Page 51 of Monster's Delight

“Upon each crest, there will be a pause. Did you feel it this last time?”

I nodded my assent.

“During that pause, use the thimble on your clit. But only during that time. It will get longer with each wave, don’t worry.” There was amusement in his tone, probably at the pouting face I had made. “The idea is to stretch you and get you used to receiving pleasure when full.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s fucking hot.”

Okay, valid.

The pressure was building within me again, and I had forgotten to start counting at the beginning, but I was prepared to start touching myself when it reached the point of the pause. It was almost too much, the vibrations from the thimble combined with the stretch of the toy within me. I wanted to reach down and feel how big it was, but I remembered Aiden’s threat to make me bring myself to orgasm without the thimble and ignored the desire.

Several more repetitions of this cycle had me strung out and panting heavily, desperate to come.

“I want you in me when I come,” I nearly cried.

“Next time,” Aiden said soothingly. “You can do this. You’re so close, Siobhan. Can you come for me?”

The pressure was building again. I could feel my orgasm, practically taste it. The toy within me paused and then was pushed deeper within me, the obstruction at the end sinking into my channel and filling me to the point of bursting, and then I was exploding, shaking and sobbing with the force of the orgasm that overtook me.

I hadn’t even used the thimble.

“That was so good.” Aiden cooed. “You’re so gorgeous. You took that so well. I’m so proud of you.”

The pressure vanished and suddenly I was empty, clenching on nothing where I had been so full seconds before.

I whimpered, begging for Aiden’s cock once again.

The blindfold was pulled off my eyes and I blinked in the sudden brightness of the room. Aiden had completely stripped, and was tightly gripping the base of his reddened cock. His face was a grimace of pain.

I quickly cast the charm that would lube me up. The lube had charms to protect the users from STIs and pregnancy. A flash of gratefulness toward Professor Dunlop, who had assigned that essay back in September, flashed through my mind, and then I dismissed the thought quickly. Nothing would kill the mood faster than thinking of a teacher!

“Are you sure?” Aiden asked through gritted teeth. “I could just jerk off.”

“Don’t you dare. I need you to fuck me properly,” I said fiercely.

“If my lady insists,” Aiden said. “But there’s not enough room here.”

That was all the warning I got before he scooped me up, walked to the side of the desk, and flipped me face down across it. My toes could touch the ground, but just barely, before he spread my legs as far apart as they could go and stepped between them. I propped my upper body up on my elbows, twisting so I could watch him enter me, but he gently pushed me down. Then, just as carefully, he pressed inside me.

If I thought the toy was large, I was getting schooled now.

“How are you still so tight?” he asked, breathing heavily. He fell forward on his hands, the quiff of his hair brushing the space between my shoulder blades. “Siobhan,” he groaned.

A surge of need flared through me, rippling through my nerves. I pushed back, impaling myself on the rest of his cock, making us both gasp for breath.

“Minx,” he growled. “Gonna fuck you now.”

Aiden started up a punishing pace, one I couldn’t withstand. Although I tried to meet his thrusts, I was soon thrown forward, my arms like jelly and unable to support me. Even the desk started rocking with the force of his pounding into me, slamming into the wall beneath the portrait of Darragh. I hoped the covering would stay put, as I didn’t have the ability to recast the securing spell if it came loose; my mind was too muddled by the thorough fucking Aiden was giving me.

His hand fumbled for my clit, stroking it in counterpoint to his thrusts. I found myself falling apart for the third time in a row, squeezing down on his cock until he, too, fell over the edge with a grunt, his heat releasing deep within me.

He stayed inside me, both of us too exhausted to move for a long moment. I turned my head, spotting the grimoire not far from me and smiled. Not what I had thought would happen when I brought Aiden in here, but also not entirely unexpected.

The book was open to the pages with the almost-doors, and from this angle, they looked even more like doors. There were even dark spots near the center that resembled handles.

“Thecenter!” I exclaimed. “I get it!”

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