Page 119 of Until I Own You

If I come, is this his orgasm? He is in control still, after all.

I have so many questions I’d like to ask. But then again if I get it wrong, that will mean a punishment.

And while I’m not a brat, I have to say, I have enjoyed a couple of his spankings here and there.

After the main course, Seth turns it back on and ramps up the intensity.

I’m sweating, and not just from the warm Florida night. I focus on the sounds of the waves in the distance, the cool breeze tickling my skin, and the color of the melting sky.

They are pitiful distractions from the fireworks threatening to go off inside me.

It’s so funny that anal has ever scared me…And remembering how big Seth is, it still scares me.

But if this is the kind of pleasure it can elicit, boy oh boy, I’m going to be begging for it.

Can only imagine what it would feel like with Seth’s hot cock inside me–

Seth demands my attention. “Bridget.”

I snap my eyes to him. “Yes?”

“You’re somewhere else.”

I try to steady myself, but the toy is revving harder inside me. “Am I…?”

“Your eyes are kind of glassy…” Abigail says.

Of course they are. I’ve been close to coming so many times.

“I thought those oysters tasted weird.” Jack places a hand to his stomach.

Seth scoffs. “The oysters are fine. I think her mind is somewhere else.”

Abigail says something to Seth. Something admonishing. But I can’t hear it because he cranks up the intensity.

All I hear is blood rushing in my ears as the toy roves in a circle around and around, skimming up against that delicious pressure point.

I bite down on my lower lip, furrow my brow, concentrating all too hard on not coming. Or coming. I’m not even sure which I’m going for anymore.

“Jesus, something’s wrong,” Jack says.

That’s when Seth pushes me all the way over the edge.

The toy must be working as hard as it can, rumbling and rolling.

I snap.

My insides explode with a torrent of pleasure. It is almost like someone has been playing with me clit, except this comes from deeper inside and holy fuck I don’t know what to do.

I squeak, pressing my chin to my chest, feel my new collar dig into my skin which makes the pleasure double.

I’m his.

I’m his, I’m his.

There’s a hand on my shoulder.

Abigail.

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