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“Not stalk. I sent this,” he held up the glistening plug, “as a test. I didn't know if you would obey my request, or get yourself all twisted up and turn tail. In the event you bolted, I wanted to be here. Pushing your limits is acceptable, Connie, as you well know. Terrifying you and leaving your ass to swing in the wind is not. But then, I get a message from your phone—but not you—advising me to, ah…oh yes, do the deed.”
Her shoulders sagged as she flipped the two locks on the door, and she released a shuddering sigh as she stripped off her top layers and cast them aside. His eyes landed on the lush weight of her breasts as they were freed from the confines of her bra, her nipples crinkling from flat rosy discs into tight peaks in full bloom. “That was Archie. She thinks I won't be as fearful once…after…if I…”
Thane added more lube to the plug, spreading it around and around the toy. “Okay, so I now know what the expert thinks. What about the woman with the psychology degree? What are her thoughts on this plan of action?”
“She's out of the office for the rest of the day.” Connie lowered her pants an inch at a time, obviously trying to delay the unfolding events happening here and now. When he cleared his throat meaningfully, she let them fall and pool around her feet. Her panties followed.
“That's a shame, I was looking forward to her input.” He patted his thigh and gave her a warm smile. “Pull up a chair, sugar. I don't bite unless it's a full moon.” He howled softly, grinning when she almost cracked a smile. “Just because the invite's been written doesn't mean the party's going ahead. Come here.”
Naked, flashes of sunlight striking her skin through the cracks in the blinds, Connie walked to him and settled herself onto his lap. It was decadent, sitting here fully dressed with a beautiful woman bare and trembling on his thighs. He was delighted with her—she wasn't struggling against his authority, despite the fact he was trespassing on her territory, and she was exhibiting levels of trust he'd thought would take a few more weeks to strengthen.
Showing her the plug, he asked quietly, “Think you can take this for me?”
“Maybe Archie is right, and we should just…do it. I-I've got some vodka in my desk drawer. A few hits of that and I won't care what's happening.” Her fingers curled into his shirt as she laid her head on his shoulder. “I don't want to feel like this anymore, Thane. Just get it over with.”
“Well, now I'm disturbed you have alcohol in your desk,” he muttered in displeasure, thinking of Atticus’s prediction she'd turn to drink, possibly drugs, to keep herself afloat. “Can you remember what I said about your ass, sugar? That there was scarring from the burns?”
Connie nodded warily, tightening her fingers on his shirt. “You said something about it.”
“Yeah, well, that scarring means I can't just bend you over the arm of the couch and screw my cock into you, sugar. It would hurt, it could cause you a great deal of damage, and I don't want to be responsible for tearing open a place you already fear.” Thane kissed her head, rocking her slightly. “We need to warm up your muscles, stretch them slowly and gently. I can put the plug in and let it do the hard work while I get you home, then we can go to the next stage if you're comfortable. As much as I see the logic in Archie's suggestion, sometimes charging headlong into a situation does more harm than good.”
“But you'll let me have a drink—”
“Absolutely not. No impairments, nothing to distort it. You'll experience it from start to finish, Connie, and recognize my hands on your body the entire time. There'll be no one but you and me. When I make you scream, it'll be with an orgasm. When you cry, I'll be the one holding you until the tears stop.” His lips found her ear, kissed their way down to her jaw, then her shoulder. “When I'm inside you, my cock stretching that tight little hole open, it's my name you'll be shouting. Are you ready?”
She shuddered, huddling into him. “Yes, Sir.”
God, he loved it when she called him that. It felt just as right as it did when he called her Mistress. “Clever girl, Connie. I need to ask you a question before we start. The night you got burned, were you on your hands and knees?” When she hesitated before confirming, Thane altered his plan of action. “Okay. I'd like you to sit here on the couch, heels and ass on the edge.”
