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“Van...” I plead with him, even though I’m not sure of exactly what I’m asking for. “Van...”
“Do you trust me?” Van whispers, his fingers still twisting my nipple, the sensation causing me to get so shamelessly wet for him that I worry when he does get around to pulling down my pants, he’s going to come face to face with an unexpected flood.
“Yes,” I answer, my words coming out breathless. “Yes, I trust you, Van.”
“Then hold on.” Van smiles down at me as his hand moves away from my chest. I try to look up to see where his hands are going, but by the time I’m able to get a glimpse of it, I can feel Van already pulling my wrists together. He ties my T-shirt around them both, now tugging the fabric into a tight knot.
“Does that feel okay, princess?” he asks, as his eyes lock with mine again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me, Van,” I answer. I test out the knot around my wrists, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to break free from it unless I gave it my absolute all. And even then, there still wasn’t any guarantee.
“Good.” Van smiles, shifting back down toward my chest, his mouth returning to one of my nipples, as his free hand traveling down to in between my legs. He then starts to steadily rub my clit through the fabric of my pants, causing whimper after whimper to escape my throat.
“Van, please—”
“Patience, princess,” he whispers, sliding his hand underneath the front of my pants, his palm not stopping until it’s resting over my panties. He repeats the same motion, playing with my clit but only over fabric, his tongue sliding across my nipple with a sense of calm that in no way, shape, or form matches the electricity building right beneath my stomach.
But just as I feel like I’m about to die from all of the anticipation, I feel Van’s fingers slide inside of my panties, his digits soon trailing down until he slips two of them inside of my soaking-wet pussy. I throw my head back in a loud groan as Van starts to move his fingers inside of me in a perfect rhythm, steadily thrusting the length of his fingers in and out of my tight walls, a familiar pressure forming all over my frame.
“Van...” His name falls out of my mouth for what feels like the millionth time. “Van...that feels so fucking good…”
“Did it feel as good when Rhys touched you like this, too?”
“…What?” I let out a laugh, half-surprised, half-anxious. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now, Van—”
“You can be honest with me, princess,” he replies. “I promise, I won’t get upset.”
“…Yes,” I admit, feeling so devious for talking about another man while Van’s hands are all over me. “It felt this good when Rhys touched me, too.”
“Did he ever make you come like this?” Van goes on. “With his fingers inside of you?”
“Yes,” I nod, as memories flash through my mind, ones where Rhys’s fingers are buried deep inside of me. I can’t help but get even wetter at the thought, which makes me feel so perfectly naughty—getting wet for Rhys when Van’s the only man in the room.
“What happened after he made you come like this?” Van asks, his fingers pushing even deeper inside of me, my pussy clenching tight around his digits.
“He fucked me,” I answer, as moans start to punctuate my every word. “Fuck, Van. Rhys fucked me and it felt so fucking good.”
“You want me to fuck you too, don’t you?” Van whispers. “It’s something you’ve been thinking about, having me inside of you the same way you had Rhys inside of you.”
“Yes!” I cry out for him, my wrists inadvertently pulling at the knot around them, my clit throbbing as I try to rub it against the side of Van’s palm. “Yes, Van, I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me—”
“Maybe I will,” Van says, his tone utterly stoic. “That depends on how good a job you do at sucking my cock.”
Something leaps inside of me, ecstatic about the chance to touch him in return. I wait for him to untie the knot around my wrists, but instead, Van shifts toward the other side of the mattress, soon pulling his jeans and boxers down to the ground.
And then a realization suddenly occurs to me, with me now understanding that Van never had any intention of untying my wrists. Once I get where this is going, I pull myself up on my knees, moving over toward Van, a few moments later pressing my stomach onto the mattress so I’m close enough to take his shaft into my mouth—
Fuck.
A shudder of pleasure moves right through me as I take in the size of Van’s cock. He’s just as big as Rhys, and I can’t help but think about how perfectly he’s going to fill up my pussy too, how he’s going to fill me up right to the brim.
“What are you thinking about?” Van quietly demands.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, princess,” Van continues. “I don’t want to have to punish you so early into this.”
“Punish me?” Something clenches inside of me at the thought of Van bending me over his knee, his hand coming down hard against my ass. I then shake my head, trying to bring myself back into the moment, trying to keep my thoughts from wandering too far away.
