Page 61 of Command and Control: GHOST Operative

His gaze shifts to the pile beside me, and I'm not sure if I'm excited or terrified. Not because I think he'll do anything bad, but because it's clear Vincent plans tomake me suffer before giving me what I desperately want.

"You're quite a naughty girl, aren't you, Jules?" He reaches out, and I think he's going to sift through the pile, but Vincent goes straight for one item. He didn't have to think or consider, and I’m even more confident this night is going to leave me as ruined as it gets. He holds the butt plug up so I can see it. "Have you used this, Jules?"

My skin flushes, but not in embarrassment. Taking control of my sexual interests, needs, and desires helped eradicate any shame I might have had about my body. Left me empowered. Almost as empowered as the raw lust in Vincent's expression now. Even if I did feel any sort of awkwardness in this moment, the look on his face would extinguish it.

I nod, the movement squishing my cheek against the blankets.

He hums that sound he makes when he likes my answer, and it makes my pussy clench. "That's good to hear." He snags the half-empty bottle of lube from the blankets and holds it up, giving it a little tilt as he eyes the contents. "Looks like you've squeezed it into your tight little ass more than once."

He doesn't wait for me to respond, I'm not sure what I would say anyway, just flips the cap and aims it at the top of my ass crack, letting it dribble down over my hole. He rubs the toy through the line of lube, coating it and my skin at the same time. Then the tip is against me, the press gentle but insistent. "Relax, Jules. You already know how good this feels filling that little ass of yours."

He's not wrong, but I've never had another person put it in, and it's got me feeling cautious. But Vincent doesn'tease up. One hand massages my ass cheek, keeping it spread wide as the other slowly works the slippery plug into me. "That's right, Angel Face. Show me how much that greedy little ass wants to be filled."

If I could come from words alone, I would have been gone ten times over at the filthy things he’s saying. I fucking love it. Love how shamelessly he grits the words out, his deep voice a rumble I can feel everywhere. Including my penetrated ass.

When the plug’s all the way in, my ass contracts around the narrow stem of the base, holding it in place. I gasp, and Vincent chuckles again. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

I nod but can't say a word. Pretty sure my lungs aren't working properly.

Vincent returns to the pile. "Let's see what else we have to make you feel good." He snags a silvery chain, lifting it up. "I remember these. You fucking tortured me with them."

He leans over me, his front blanketing my back, and I'm not sure what he's doing until one arm bands across my chest and he lifts me up to my knees. His hard length grinds against me, shifting the toy in my ass and making me moan.

The side of his face is pressed against the side of mine as the hand with the nipple clamps comes to the front of us. "See, Jules? If I’d let you come when you wanted, you’d miss out on all of this." He lifts one of my breasts, fingers twisting the nipple, making me gasp as it pulls tight. When he slips the clamp in place my whole body shudders.

I like toys. They’ve been my best friends for a few years now, and I always imagined what it would be like to usethem with a partner. I expected it to be fun. Different. Interesting.

This is none of those things. This is decadent torture. I'm so wet I can feel my flesh slick together with every move, and I'm pretty sure very little of it is from the lube.

My entire body lights up as he twists my other nipple, bringing it to a tight point before pinching on the clamp. Then he tugs on that fucking chain, and the sound that comes out of me is more like a sob than anything else. Desperate and needy.

Vincent’s hand comes to my throat, bracketing it to hold my body against his as his fingers once again go to my clit, teasing alongside it. "What's the matter, Jules? Don't think you can take any more?"

I shake my head, fingers reaching back to grip his thighs, like I can force him to keep touching me until I come. I continue shaking my head even though I know he won't show mercy on me, and that makes me even wetter.

The hand at my clit slides away and I sag against him. "I think you can, and I think you will."

Vincent glances down at the pile again. "Look what we have here." He grabs my backup vibrator—a girl can never be too prepared—lifting the purple version of my favorite toy in front of us. "This looks familiar." He spins it in his fingers, looking over the device. "Do you keep this one charged up too?" His thumb presses on the embedded button and a low hum fills the air. Vincent makes his approving sound. "You don't like not being able to come when you want, do you, Jules?"

Relief washes through me, because the minute that toy is in place I'm going to come no matter what he does. Hewon't be able to stop me, so I shake my head, telling him the truth in the hope that's what will happen.

It's not. "I think I'll hang onto this then." The vibrator disappears from my sight, but then I feel Vincent’s cock sliding over me, past the plug in my ass to notch against my core. I expect him to tease me with it, the same way he's teasing me with everything else. Instead, he spears into me, burying himself to the hilt in one hard, almost violent move.

"You're so fucking wet, Jules." He shoves into me again, hard enough to make my ass cheeks bounce and the chain between my nipples swing. "I can feel you dripping down my cock."

I’m going to have to take his word for it, because I can’t focus on anything besides the fact that doing it this way means my clit isn’t getting the stimulation it needs. And I think I might peel my skin off if I don’t get to come soon.

“What’s wrong, Jules?” Vincent reaches between my legs, but doesn’t touch me the way I want. Instead his fingers part to spread me wide, the cool air of the room skating over my heated flesh as he exposes it. “Is this little clit feeling deprived?”

“Yes.” I choke the word out so loud it echoes in my ears. I can’t take much more and I’m starting to lose it.

“Then tell me you belong to me.”

I’ve already admitted that, but I’m happy to say it again if it gets me an orgasm. “I belong to you.”

“Tell me every inch of you is mine.”

Another demand I’m happy to agree to. “All of me is yours.”

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