Page 32 of Freaks Of Nature
He pushes off the bed, and my eyes follow him around my room in a haze from the aftermath.
He walks up to my dresser. Pulling the top drawer open, he rummages around the contents like he’s looking for something particular. I’m not sure why he’s so interested in my underwear until—
“What do we have here?”
Fuck me!I throw my head back into the pillow with a groan. He found my toy stash.
“Cute.” He pivots toward me, holding up a slim, purple vibrator. “We both know you can fit bigger than that,” he acknowledges with a little laugh behind his mask, then dives back in. “Let’s see what other toys you got in here.”
Please no.I sink into the mattress in shame.
“Ha! Now we’re talking.”
I know what he found before my eyes catch the silver glint of the butt plug.
He tips his head to one side, suspicion in his tone. “Have you used this before?”
“No,” I groan. I have plenty of practice with the vibrator, but I’m still working up the nerve to make use of the plug. It was an impulse buy a little while back, and it’s been taunting me ever since.
“It’s a bit ambitious in size for a beginner. Guess you like a challenge. I knew I liked you.” His hand makes another dip into the drawer before he shoves it home.
I don’t miss the sadistic glee in his gait. Loot in hand, he returns to me, dropping his stash on the mattress beside me to nudge me over onto my stomach.
My body complies without reason. Mason has reached into my mind and is now pulling the strings of my deepest, darkest desires like I’m his puppet.
I turn my head to draw a breath through the tangled strands of my hair and the pillow when his weight settles on top of me.
“You ready to have some fun, baby girl?” he prompts, hauling my hips off the bed to meet the ardent bulge behind his fly.
I manage no more than a grunt before his fingers dip into the waistband of my shorts and push the cotton down my thighs where it stops at the belt still firmly in place.
“You have no idea what this view does to me,” Mason growls, his palms rubbing up and down my arms, tugging on my restraints. “Imagine all the unspeakable things I can do to you like this… all the sinful ways I can corrupt you.” He does another rough pass down my forearms, grip lingering on my wrists. “Moan for me.”
The queued response leaks from my lips, and I grind back on reflex, searching for the friction of him.
“Mmm. So compliant,” he muses.
He releases my wrists. His big hands skip to my ass, spreading me open, thumbs tracing the edges of my pussy.
Another deep, pleased growl carries to my ears. His praise ignites a fire in my core. I ache to feel him inside me. To have his throbbing cock stretching my inner walls.
Mason’s weight shifts behind me. When his touch leaves my needy flesh, and there’s a rustle from him removing his mask, my anticipation crests.
The mattress dips under his movements. My skin flushes as he takes his time. The wait for him to touch me again is agonizing.
He gives me no warning. He eases the vibrator into me, sliding it against my tender folds. The glide is cool and smooth, and I know he lubed it. His hands are slick too.
His thumb circles the tight rim of my rear, applying pressure before pushing in.
My lips part to a silent moan. My eyes squeeze shut. Mason’s groan chases me…
Then he turns the vibration on.
I cry out as he fucks me slowly. My body trembles. It’s different whenhe’susing the toy on me—when he’s the one in control of my pleasure instead of me taking care of myself. The sensation is so much more intense.
He moves in and out of me with a matching rhythm while my knees press together from the restraint around my thighs. Face buried in the fluffy down pillow, the muscles in my neck pinch as my spine arches. My weight is braced on my chest, my breasts riding the friction of his thrusts.
I love the pain he spurs. I chase the feeling, letting it push me higher until I climax.
