Page 101 of Bound By Words

When I didn’t answer, he hummed, withdrawing his fingers. I clenched my eyes closed, panting as I tried to keep still. When he’d said he’d make me beg, he wasn’t kidding.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered in a gruff voice, and I instinctively obeyed, my gaze rising to the man standing before me. The flannel pajamas were gone, leaving Nathan bare, his hand slowly working his rigid cock as he stood a few feet in front of me.

“Which hole do you want me to fill with this?”

My eyes widened as I watched him move, his forearm flexing, and I felt myself clenching whenever he twisted his wrist, squeezing as he reached the crown.

“Or I can make you watch while I take care of this myself. I can only imagine how pretty you’d look with my cum dripping down your flushed cheeks,” he taunted, waiting for an answer.

Shaking my head, I closed my eyes. I hadn’t anticipated feeling this out of control when this happened. He’d turned me into a desperate panting mess. My thoughts raced, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

“Sunshine,” Nathan cooed, his voice close to my head and his fingers tracing the skin between my shoulder blades. “Do you need me to stop?”

Shaking my head, I opened my eyes, trying to focus. He was standing right in front of me, still gloriously hard, but he was no longer touching himself. His attention was on me as he softly trailed his fingers through my hair.

“Good girl, focus on me,” he whispered as his fingers traced my lips, his thumb lingering on the bottom one as he crouched down again. “I want you to breathe and tell me what you want.”

“You,” I whispered, clenching his fingers as he grasped my hand.

“Good girl. What else?”

“Inside me,” I whispered as I relaxed a little more.

Nathan cupped my cheek and squeezed my hand, his eyes never leaving mine. “How? How do you want me inside you?” He waited a few moments as my breathing evened out. “Do you want me to keep the plug in?”

“No,” I shook my head, and he smiled.

“Okay, sunshine, we can take it out. I think you’ve had enough today.”

“No,” I shook my head again, clearing my throat. “I want your cock in my ass instead.”

His eyes widened as he sat back on his heels. “Are you sure? We can work our way up to that. There’s no rush.”

“Please. I don’t want to wait.” I’d thought about Nathan’s promise that he’d do or let me do anything, and I knew this was a step we needed to take to make that happen. He’d made the whole experience pleasurable, and I wanted to feel all of him. I knew I was pushing things quickly, but I wanted him.

“You’re sure you want me in your ass?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “This isn’t what we talked about this morning. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do this.”

“Yes, I want it.”

“You might not come. I mean, I can get out a toy to help keep you relaxed, but it might take a little adjusting for you to enjoy it the first time. It’ll be tight and not what you’re used to feeling.”

I nodded, licking my dry lips. I could see why Nathan was so insistent on me staying hydrated. “I want to try.”

He nodded slowly, squeezing my hand one last time before he stood.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” His hand slowly traced my side as he stepped around me. The quiet click of the cap of the lube bottle made my pulse race, and I closed my eyes, trying to take in deep breaths as I waited. I could do this. He wouldn’t hurt me. I was ready to push things a little further.

The slick sound of him rubbing the lube on himself made me squirm, and when I heard the quiet hum of something, my thighs tensed in anticipation. I moaned softly, the feeling of my muscles clenching against the plug intense.

“Almost ready. You’re being so patient,” Nathan praised as I felt his fingers cup around mine. He leaned over me, pulling my hair over my shoulders to run down the center of my back. “I am going to put this on your finger, and I want you to hold it against your clit.”

Nathan slipped something on my middle finger, and it buzzed slightly, the tiny vibrations traveling up my arm. His hands grasped my hips, urging them backward somewhat as one of his hands reached forward to grab my upper arm. He traced his palm up to my hand, intertwining our fingers as he coaxed my arm backward and underneath my body, pressing my hand between my legs.

“I’m going to use the plug to loosen you up a bit, but I want to make you come first. Fingers…tongue…or my cock?”

Gasping as he pulled slightly on the end of the plug before slowly pressing it back in, I moaned, trying to remember the question.

“Guess I get to decide then,” he chuckled, and I felt my pulse race with anticipation. I was ready.

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