Page 31 of Unholy

Sitting on the bed, I position myself between his raised legs. Nathaniel’s cock bobs, still leaking precum, and my eyes attempt to hood at the sight, but I stop myself. Placing my hand to his hole, I begin coating his opening in the extra lube. I then take one finger and push it inside of him, rimming his entrance. He isn’t used to the intrusion, immediately tensing up. “I need you to relax, it’s just the tip of my index finger. I won’t go any farther with it.”

Nathaniel blows out a deep sigh as his muscles relax, allowing me to finish. Sliding my finger out, I look at his face. Beads of sweat are already forming along his hairline and his forehead, he is nervous.

Holding the plug up, he doesn’t look at it, instead maintaining eye contact with me as I speak. “Stay just like this. I will gradually insert the plug only as your body adjusts to the size. I will never force it in, I will never intentionally make something painful unless it's for pleasure. Remember the safe word if you need.”

Nathaniel doesn’t object, therefore I proceed. My eyes admire the incredible man laying here before me, the dimples on his cheeks as his ass flexes with his abdomen.

I position my body on all fours, my mouth dangerously close to his cock, but I keep my eyes on where my occupied hand is. I place the tip of the silver plug at the entrance. “Relax,” I coax softly. He does while blowing out a couple more breaths.

Millimeter by millimeter, I ease the cool silver plug inside of him. Anytime I see his face or body tense, I pause, allowing him time to adjust before proceeding. My hand is gripping the gem-encrusted rubber duck. My fingers wrap around it, and I know it is all the way in once I feel his soft skin against mine.

“You’re doing so good,” I praise.

His breathing is now audible, like he just ran a marathon, and his words are shaky as he speaks. “Thank you, Ms. Vandenberg.”

“Now, slowly lower your legs. You are going to feel full, uncomfortable, but your body will adjust.”

Obeying, my silver fox does what I ask.

Next, I reach for the nipple clamps, my breasts are above his face, his breath warm against my skin while showing excellent restraint.

Sitting back on my legs, kneeling, I lean forward and blow my breath on his. My free hand plays with his chest hairs, and my nails scratch his skin, causing him to hiss. I attach the clamps, one to each nipple, the chain resting loosely on him as his back arches. As I lean back, resting my bottom on my legs, I notice Nathaniel is overwhelmed with sensations. His nerves are unfamiliar with them, causing his brain confusion on how to respond. Soon, it will tell him this is pleasure, not pain. Delicious and addictive pleasure.

Before I move to the next part, I remove my bottoms, leaving me completely exposed. He will see it as a level playing field, but I don’t. I find it freeing.

Next, I add another level to our session, gripping his length just below where I placed the spiked cock ring and tug at it ever so slightly. Another hiss follows, and I smile in satisfaction.

My thumb finds the release, and I apply enough pressure that it unlatches, falling off him.

Nathaniel is flabbergasted as his arms move from above his head. “Wait, I could have just removed it myself?”

I am quick to respond, slapping his face—not hard, but with enough force that he feels the same sting that I do against mypalm. Then, in rapid succession, I grip his chin and make eye contact. “Arms up and no speaking unless you are spoken to!” I remind him firmly as we remain in an intense stare-off. He is still very new to this, so I take it easy on him, but my pussy is dripping from his defiance. This shit gets me so horny. I smirk sadistically, knowing I get to put him right back in his place.

Time slows as I wait. He is testing me, seeing how serious I am or if I will back down. I won’t. I've been living my best life for years.

He is the first to move; his cuffed wrists that are hanging in midair proceed to move back onto the bed over his head.

Such a good boy for me.

Keeping his cock in my hand, I sit up and position myself over him, taking his tip and circling my pussy with it. Nathaniel grunts, and it’s music to my ears.

Teasing him more, I can hear our juices mixing. My mouth waters as I position him at my opening and slowly slide down his length. The ridges of his piercings feel insatiable against the walls of my cunt. I grip myself around him, wanting to keep them close.

“You move, I stop. Do you understand?”

Nathaniel nods once. “Yes, Ms. Vandenberg.”

And this time, I praise him out loud. “Good boy.” Followed by a cheeky wink.

My pelvis moves and my back arches. Reaching behind me, I place my hands on the mattress, allowing his cock to rub me right where I need it.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whimper. The buildup to this moment sends me spiraling. I have craved his cock since I first had it in my mouth, and I needed to feel it inside of me. And now that I have it, I will never let it go. Each barbell is massaging my pussy; his tip feels like it’s halfway up my body. Nathaniel is the biggest I’ve ever had.

My movements quicken, my body is begging for release. Tonight, if he doesn’t come by the time I do, he will be walking around with blue balls until I give him permission to unload.

The tingling starts at my toes. Repositioning myself, I reach in front of me, pulling at the chain hanging from each of the nipple clamps. Breathlessly, I ask, “Does it hurt?”

His head shakes. “No, it all feels so fucking good.”

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