Page 66 of My Salvation
Inhaling, I hold my breath as I feel the tip brush against me before he slides in his cock inch by inch. Panting, I moan; it’s so slow, I want to scream. But in the mirror, it’s too quick. My eyes burn to see a replay of his cock sliding into me over and over.
Finally, he’s seated all the way into the hilt. Smiling darkly, he grips my hips and rotates his cock so I can feel every inch of him. Moaning low at the sensation, I push back onto him. He pulls out, and I see how wet his cock is in the mirror. Driving back into me inch by inch, it’s torture and satisfaction simultaneously as he does it again. And again.
The pace picks up. His cock becomes a blur in the mirror. All I see is his body moving back and forth like a piston. All I feel is his powerful cock fucking me hard and fast. It’s the last thing I remember noticing as I become a mass of feelings. My orgasm is close. Squeezing him tightly, I hear him moan deeply.
“Lowell, please.” The need in my voice tips him over the edge. His pace is furious now in his quest to send us over.
Roaring, he thrusts deeply, and we both come, drowning in the sensation of each other and the moment. I can feel him pulsing in me. Squeezing him tightly, I hold him, knowing he can feel the tremors in my body.
Breathing heavily, I rest my head on my hands. His head drops to my back. We stay like that for a few moments as we catch our breath. His hands skim my body in a calming motion until it eases. Rising, he grasps the condom and slides out. My sensitive body whimpers as he leaves me.
A few minutes later, I hear the shower turn on and stand up to slide out of my dress. Walking over to the bathroom, I watch as he removes his clothes. I love looking at him. Lowell is tall and lean, but muscular. Similar to a basketball player’s physique.
Slipping into the shower, my eyes lift to his. His green eyes are bright and a bit startling without his no-nonsense black-framed glasses. He looks younger, and happier, and very relaxed, based on the smile he gives me.
“I know I can be closed off, but I want you to have no doubts about my feelings. These last few months have been the happiest of my life. Because of you. Beyond intriguing, you inspire me with your mind and your generous heart.” His hand traces my face.
My breath stalls as I stare at him. “I...”
His thumb stops on my lips. “You’re beautiful, my dear, and I’m falling in love with you. Tonight means everything to me.”
“Oh, Lowell. I’m already in love with you. And I see you. All of you, not just what you choose to show me.”
Standing on my tiptoes, I bring his head down to meet mine. There, under the spray, I kiss him with every ounce of feeling in my body. I want this man to know, to have no doubts I love him. Drawing back, I watch as a smile crawls across his face.
We leisurely wash each other off before getting out. Shutting off the shower, he grabs a towel and dries me off before doing the same to himself.
Walking out of the bathroom, I’m not quite sure what to do now. I walk over to my duffle bag to grab my nightgown when he stops me.
“I have something I’d like you to wear tonight,” he says, his voice husky.
He prowls over to the bed, where I see something gold glinting on it. Picking it up, it looks like a series of chains linked together. Is it a necklace?
Standing still, I let him put it on me. He clasps one link around my neck. Attaching a second chain, he lets that one drop straight down my body. A third chain with nipple clamps that look exactly like the ones he used on me at my house hooks onto the second chain and loops over to each nipple. Reaching down, he sucks each nipple to a peak before lightly clamping them. He doesn’t tighten them, so there’s no sting of pain; just a tugging sensation.
Continuing, along the center chain, he hooks on an additional chain that wraps around my waist. From this chain, he hangs a final long chain with two gold balls attached.
“What are those?” I question him, my voice a mere whisper as I look at the golden balls gleaming in the soft light.
“Ben Wa balls. I’m going to insert them into you, OK?”
After I agree, he strokes me a few times to make sure I’m still wet and carefully inserts them. Sucking in a breath, I’m startled by their coldness, but that goes away in a second. Then I feel nothing. They don’t vibrate. I’m not sure what they are supposed to do.
Wanting to see the chains on my body, I stroll over to the mirror. Midway, I halt as the balls knock together inside me, causing tiny vibrations. Standing still, they filled me, but not much else. However, walking, moving, is a different story. Already sensitive from earlier, I feel my arousal go from a low, satisfied hum of one to a five, in a matter of seconds.
This should be fun.
Biting my lip, I continue on to the mirror. My body glitters with chains. Part of me feels owned by Lowell, and part of me feels the powerful woman in the mirror owns the man behind her. Her body dressed in gold, each asset highlighted, powerful and desired. That’s her. That’s me.
Feeling a featherlight touch against my ass, I turn my back to the mirror and notice a small chain hanging down from the one around my waist, swinging against my ass.
Lowell’s hand reaches down and pulls the chain between the crack of my ass. Running his fingers lightly down the chain, he caresses each cheek. “We can add a plug to this in the future.” He watches as my eyes widen at his words. Apparently, this is a gift that can keep on giving.
Taking my shoulders, he leans my back against his front, facing the mirror. His right hand reaches up and wraps around the chain on my neck in a clear mark of dominance. His left land plays with the chains, pulling and tugging on them, causing sensations to break out all over my body.
Looking up, I see his eyes glittering but very little of the emotion showing anywhere else, a direct contrast to what he’d exposed earlier. This is the Lowell I know so well, emotions contained. He’s retreated into his zone. Or so he thinks. I raise my eyebrow at him.
Reaching to the chain at my back, I wrap it around his cock. “Hmmm, we should get you a little jewelry next time. Maybe a cock ring made of gold? Or a chain with a butt plug, too?”
