Page 56 of Forever Not Yours

“Suck it,” he hissed out. “Make it good and wet.”

I couldn’t even describe the taste, or the sharpness, or intrusion as he pushed two fingers deep into my mouth.

“You can take it. Just suck. Hard and wet.”

Oh, fuck. My mouth felt bone dry, my throat spasming slightly as he pushed further, making me gag before easing out.

“Deeper, Bastien. All the way in.”

And again. My eyes watered as his two fingers pressed against my tongue, deep and hard. Rubber against my lips, his knuckles against myteeth. Coughing up saliva as he pushed deeper, I gagged and slobbered all over him.

“Good boy,” he said softly. “Next time, I’ll make you take my cock, but for now, I’ll give you my fingers elsewhere.”

A threat or a promise? I didn’t care anymore.

Fuck. Lube. Drizzled over his fingers, the black glove now dripping with liquid as he showed it to me, bent those wet fingers down, then slowly inspected them one by one while I squirmed beneath him, his chest right there, his lips pursed in a small smile.

Bastard, I thought. Maybe he was. Maybe he got off on this, treating me like the mischievous idiot I was. Maybe I…got off on this too. My dick certainly did, erect against my stomach as he bent me into place, one leg up over his shoulder, the other awkwardly bent to the side and his fingers now pushing against my hole. Not just one but…Fuck.

“Breathe in and just take it, Bastien. Plenty of lube there, so you’re going to be good for me. Take the burn. Ride it out.”

I whimpered, because it was a bit much. Intense. Strangely…perfectly so. The stretch and pain stung on myinsides as he slowly pushed those fingers inside of me, then pulled out. More lube. More pressure.

“Colour, Bastien?”

Could I take it? Oh God, yes. “Green,” I huffed out, my eyes squeezed shut as I tried to relax, let him in, take all that girth. All that… Oh God. Even further.

“Good boy. You’re doing well. Two fingers halfway in. Just relax.”

I could, of course I could. My leg spasmed, and I tried to move it, only for him to push it back.

“I’m in control here.” He yanked the tie. “If I had a hook on the wall, I would tie you up properly, make sure you couldn’t move at all. Would you like that? Tied up, letting me do whatever I want to you?”

I had no idea why I nodded, but I did, vigorously, as he pushed his fingers further in. One sharp push that made me shout out loud, too startled to control myself. Then he pulled out. And back in. Another one.

“More,” I whimpered.

“Colour?” he demanded, moving his knee under my bum, lifting me up so I was totallybent back, my leg over his shoulder kicking out as he shoved his fingers in all the way.

My hands restrained against my leg, the tie dangled from his grip.

“You’re going to take all of it. Let me fuck you until you’re all done. Is that clear?”

I didn’t care. Nothing was important anymore, just the feeling of his fingers once again so deep inside of me, and then the way I blew air when he withdrew them. Relief as they pulled back in. And out. Like I was made for this. Just lying here, letting him fuck me with his fingers as I once again kicked my leg out in a spasm I couldn’t control and then…

Then he fucked me. His fingers violently stabbed inside me, over and over again. My neck bent back, and there was nothing but blackness under my eyelids as he did to me exactly what I hadn’t known I craved.

Him.

Me.

“Want me to touch you?” he whispered. “Touch that dick of yours? It’s asking for it, isn’t it?”

The way my insides burned, the insane fire in my stomach, the way my dick twitched in longing. Iwanted his hand on it. His fingers around it. I wanted everything that I couldn’t have, and my hands were fighting against his restraints as he laughed. The fucking was so intense that I lost touch with everything. I just existed. A small whimper left my lips, the light at the edges of my vision blurring out everything, hardness inside of me, over and over again. Deeper and deeper.

I could feel the sweat on my forehead, the dryness of my mouth, every breath too deep and heavy for my body to produce, small hisses with every one I tried to take.

I wanted more, because it no longer was enough. Nothing was enough. Everything I needed and wanted and had and…

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