Page 100 of Bound By Words

“You like it when I fill both holes, don’t you?” He chuckled as he leaned over me, kissing my neck as he paused, fingers pressed completely inside. “I will fuck you later and let you pretend it’s me and someone else. Would having another man’s cock inside you while I fucked your ass turn you on?”

“Oh God,” I moaned, pressing back into him. The soft flannel of his pants rested on my hip, but it was in stark contrast to the hard bar I could feel beneath the material as he flexed his covered cock against me.

“That wasn’t a no,” he laughed, trailing kisses down my back as he slowly removed both his hands. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about your filthy fantasies about being filled by two men. Only I know how much of a greedy slut you are, always wanting more.”

I felt strangely empty as he left me, but it was only a moment before something else was nudging against my back entrance, causing me to clench in surprise.

“It’s just the plug. Breathe.”

Letting out a shaky breath, I tried to relax as he pressed the plug inside just a little, twisting it as he waited. He chuckled when my hips moved back slightly, giving me a little more.

“I told you it’d feel good.” He was right; it did feel good. Different—definitely not the same as him sliding inside my pussy—but still in a way that felt oddly pleasurable. I felt stretched as he slipped it in a little further.

His large palm covered my bare ass, caressing and squeezing as he slowly thrust the plug inside, pausing to let me adjust and then pulling it out slightly before he pushed in again.

“Next time, I’m going to record this,” he said lowly, twisting the plug. “So you can see how fucking hot it is to watch. How your body grips the plug, wanting more. You always seem to want more. You’re a greedy little thing. And you’re going to love it when I take you like this. When I slide so deep inside you, and I watch you grip me while I fuck your pussy with my fingers or maybe a toy. I bet you’d like that, desperate for more. Fuck…”

His satisfied groan was almost my undoing, a moan escaping as he finally pressed the plug in fully, my hips jumping a little as it settled into place.

His hands rubbed up and down the outsides of my thighs, pausing to grab my cheeks and massaging them slowly in his big palms before he stepped back.

My eyes drifted open as a fingertip traced along my hairline. Nathan was crouched in front of me, his eyes shining with pride as he softly combed my hair out of my face, cupping the back of my head.

“That was…” he exhaled, shaking his head. “So fucking hot. You took that so well, sweetheart. Watching you squirm made me want to take you hard.”

He kissed the tip of my nose, causing me to let out a little chuckle, followed almost immediately by a moan as my eyes widened.

“Felt that, huh?” He grinned briefly as a smirk tugged at his mouth before his face became somber. “I know it’s part of your personality, but you’re not going to roll your eyes when I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you again, are you?”

“No,” I whispered as I shook my head. From our previous discussions, I knew that eye-rolling wasn’t a behavior he would tolerate. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm,” he hummed as he nodded his head. “You still ready for the paddle?”

Blowing out a breath, I nodded.

“Don’t forget to count, or I will start over. Alright, sunshine?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, a thrill running through me as he smiled, tracing his knuckle against my cheekbone.

“Good girl.”

With one last soft kiss against my forehead, he disappeared again.

Nathan didn’t waste any time, the sound of the leather smacking against my skin loud with his first strike moments later.

While I’d intended my voice to be strong as I counted, I hadn’t anticipated what it’d feel like for him to paddle me with the plug in place.

“One,” immediately became a moan as I shifted my hips.

“Two,” had me groaning against the bench.

“Three,” and I was gasping as his large hand slowly massaged out the sting in my skin, teasing along the crease of my thigh but not touching me.

By the time I counted “four,” I was close, both holes clenching as I tried to relax.

“Five. Oh, fuck,” I groaned as Nathan dropped the paddle to the floor, his fingers slipping inside me as I practically vibrated with need.

“Does my sunshine need something?” he asked, his tone taunting. “You’re so wet. Do you want my cock? Do you need me to fuck you?”

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