—but Atlas catches me, continuing to grind his still-covered cock against my thighs.
“Good, good girl,” he croons in my ear. “Again.”
My second orgasm comes right after the first. It’s effortless, instinctual, like obeying his every order is what I was born to do.
Color bursts behind my eyes, little fireworks exploding all over my skin. The toy doesn’t relent. It pulsates inside me and sucks on my clit and fills my holes all at the same time. My mouth gapes because I want, Ineedto be fucking used, I want him deep in my throat.
“Use me, husband,” I beg. “Fuck my mouth,please.”
He won’t go that far, but his thick, calloused index finger finds my lips, and I suck the digit as deep as I can. Atlas groans and leans over me, his other hand gripping my ass like he’s afraid he’ll fall, too. And when I gag on his finger, that’s when I come for the third time, fast and unrelenting and utterly overwhelming.
He catches me in his arms, and the weights sway, and that toy is still fucking moving, and oh my God, I don’t think I’m even a person anymore. I’m just a raw nerve, his every touch enough to make me scream.
He holds me so tenderly, though, and I feel the slightest brush of his fingers as he pulls out the toy and lets it drop with a thud to the ground. It’s then that I feel his hips aligned with mine—still with those goddamned slacks on. His breath puffs against my ear as he holds me, then lifts me to stand up straight, my hands still bound behind me. I can’t quite reach his cock, even though I would love to jerk him off—to have him inside me—right fucking now.
His voice is wicked when he whispers in my ear.
“Do you want to be bred, wife?”
