Page 63 of Thawed Gladiator: Varro

“But we’ve done that already today, thrice. I have an idea…”

I watch as her back muscles tighten. She knows me well enough to be wary of my tone. I imagine she’ll even fight me for a while… until she gives in. We both know no matter how things start, we’ll both end satisfied.

“Go ahead, gladiator. Tell me what you want. You know I’ll eventually say yes. You have a way with words.”

“And a way with my cock.” I playfully lay it on her crease and wiggle it until she squirms. If I wasn’t involved in a negotiation, I’d rock into her right now.

“Okay, yeah. That too. You definitely have a way with your cock.”

“I want to watch you use your rabbit.” I made my voice silky, a tone she normally can’t argue with.

“NO!”

How does she manage to make that squealing noise sound so commanding? She flips onto her back, her thighs still between my knees. “No. No funny business with the bunny.”

“I agree. It will be serious. Seriously sexy.”

“Watching me put a plastic rabbit inside myself will be sexy?” She’s skeptical, but just her words alone make my already hard cock bob and leak drops of semen.

“Yes. Very, very sexy.”

I have to give her credit. She argues valiantly. Finally, when I realize she’s not playing, but is putting up a clear boundary, I quit quarreling and suck a nipple into my mouth. After licking and nipping until she’s panting, I pull off long enough to say, “You win, love. I won’t bring it up again.”

“Oh…” She pauses, head thrown back. She sucks air loudly between her teeth when I switch sides and lavish attention on her other nipple. “I was moments away from giving in.”

“Mmm.” I don’t say words—my mouth is otherwise occupied. When I come up for air, I look deeply into her eyes. “Get your little purple toy for me, love. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”

She gasps, her face flashing red hot, even as she pushes me out of the bed and rolls out after me. It doesn’t take her long to rummage under the platform and retrieve the towel-wrapped rabbit.

“I’m embarrassed.”

She is. How can she be so lusty when we fuck and then feel embarrassed over giving herself pleasure in front of me? I don’t understand her twenty-first-century emotions.

“Look into my eyes, love. Do you think I ask you to do this to make fun of you? No. I want to watch you come apart, watch you squirm and moan and thrust that innocent toy between your legs as I stroke myself and enjoy your show. You can watch me, too. Nothing to be embarrassed about between two people who love each other.”

As she inhales deeply several times, I see her body relax. She scoots to the head of the bed, leaving me to watch from between her wide, spread legs.

“That’s right, love. Let’s enjoy this.” Her lower lips are already glistening, liquid pooling at her opening.

She takes the purple rabbit in her hands, her fingers curling around its pliable shaft. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she contemplates it, and I can see the anticipation building in her eyes.

“You’re going to look so pretty for your gladiator.” My voice is encouraging, designed to erase her reluctance. The way she blinks rapidly tells me she’s trying to hold back, but she can’t resist for long. She grips the toy more tightly and slowly positions it between her legs, her breath catching in her throat.

She teases herself, wetting just the head in her pooling cream, then sliding it along her slit, barely letting it kiss her clit before returning it to her center. She gives up her attempt to hold my gaze, and her lids flicker shut as she arches her back and keeps the toy sliding between her channel and her little nub.

Finally, time stands still as the sight of her wet folds glistening with desire part to make way for the foreign object. It’s so mesmerizing I wish I could ask her to slow down, but I clamp my lips shut and give in to my temptation as I grip my cock and pleasure myself as I watch.

The soft plastic slides inside her slowly, stretching her inner walls as it was meant to do. I watch in awe as she makes one gentle thrust after another, her eyelids fluttering as she bucks her hips in rhythm to her strokes.

“Not as full as when you’re in me, gladiator.” Though her tongue is thick, her words are clear enough.

My sweetDulcis, interrupts her own pleasure to stroke my pride—surely the perfect woman.

Her breath hitches and catches. A tiny grunt escapes her lips with every delicious inch it enters. Her fingers tighten aroundthe base, gripping it harder as she loses herself to the rhythm of her movements.

She tinkers with the controls without missing a beat, and a soft buzzing fills the room. The bunny ears vibrate on her sensitive spot and the thing must be circling inside her channel, the beads rubbing her pleasure spots, just as she showed me all those months ago. It must feel as good as she said it would. After all, she risked bringing it across the world to use in a compound filled with men.

The room fills with the sounds of her moans and gasps mixed with the slick slapping noises from the toy gliding in and out of her hot, tight flesh.

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