He leaned forward and set the plug on the table, dropping the lube beside it. In a simple move, he deposited her on the cushions and rose, leaving her to assume the position he required while he removed his jacket, then his shirt. The jacket he tossed aside, the shirt he placed under her butt as she slowly settled into place. Dropping to his knees, he shoved her legs further apart and wasted no time in putting his mouth to work on her pussy.
She was wet, warm, and deliciously fragrant. His tongue lapped over her folds, traced swollen labia as she whimpered and wiggled. Clamping his hands on her hips, he kept her pinned in place, licking into her for every drop of sweetness he could find. His nose nudged her clit repeatedly, rubbing the bundle of nerves in time with his movements. More of her juices met his tongue, and her fingers found their way into his hair.
Thane reached back with one hand, groping for the lube. He smiled against her pussy when he found it, his mouth never leaving the source of his delight. Testing her, he encouraged her to tilt her hips, then pressed the flat of his tongue over her anus. She stiffened and fisted his hair, making low sounds of protest. Fluttering the tip of his tongue over her, he used only his mouth to distract her as he lubed up his middle finger.
He licked from anus to clit, closing his teeth around it and biting down just hard enough to force her to arch, keeping his teeth locked on as he set his finger against her asshole and pushed gently. She twisted her hips, trying to dislodge him, but he was one step ahead of her. Teeth were replaced by lips, and he sucked on her firmly, quick draws that swelled the little nub.
“Thane, please. Thane, please.” She yanked on his hair, wheezing as his finger moved past the first knuckle to the second, then to the bridge of his knuckles. She keened, choking on an inhale as he wiggled his finger inside the hot, velvety passage. “Fuck. Stop. Oh God, stop.”
No safeword. Keeping her on the edge, he poured more lube over the invading finger, then dropped the bottle and worked the slick fluid over his other digits. His mouth attacked her pussy again, ignoring her clit in favor of the swollen tissues beneath. Withdrawing his finger to the tip, he pressed in again with both his index and middle fingers this time, conscientious of the fact the ring of muscle strangling his fingers wasn't giving way easily.
Twisting his fingers, scissoring them, he focused on working with the scars rather than bulldozing through them. Lifting his head, he replaced his mouth with his free hand, brushing her clit over and over with his thumb. “You're doing really well, sugar. Relax for me, okay? Come when you want.”
She clenched down on him, that ring tightening on his digits. “No more, Thane. I can't take any more.”
“Let me be the judge of that. Stop worrying and just relax,” he crooned, thrusting into her, withdrawing. Thrusting deeper and coaxing her anus and the scars to cooperate with him. Adding a third finger, he screwed them into her, feeling the muscle shiver and capitulate. He smiled as she stretched just a fraction wider, the cone of his fingers slipping just that little bit further. His cock was all for throwing itself into the fray.
“Thane—”
He kicked her over the edge of orgasm before she could say another word, flicking her clit hard with his fingernail. She went rigid, her thigh muscles turning to stone, her hips jerking up as she seized. Her pussy wept, clenching and releasing on nothing as the silken sheath around his fingers pulsed. Letting the pleasure surge through her body, he took the opportunity to open her just a bit more, using pleasure as a distraction against the bite of discomfort.
He glanced up, relishing the backward tilt of her head, the slender cords in her neck straining as she jittered, moaning under her breath. Sweat dotted her throat and shoulders. Quietly, he removed his fingers before the orgasm stopped rolling, then gave her cunt a leisurely lick for his own pleasure. She tasted even sweeter after coming, like fresh honey with the barest hint of tanginess, he discovered, and she was fucking addictive.
Stroking her thighs, her calves, he stayed on his knees until her body relaxed and sagged into the couch. Her breathing was fast, her pulse rate elevated. Gray eyes drifted dazedly in a face slack with bliss. While he waited for her to become aware of what was going on around her, Thane pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer and his handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning his hands thoroughly.
When Connie blinked at him with clearer eyes, he kissed the inside of her thigh, nuzzling his cheek against the soft skin so his stubble tickled the tender flesh as he purred, “That's my clever girl. Can you stand up?”
“Maybe? I don't think I can feel my legs.”
