Page 105 of Ask Me Something

My thought of wanting him to fill me again was completely forgotten when his mouth descended to my clit. He slid my ankles up on the table so that my knees were now bent. I gasped when his tongue trailed lower, then started circling that taboo place. “Oh, God, you—” I was unprepared for the shock of his tongue flicking at my pucker. His fingers worked my clit at the same time. “Please—” My voice didn’t sound like my own. I was at the brink when he paused again. “Dammit,” I muttered.

He repeated the action three more times until I was ready to scream in frustration. “No more. You’ve proven your point.”

“Not even close. You wanted to know what tortured pleasure is? This is it, but I didn’t figure you’d be this quick to give up.”

I clenched my teeth, hating the fact that he was challenging me. “Fine,” I hissed.

“Wrong word to use, honey.”

I gasped when he slid something hard and long into my slick channel, only to slide it back out and then slowly into my backside. The fact that he’d used my slick heat as lubricant was wildly erotic. My breaths came slowly as the foreign object slid home.

“I’m going to thrust inside your pussy, and you’re not allowed to come. Do you hear me? This is for me.”

He moved quickly, filling me completely and pounding into me like a man possessed.

Jesus, I wasn’t sure how I’d keep myself from coming or why it turned me on to know he didn’t want me to. The dual penetration made it impossible to keep from climaxing. “I can’t. I’m going to—”

He froze completely. I had the slight satisfaction this was taking its toll on him as well when I felt his harsh puffs of air on my face. He pulled out, and I could feel his weight leave the table.

I lay there in anticipation, unable to see anything but hearing him open some sort of packaging. “Please tell me these toys are new things and not part of the room.” Could I help the fact that hygiene came to mind when left alone for a few moments? My mind was an overthinking machine.

“They’re new, and you can take them home after,” came his terse response.

Was he really that pissed off? My body tensed when soft earphones came over my ears, and I could hear music. “I’m not sure I—” I moaned when his mouth fixated on my breast. He knew gagging me was against one of my rules, but I couldn’t touch, see, or hear him now. While his tongue circled around one nipple, there was a pinch on the other one of pain. “Ah—” then his mouth was circling and soothing it. I could only guess these were nipple clamps. Pleasured torture indeed as he repeated the action with the other nipple. I couldn’t hear my breathing, but I imagined I was loud as crap right now, panting in anticipation, all random thoughts replaced with raw sensation.

A vibration at my clit had me nearly rearing off the table. I dug my fingernails into the sheet and tried to take deep breaths. My hips arched, but just as I got close, he’d take the vibration away. He did this four times. Christ, I didn’t think I could take anymore. The tears involuntarily leaked out of my eyes, and I only hoped the sob was quieter in my head than it had been out loud.

Ripping off my earphones and then the blindfold, I saw his intense brown eyes staring into mine. He looked like he wanted to ask me something but decided against words, and instead he buried his face in my cleft with his lips enclosing my clit and sucking. He glanced up and twisted one of my nipples with his fingers, causing a twinge to shoot through me with the clamp in place. “Come now, Sasha.”

My climax was so consuming and so unbelievably powerful that I wouldn’t have been able to recall my own name by the time my eyes regained their focus. But he wouldn’t stop, insisting that he bring me to orgasm again, unrelenting in his ministrations. As I came down from my second scream-filled orgasm, he moved between my legs, aligned with my slick entrance, and pushed slowly back inside of me. He stayed rooted deep without moving and then leaned over me, capturing my lips in the most erotic kiss I’d ever received from him.

Reaching up, he freed my hands, and then his eyes locked on my face. “Say you’re mine.”

He pulled out, thrusting deeply, and I arched, running my hands down his powerful arms and gripping his hips.

“Yes, yours,” I whispered, watching a look of pure possession float over his features.

He stopped on the precipice of my third orgasm and removed the dildo from my back entrance. He then hovered back over me, locking on my eyes. “I want you there.”

His tone left no mistake that he wasn’t asking. Yet knowing the man that he was, I knew if I said no, he wouldn’t proceed.

I nodded and was met with another searing kiss.

“Get on your knees.”

Complying, I felt a vibration then something large was inserted into my wet entrance. Oh, my, he was going to fill me both ways.

“Relax and let me in.” His tip was probing and the distinct sound of lubrication came from behind me.

I steadied my breathing as much as I could but the anticipation was killing me.

He held my hips and the first inch of him stretched me. A delicious burn reminded me where he was, and his erratic breathing told me just how turned on he was at the prospect.

He moved slowly, letting me adjust when he was finally past muscle. I could hear his ragged breaths, and when his fingers reached around to my clit, I was in pleasure overload. I rocked back into him and heard his hiss.

“Fuck. Go easy, I don’t want to hurt you.”

I pushed back again, enjoying the rare moment where I got to take him off guard. I rose up on my knees slowly until my back was flush with his chest. His hands gripped my hips and with a final drive he was all the way in.

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