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“No one will ever see it but you and me,” he promised. “Now. Get it good and slick, and let’s see if you can take it.”
Before, I’d been super confident about my abilities, but feeling the size of the thing against me... I was less certain. I popped open the top of the lube bottle and drizzled some into my palm, swirling it over the head and shaft of the toy. Then I wiped the remainder on my already wet pussy. “Maybe I should have put a towel down.”
“A stain could be a fond memory.”
“You’re demented.” I held my breath and pushed the head of the dildo against my opening. I wriggled and slipped a finger between my labia and the silicone, parting myself for easier access.
“And you’re beautiful,” he retorted, taking a deep breath as he watched the head of the enormous cock pop inside.
I hissed in surprise; it was colder than I was expecting, with a lot less give than I was used to. It stretched me almost painfully, and the only way to relieve the ache was to either remove it or push it deeper. I chose the latter, forcing myself to relax as the long, thick column filled me.
“Tell me how it feels, Sophie.”
“It kind of hurts.” I winced as I tried a gentle withdrawal. It was like having sex for the very first time— albeit, a better time than my first time— in that the more I moved, the easier it became. I picked up a rhythm, holding the dildo with two hands on the base, pumping it slowly in and out. “But pretty fucking amazing, too.”
“Do you think you could come, doing that to yourself?” he asked.
I nodded, a shaking breath sliding from between my lips. “I could. Oh god, I think I could.”
“Good. That will make this so much more interesting.” He sat up a little, carefully stabilizing the camera with one hand. “I want you to place the dildo on the chair, and sit on it. I’d like you to straddle the chair with your legs beneath the arms. You can either take it all the way inside, or you can lift yourself up and down with your feet on the floor. But I want to be able to see it, Sophie. I want to see it filling you up.”
I trembled as I moved to do as he ordered, setting the vibe carefully on the seat of the chair, as well. He’d said I would need it. I lowered my leg from over the arm of the chair, and I gasped as the toy slipped deeper inside me.
“Careful,” he murmured.
“As if I wasn’t going to be careful,” I chided, whimpering as my movements caused my engorged clit to brush against the shaft of the dildo. “I don’t want to get impaled.”
“These don’t appear to be the actions of a woman who doesn’t want to be impaled,” he said dryly.
I opted to do what he’d suggested, and raised and lowered myself on the dildo experimentally. I’d had plenty of fun with toys on my own in my life, but I’d never gotten so elaborate as to semi-bind my legs with a piece of antique furniture. I’d really been missing out. I moaned in relief as the beginning of an orgasm coiled within me, and my bouncing got a bit more enthusiastic.
Neil groaned as he watched me, and took a slow, deep breath through his nose. “I can’t wait to watch this with you. I want you to understand even just a fraction of what you’re doing to me.”
“I want to suck your cock while you watch it.” Two could play at his arousing talk game. I was getting a lot better at it.
“Are you close, Sophie?” he asked, and when I nodded, my lips clamped tight between my teeth, he instructed, “Now I want you to take the vibrator and use it. And I want you to come.”
“Yes, Sir!” I agreed enthusiastically. I reached for the vibe, nearly slapping it off the seat of the chair, but I caught it, turned it on, and slipped it over my very grateful clit. Within seconds, I rasped, “I’m coming! I’m going to come!” in a tight, high-pitched exclamation.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered.
“What?” My head was dizzy, spinning out of control, and I broke over the edge, my knees shaking, unable to support me. I slammed down on the huge toy and cried out at the shock of the blunt, hard tip hitting my cervix. A naughty thrill of cold pain spiked through me, prolonging the waves of bliss that radiated from beneath those two vibrating protrusions on the vibe.
“Don’t stop,” Neil repeated. “Leave the vibrator there.”
I wanted to pull it away. My clit seemed to scream, Okay! We’re done! It’s over! Turn it off! But I did as he’d instructed.
