Page 26 of Bound to the Guard

“Don’t stop,” I manage. “I… I want to…”

Damien hesitates, concerned for me. “Are you sure?”

“Please.” My body trembles. “I need to know.”

He gives me a reassuring smile. “No matter what, it doesn’t mean you’re defective. There are a lot of ways to give and receive pleasure that don’t involve an erection.”

I understand the logic, but… My hand tightens around his hard length. I want this. I want to be whole.

Damien’s hand dips into my pants, and I will myself to react. When his warm hand touches me, relief floods me as mydick twitches with interest. It’s weak, but more than what has happened in the past. Or, more precisely, what hasn’t happened.

“There you are.” Damien cradles my length. “Such a pretty shape.”

His fingers work magic, and I push away the darkness of my past as each stroke builds heat in my hips. I close my eyes, focusing on the friction of his calluses on my sensitive flesh.

Good as the sensations are, though, frustration builds when I can’t harden.

Tears well up. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Damian soothes, his free hand rubbing calming circles on my back. “Nothing is wrong with you, Seven. We’ll find other ways for you to feel good.”

His hand drifts lower, cupping my balls and rolling them. The new sensation draws a gasp from me as a warm flush spreads through my body. Damian’s fingers stroke along my perineum, each pass sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.

Then his hand slips farther back, brushing my entrance. I tense instinctively, but Damian massages in gentle circles, coaxing me to relax.

“You’re so wet.” Damien’s lips glide over my neck, sucking on my racing pulse. “See how turned on you are?”

A whine catches in my throat, and I cant my hips backward. Giving me time to adjust, he pushes a finger inside. I cry out as pleasure rockets through me, my hips bucking to take him deeper. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a deep ache finally being soothed.

“That’s it,” Damian encourages, pumping his finger inside me. “Let go and enjoy yourself.”

A moan tears from my lips as I tip forward, my forehead coming to rest on Damien’s broad chest. His finger pushes deeper, curling toward my abdomen, and lightning streaks upmy spine. It’s almost too much, the intensity threatening to overwhelm me, but I don’t want it to stop.

I grip Damien’s shoulders, my blunt nails digging into his muscles, and he makes a low, approving sound.

“You’re so responsive.” His breath comes hot in my ear. “I love the sounds you make. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

As if my body can’t deny him, gasps and keens spill out as his finger works me open. My hips rock, pushing back to meet each thrust, chasing the incredible sensations sparking through my body.

Almost without thinking, I reach between us to grasp Damien’s cock, still hard and straining against his stomach. I stroke him clumsily, trying to match the rhythm of his finger inside me.

“That’s amazing, Seven.” Damien groans, his hips jerking into my touch. “Do you think you can take another finger?”

After only a heartbeat, I nod. I’m already so full, stretched around Damien’s thick digit, but I crave more. I want to chase this sensation, to let it consume me and burn out all the ugliness inside.

Carefully, Damien eases a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch burns, but it’s a sweet ache, my body yielding to the intrusion. I whimper and writhe in his lap, my hand faltering on his cock as I try to process the new sensations flooding through me.

“Breathe,” Damien coaxes, his free hand petting my flank. “Relax and breathe. You’re opening up so beautifully.”

I drag in a shuddering breath and let it out, Damien’s praise and the gentle touch of his hand guiding me through it. As the burn fades into a deep, throbbing pleasure, I rock down onto him, begging for more.

Damien curls his fingers, rubbing that spot inside me again, and my vision goes white around the edges. Pleasure crashesthrough me in waves, building and building until it crests, shattering me into a million, glittering pieces.

I cry out, my body pulsing around Damien as I come apart in his arms.

Through my orgasm, Damien’s other hand pumps my dick, the friction on my flesh adding to the pleasure, building a link to the sensation in my mind.

For a long moment, I cling to him, chest heaving as I catch my breath, the world fading back in as my pulse slows.

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