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The groan that escapes my lips when he shoves the toy inside my channel is so loud that I’m almost embarrassed by it. But he leaves me no time to dwell on the thought, as he pushes further, stretches me with the glass toy until it’s almost completely shoved inside me.

“This is how I want you to come,” he announces. “I want you to come on this as if it was my cock. Show me what a good little slut you are.”

I bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming as he continues to fuck me with the dildo. The blue pearls massage my core, adding agitation to his movement. I hear the silver chain that connects the nipple clamps rattling between my breasts as I squirm in ecstasy. I don’t know how, but he notices my climax almost before I do. I’m crying and clenching around the toy, overtaken by this violent rapture, a sea of delight, washing over me in feverish waves.

“What do you say?!”

His voice bursts through my luscious vertigo in a muffled echo. I try to give him an answer, but my voice is choked by another spasm of bliss, causing my body to shake uncontrollably, my limbs yanking at their restraints.

“Thank you!” I finally manage to blurt out. “Thank you, master!”

14

Loran

I’m not donewith her, but I can tell that she thinks I am. I watch as she comes down from her high, barely perceiving my presence as the last few waves roll over her.

She whines as if in pain when I retract the glass dildo from her pussy. I put it aside and place my palm on her wet core. She’s clenching beneath my touch, still processing the aftermath of her climax and yearning again for the toy.

“Feeling empty?” I ask her.

She looks at me through hazy eyes, the green of her irises still shimmering with tears. Her lips are moving, but she doesn’t say a single word.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “As long as you’re with me, you’ll always be filled.”

Her eyes flicker with a hint of fear when I reach for the black plug that’s lying next to her thigh. She shivers when I let it travel across her skin, trailing along the curves of her beautiful tits, drawing a circle around her belly button before I slowly move on to her mound. A faint moan accompanies my motions when I move further, wetting the tip at her slick entrance. She mewls in protest when I push it in, only the tip. I take my time, moving the plug back and forth, bathing it in her juices.

“You don’t want this in your pussy, do you?” I ask her.

My toy blushes and creases her eyebrows, casting me a sullen look.

“I just came,” she whispers, as if I didn’t know that.

“So?” I retort. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

She inhales audibly. “No. I don’t want this in my pussy.”

She bites her lower lip and shyly lowers her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her in a calm voice. “I’m not going to wear you out just yet. The only thing that’s going to make your pussy sore will be my cock.”

She sighs in relief, but that relief is soon replaced by concern when she realizes what I’m about to do. I make sure that the tip of the plug is thoroughly wet before I move it further back, barely touching the sensitive skin between her two holes as I move along. She tenses up when I carefully prod her puckered entrance, but the tip of the plug still slides in easily, drenched in her juices.

“Relax, toy,” I tell her, and to my surprise, she listens. She takes a deep breath, as if to prepare herself for a challenge. I guess in a way, she is. I place my hand on her still-swollen clit, only applying soft pressure to tease the overly sensitive area. She moans, and it’s hard to tell whether I’m supposed to understand this as protest or consent.

Her demeanor changes when I push the plug in deeper, stretching her more and more with each shove. She’s breathing heavily, her sexy naked body coiling in distress with every thrust as I get her used to the plug. It’s not very big, only a training toy, but it widens at the base. Pushing it in completely will hurt more than actually having it inside.

“Do you like having your cute little ass stuffed, my toy?”

Her eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly. Her lashes are dark and thick, even without the fake lashes she wore last night. She looks so much sweeter without all that extra goop on her face. It’s a privilege to see her like this, naked and exposed, her true self bared only to my eyes. The only thing that’s disrupting that image is the damn bleach in her hair. It’s something that will have to be fixed in the near future.

“Answer me!” I snarl at her, shoving the plug inside her tightness with one brute thrust, until it’s swallowed up completely, only the flanged end still showing.

She cries out in pain, her ample chest heaving under frantic breaths as she fights to accommodate the plug inside her sweet little hole.

“Yes, yes, I do!” she howls, groaning and squirming.

I smile and lean down over her face to meet her vibrant gaze. She stares up at me, shaken by violent breaths.

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