Page 113 of Princess Avenged

Then, one of those fabulously talented hands slides between my legs to fondle my sex. With no fabric in the way anymore, I groan my intense pleasure into our kiss. I’ll never get enough of the taste of Crusher, his texture, his heat, his size.

I reach for his thick cock. But his hands capture my wrists, lifting them above my head. Trapping both wrists in one hand, his other returns to my sex, his fingers sliding gently through my folds.

He breaks our kiss, leaving his lips near mine, and our eyes so close I can’t focus. “Is this okay?” he asks softly. “Please. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I say. “I want you. I want you to do whatever you want.”

He pulls back, and questions flicker in his eyes. “Really?”

I nod, my core heating at the idea of feeling the full force of Crusher—not only his body but his commanding personality.

“I’m done with thinking today. Done with making decisions.” I realize he’s probably tired too, but the look in his eyes darkens, and I no longer feel bad about asking him to take charge.

“You’re in command.” I lick my lips. “You’re so big. So powerful. Tell me what you want me to do. I only hope I can give you half of what you desire.”

Above my head, his hand tightens its hold around my wrists, and one of his thick fingers slides inside me. Gasping, I arch up off the chaise.

“That’s it, baby,” he says softly, as his finger pumps slowly inside me. “I knew you could take my thick finger. That’s my baby.”

I gasp again, both at the pleasure and at his words. I’m nobody’s baby, and I’m about to object to the infantilization, but then he slides in a second finger to join with the first, and the fullness erases every single one of my objections.

“You’re doing so well,” he says, so close the heat of his breath scorches my lips. “You’re my brave little warrior, taking two thick fingers inside your tight pussy at once. Do they feel good?” He plunges them deeper, curling them as he draws them back out.

“So good.”

“I’m glad this feels good, baby. Because I know exactly what you need. I’ll take charge. Trust me and I’ll make you feel even better.”

Looking into his eyes, I love the recognition and understanding I see there. We both know what’s happening here. The roles and the game that we’re playing. Him the commanding teacher and me his innocent pupil. But the further this goes, the more I realize that it’s not completely role playing. Crusher likes to be in charge, and right now I’m glad that I’m not.

Over and over, his fingers drive deeply inside me, going hard and fast on the way in, and slow and curled on the way out. And each time they plunge, I grow closer and closer to a climax. So close I feel sure that the next time…

His fingers stop inside me.

“Can you take a third finger, baby? Are you stretched out enough to take that?” His thumb flicks my clit, and my pelvis jumps off the chair’s surface, driving his fingers even deeper inside me.

“My, aren’t you eager. “His fingers slide nearly out. “And so brave. Let’s see if you can do it.” Three fingers push into me together, and I yelp at the stretch, the added pressure.

And then he starts to move them. I can barely breathe. Continuing to plunge, he swivels his fingers inside me. Over and over, Crusher’s fingers twist and plunge and plunder. His thick knuckles abrade my insides, creating stimulation and pressure everywhere at once. I want to scream, to tell him it’s too much. But before I can, I want to ask him for more.

Relaxing, I remember that he is in charge. Tonight, Crusher’s my commander, my instructor, teaching my body what it wants, what it needs.

“You still okay, baby?” He pulls back a few inches to look into my eyes, and I nod my encouragement.

“Uh huh.” I drag my teeth over my lower lip and squeeze his fingers inside me.

“That’s the way.” Still holding my arms above my head with his other hand, he starts to fuck me harder with his three joined fingers, sliding them harder and deeper inside me. “That’s the way, baby. Let my fingers stretch you out. Let me get you ready to take my thick cock.” With each drive, his pinky strikes my outsides, hitting different places each time and adding to my excitement.

I lift my head, hoping to kiss him, but he slides down my body, kissing my throat, then my collarbones, then my armpits, making me squirm. And my movement changes the angles of his fingers inside me. I didn’t know sex could feel this good without involving a cock.

“Would you enjoy a kiss here?”

Before I can answer, or even understand what he means, he sucks on one of my breasts, and it sends a jolt of electricity that tightens around his fingers inside me.

“My fingers felt how much you liked that.” His tongue circles my areolae slowly, one then the other, and then he presses soft kisses around them. And still his three fingers continue their plunder inside me, such a brutal contrast to his soft kisses.

Pulling one of my nipples inside his mouth again, he sucks, then lightly bites.

“Oh, Crusher.” I arch up.

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