Page 22 of Only in the Dark
“Don’t you worry. You’ll find out. Now look forward,” I directed.
I pressed my body against his to reach around and unbuckle his belt, pulling off his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the ground. He didn’t bother to step out of them, but spread his legs as far apart as possible.
I grabbed the base of the plug lodged inside him, slowly pulling it in and out a few times, testing the waters.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his head falling forward and cradling in his arms. “That feels…” his sentence turned into a moan when I repeated the motions, preparing him for what I had in store. He did so good at making sure I was ready for him, I wanted to give him the same treatment, even if he didn’t know what was happening yet.
I reached for the backpack, grabbing the supplies I needed. I set the lube on the desk. Kieran’s eyes widened when he saw what I was holding in my hand—a small strap-on suited for prostate play, which included a clit stimulator for me. I pulled my dress up enough to fasten it to my waist and thighs, wiggling my hips to watch the cock fly around. “This is so fun. How do you not do this more often?” I questioned.
“I didn’t think seeing you swing a dick around would be so hot, but it is. You can make anything look sexy,” he groaned, shaking his head before burying his forehead in his forearms again. “I never thought I’d say this, but fuck me, Olivia,please.” The wooden desk echoed his voice.
I took the cool, silky lube and drizzled it generously over his exposed hole and the shiny metal plug, using it to ease the path as I slowly slid the toy inside him once more. using it to fuck him. I circled the excess lube around his delicate, puckered rim, feeling his muscles relax under my touch. I gently added a finger, hoping to coax his tight entrance to open more, even though the dildo wasn’t any larger than the plug.
I moved slowly and deliberately, being extra careful as my only concern was to avoid causing him any discomfort or pain. Every touch was deliberate, meant to stretch him without putting too much pressure on his delicate muscles.
“I’m ready,” he whispered. “Trust me.” I didn’t ask how he could tell. I just listened to him like he asked me to, pulling the plug out and throwing it over the backpack. I placed the dildo against his hole, pressing it in slowly until the head was buried.
My fantasy coming to life was hotter than I could’ve imagined, because Kieran made it so much better with the sound of his whimpers as I slowly let the dildo fill him until my hips were flush against his ass.
“Christ, Kieran, you’re so fucking hot like this. Taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Like a good boy,” I praised, repeating things I’d said to him before that I knew he liked, and words I had heard him say to me. It wasn’t often that I took such power over a man.
“Give it to me rough,” he said through a clenched jaw. “I can take it.”
I didn’t second-guess him; I acted as he directed, starting to pull out until only the head was inside, then thrusting forward roughly. I slowly built up a quicker pace, my hips surging into his ass, loving the sight of it jiggling for me.Each time my hips rammed into him, the pressure from the clit stimulation felt so fucking good, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Even though the cock wasn’t attached to me, I understood why men loved watching their dicks disappear into a woman. It was so fucking hot.
“Do you like being fucked by me?” I asked in a sultry whisper.
“Yes. Fuck. Oh, God. It feels so fucking good,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, each word escaping his lips with a tremble, as if he had just run a marathon and was struggling to catch his breath.
I shifted my position, adjusting the angle of my hips to ensure the dildo would press against his prostate. His body responded immediately; his breath became ragged, breaking into a series of gasps, whimpers, and deep, guttural grunts. His fingers stretched out across the smooth, polished surface of the desk, desperately searching for something to grip onto but sliding helplessly instead. He turned his head, his cheek resting against the cool wood, and I could see his lips parting, the moans escaping in a symphony of raw pleasure.
“You look so fucking hot taking my cock,” I cooed, smacking his ass a few times for added fun.
“Jesus fuck, Olivia. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” He let out a low, anguished moan, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as if trying to suppress the sound.
“Good,” I replied.
I buried the dildo deep inside of him, circling my hips and riding the waves of the clit stimulator. I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his back, moaning into his sweet, sweaty skin as I let my orgasm take over. I’d bite his skin if my teeth could find purchase. “Oh, fuck, Kieran,” I moaned. “I’m coming, baby,” I breathed into his skin, my hips making tiny jerks as the sensation rolled through my entire body. I took a moment to come down after my orgasm subsided, ready to give Kieran his.
Once my brain came online and I could breathe again, I moved my hips at the same pace and angle as before, making sure to slam my hips roughly each time. His hips started to move back, impaling himself on the dildo and matching my thrusts. He jutted his ass up more, the new angle driving him even more wild as he let out small screams into the wood, repeating my name over and over again as if he were trying to summon me.
“Right there. Please don’t stop,” he begged.
I struggled to understand how his hands were still on the desk yet he was on the verge of an orgasm, his cheeks flushed and his mouth wide open and spilling loud moans that anyone could hear if they weren’t downstairs blaring Halloween music and drinking.
“Oh God, I—I’m coming. It feels t—too good,” he struggled to get out, moans taking over for his voice as his hips continued to push back, his hole clenching around the dildo as he rode out his orgasm, his cum spraying the desk in front of him, officially becoming the hottest thing I’ve seen. I didn’t know it was possible to come without stimulating the cock itself, nor did I know I’d be good enough with a dildo to help him achieve that.
He pressed his forehead against the desk as he caught up on his breathing, wincing as I removed the toy from his thoroughly fucked hole, mesmerized by the beautiful sight. “I hope you enjoyed that, and I wasn’t too rough. I know I didn’t warn you what I planned to do,” I said, stepping back and removing the strap-on, throwing it to the ground.
Kieran slowly pushed himself up, reaching down and pulling up his pants and boxers, fastening his belt again. He took a step toward me, placing his hand on my cheek and caressing the skin with his thumb. “You can use my body however you want, always. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give you. And I happen to like anal and prostate play. I came hands-free, for fuck’s sake,” he said, chuckling. “I love you, Olivia.”
I struggled with the idea of repeating the phrase to Kieran. In a way, I did, but it was way too soon to say such a thing. I owned him, and he belonged to me from now on. I wouldn’t let anyone else hurt him or touch him, and I’d kill them if they did, butlove? That wasn’t something I hadn’t said and meant to anyone before.
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to say it until you’re ready. I know how you feel, Little Serpent.” He leaned down and placed a small kiss on my forehead.
“I’m consumed by you, Kieran. I’ve claimed you as mine, body and soul, and I won’t let you go. Whoever dares to come between us will suffer—I’ll rip them apart piece by piece until the world knows you belong only to me. I own you,” I said, telling him exactly how I felt so he didn’t question it, even if I couldn’t say the three words most people would kill to hear from someone. I had to be realistic about our timeline. He had several weeks to fall for me. I developed feelings for him as my stalker, but I didn’t know it was him.
“We’ve got to get out of here before we get caught, baby. But there’s something you need to do first, since I can’t leave my DNA behind,” he said, his eyes gazing toward the mess he left on the desk. I was tempted to tell him to lick it up himself since it was his mess, but I had caused it.
