Page 9 of Just One Night
“Please,” I scream as I try to roll my hips. “Please, please. I need to come. Please!” I’m begging him, close to sobbing, when he slides the wand down my stomach. He stops it right above my clit, not touching me where I need it the most. But the vibration is enough to get me closer to the edge.
“Not yet.” He pulls away at the last second, taking the wand with him. My eyes snap open and I glare at him as he turns it off. “I think I wanna plug you first. I want you full when you come for me.” I groan, throwing my head back again, irritated.
He takes the plug from his bag again and a bottle of lube. I watch as he applies it to the plug, generously coating it, before climbing on the bed between my legs.
Rubbing some of the lube on my ass, I tense. “Reid,” I say warily. He pauses and looks up at me, his dark blue eyes lustful.
“Trust me?” He asks, quietly. I stare at him for a long moment. Can I really do this? Can I really let him do this to me?
“Yes,” I finally say.
“That’s my girl,” he grins as he gently presses a finger into the tight hole. “Relax for me, princess. You’re gonna feel so fucking good, I promise.”
I try to relax for him. And when he starts slowly moving his finger in and out, I moan. It takes a few minutes, but he’s right, it’s starting to feel good. But when he adds a second finger,stretching me, I tense again. He soothes me with gentle words and slow strokes until I’m completely relaxed.
“Ready?” He says, pulling his fingers from me. He holds up the lubed plug and I nod nervously. “Words.”
“Yes,” I say quickly, and he chuckles. Gently, he presses it to my ass and applies steady pressure. Slowly, he pushes it inside me. When it’s seated all the way in, he twists it around a few times, gently pushing and pulling it in and out before he settles it firmly inside me.
“So pretty,” he says, staring at it. “I’m gonna leave it in when I fuck your cunt later, too. I want you to be filled everywhere. Maybe I’ll make you fuck a dildo, keep the plug in your ass, hold the wand to your clit, all while I fuck your tight throat. Would you like that? To have all your holes filled?”
I moan at his words, my eyes rolling back. “Yes,” I breathe. “Please, I need to come. Please, Reid,please.”
“Look at you,” he says smugly, “my little whore begging me to let her come.”
“Fuck!” I cry out when he presses his thumb against my swollen, sensitive clit. “Please, please, please!” He rubs his thumb faster over my clit, driving my orgasm higher and higher.
“I want you to scream for me,” he growls. “I want the whole neighborhood to hear you. I want them all to know who owns you.” He shoves two fingers inside me as he rubs my clit faster. My head thrashes side to side as my legs tremble.
“Oh, fucking fuck. Don’t stop. Please, I’m so fucking close.”
“Come for me.” He hooks his fingers inside me, rubbing me so hard and fast it makes me see stars. “You wanted to come so badly, so come, slut.”
My back arches off the bed as my orgasm crashes through me. It’s not a light, easy one. It bulldozes through me, making my vision turn black. I don’t hear myself screaming until I start to come down, his fingers still working me.
“Jesus, that was so fucking hot,” he breathes, his eyes wide when I look at him. “Again. I need to see that again.” He keeps rubbing my too sensitive clit and I squirm, trying to get away from him. “You’re going to come again.” He growls as he reaches over and grabs the wand.
His fingers move harder inside me as he flips the switch on. “I want your pussy red and swollen. I want you to feel this for days after tonight. I want you to remember who made you come so hard you forgot your fucking name.”
He makes me come again, my eyes crossing from how fucking good it feels. I jerk on the ropes, my legs widening more.
“Wait,” I sob, “stop.” He doesn’t. He presses the wand harder against my clit and I cry out. He shoves three fingers inside me, hooking them up as he fucks me. “Stop!” I scream, my eyes rolling back.
“Is that your safe word?” He asks as he fucks me harder. My head thrashes back and forth as I scream. “Or do you get off on begging me to stop?” My pussy tightens around his fingers at his words and he chuckles. “Yeah, I think you like that.”
He pulls the wand away from my pussy moments before I come again and I cry out. He ignores me as he drops it to the bed and gets to his knees between my legs. He roughly yanks me closer to him and pulls his cock out. I stare up at him with wide eyes.
“I’m going to fuck your cunt, then come all over your tits and face and you can’t do anything to stop me,” he growls as he roughly grips my breast in his hand. He pinches and rolls my nipple and I cry out, jerking on the bindings again. “Fuck,” he groans as he pushes inside me, “you’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?”
“No,” I whimper, playing into this fantasy I didn’t know I was into. My pussy is dripping and I tighten around him, needing to come. “I’m not a slut.” He laughs mockingly.
“Yes, you are,” he says as he shoves his cock all the way in without warning. I scream at the sudden fullness, the pain causing my pleasure to rise. “Say it. Say you’re my dirty whore.”
“No,” I say again. He moves his hand to my throat and squeezes. I take a breath, and he squeezes more.
“Whore,” he says, spitting on me. It lands on my breasts, and I whimper. “Slut.” His hand tightens and I pull on the bindings. He fucks me harder, hitting so deep inside me, he’s filling me completely.
“Wait,” I rasp, my pussy spasming with each thrust. He ignores me, fucking me through it.
