Page 15 of Crimson Vows

“Relax, Marco,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice soft and soothing. In our world, a man would never experience this, and I want to show him what he has been missing. “Just breathe. Let me take care of you.”

His breathing is shallow and quick, but I see him trying to comply. I continue to ease the toy in, feeling the resistance fade with each pass. As it slips in farther, I can see his body relax, his hips moving gently in response.

“That’s it,” I say. “Let go.”

He doesn’t say anything, but I can see the trust building in his eyes. I thrust the toy in and out, slowly at first, building up in speed as his body adjusts. Marco’s hips move with mine, his body responding to the sensation.

“You’re doing great,” I praise him, my voice low and sultry. “Just like that. You love to make me happy, don’t you?”

“Oh God, yes,” he moans.

With the quickened pace, I lean over and slip his cock into my mouth.

He groans, arching his back as I take him deeper. My mouth moves in rhythm with my hands, my body responding to his.

I feel his hips buck against me, his body tense with desire.

“Gia,” he whispers hoarsely. I release, not ready for him to come, and pull the toy from him slowly.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I tell him as I set the toy aside and coat the slightly thicker strap-on with a generous amount of lube.

I take a step back, giving him time to prepare and let the novelty and excitement of what is about to happen sink in. I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. Still, I also see the desire, the hunger for something more, something different.

“Are you ready?” I ask softly, my voice a whisper in the dark room.

He takes a deep breath and nods slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

I step forward, my hands steady as I position the strap-on at his entrance. I take a deep breath, and then using one hand to guide me into him, I use the other to stroke his cock. The swing’s sway helps guide the motions.

Marco lets out a moan of pure exhilaration as I slowly but firmly push the strap-on into him. His eyes flutter shut, and he throws his head back, surrendering to the sensation. I watch his face, the mixture of pain and pleasure, the confusion and arousal, and I know I’m giving him something he’s never experienced before.

“Is this okay?” I ask, keeping my voice soft yet firm.

He nods, his breaths ragged. “Yes, keep going.”

I oblige, increasing the intensity of my thrusts.

His body responds to the sensation, his hips moving in time with each thrust, his muscles tense with pleasure. I can see the veins in his neck standing out. I reach down, gripping him tight and pulling him closer, our bodies coming together in a frenzy of desire.

“You feel so good,” I whisper, my voice a low growl as I drive the strap-on deeper into him. I love the power I feel coursing through me when I get to experience being inside someone like this.

His hands grip the swing frame. I continue to thrust, the rhythm of our bodies in perfect sync. Marco’s body responds wildly to my dominance, his moans becoming more and more primal with each thrust.

I can see his expression change. He’s fighting to hold back, but the feeling of the strap-on inside him is making it nearly impossible.

“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. “You want to let go and surrender to me.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.

I increase the pace, feeling his body respond to my every movement. “It’s okay,” I assure him. “Next round, I surrender to you.”

My words send him over the edge. His body convulses beneath me, the orgasm washing over him, his cock twitching in my hand as he lets out a guttural moan. His cum spills out, running down my hand and onto his stomach. I feel his muscles clenching around the strap-on, trying to hold on to the sensation for a few more seconds.

As he begins to come down from the high and his body continues to tremble, I pull the strap-on out of him slowly, savoring the sight of his ecstasy.

“That was... fuck, that was amazing,” he pants, his eyes still locked on mine.

I smile at him as I release him from the arm restraints. “Thank you for trusting me.”

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