Page 113 of What About Love

“You’ll never fit, T—” She couldn’t continue as he slid in up to his third knuckle, as if to prove a point. “You’re too big,” she finished on a stuttering breath.

“Oh, darlin’, don’t you know you should never say never to a man like me? It’s like waving a red flag at a bull. I’ll take that challenge you threw down and will enjoy every moment of proving you wrong. You’ll come with my cock deep in your ass and scream while you do it. And when I’m done, you’ll crave more of the same.”

“A man like you,” she repeated. “Do you mean arrogant?”

Pulling his finger free, he smacked her across both cheeks four times in quick succession. As she cried out with building desire, he explained, “No, disrespectful girl, I mean dominant.”

Strong hands lifted and turned her, setting her on her knees in the center of his enormous bed. With her ass high in the air, hands still bound behind her back in the twist of her shirt, she rested her cheek against the bed as he angled her forward.

“Stay right there,” he ordered.

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask Farmer T where he expected to go since she was hogtied, but thought better of it.

She heard him moving around the room, opening and closing drawers. The rustle of clothing, the clank of a belt buckle, and the thud of boots hitting the floor all followed. The shifting of the mattress and his hand gliding over her hip announced his return.

He worked on freeing her wrists next, the tangle of material taking considerable time and prompted a few impatiently grumbled words from him, but at last she was free. In a flash, he had the blouse whisked away and her bra disappeared, but he didn’t leave her loose. Rather, he wrapped leather cuffs around her wrists in replacement. And instead of linking them behind her back, he pulled them above her head.

At the sound of a metal clink, she tilted her head up. He did have bolts in his headboard. At the very least he had one, an eyebolt to be specific, which was mounted dead center right below the level of the mattress.

His face appeared beside hers on the pillow. His hand brushing her hair back.

“Anything pinching or strained, little bit?”

“No, sir.”

He nodded, moving in for a kiss. “Remember your safewords, baby.”

He wrapped his hand behind her neck and held her still for his mouth, which covered hers hungrily, igniting her simmering passion to a full, rolling boil. Not letting up until she was breathless.

When he eased away, the heat didn’t abate; instead, it burned hotter because he grinned and murmured, “It’s playtime.”

He was gone from her view the next second. Her panties and shoes disappeared a tick beyond that, then she felt him behind her on the bed.

“Spread for me,” was his next husky command.

The backs of his fingers nudged her inner thighs apart and stayed there until she had shifted her legs far enough for his satisfaction. His thumbs separated her pussy and his warm breath rushed over the damp skin as his mouth claimed her.

Her cries came uninhibited from deep in her chest. With lips and tongue, he devoured her, sucking, lapping, and stroking her clit until she thought she would explode. As soon as she was on the brink of something stupendous, he moved, ringing her entrance with his tongue, before diving inside. He spread her wider and dove deeper as she squirmed beneath his insatiable mouth. An orgasm was threatening when he moved again, licking higher, his goal unmistakable.

When his tongue stroked her tight opening, she couldn’t take more. “I’m gonna come.”

He eased off and the next instant, his hand crashed down on her cheek. The stinging heat of the slap, doing as he intended, easing her down from her impending peak just a tad.

“Uh-uh, little bit, not until I say so. I’m not nearly done with you, and I want my cock inside you when you come.”

Another long lick from his hot tongue glided over her back hole.

“Seriously, T, I’m afraid you won’t fit.”

“I won’t take your ass today, Angie. At least my cock won’t.”

Something cool and smooth replaced his tongue. It slid easily lengthwise along her quivering pucker, changing angles when it reached the tip, and pressing gently inward. As it burrowed inside, she felt a sharp pinch as it stretched her.

She squirmed and tensed. “It burns.”

He stopped but didn’t retreat, adding the thumb of his other hand on her clit for incentive. As he began circling and rubbing the hard bundle of nerves, her desire roused once more. While her juices flowed, he gathered up more, painting it all around the tight ring. She thought she heard him spit before the toy pressed inward again.

“Relax,” he urged. She felt pressure as it advanced, taking it slower this time. “This is a medium-sized plug, only slightly bigger than the one you took at the club. I want you to get used to it filling and stretching your ass. When you are, we’ll go bigger until you’re ready to take my cock. Until then, I want you to imagine how good it will feel when it’s me inside you.”

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