Page 40 of Seven Nights

I square my shoulders, lift my head and lower it back onto the pillow with just one side of my face pressed to it, the other side exposed for his perusal.

Griffin takes a soft poke at my shoulder and chuckles.

“I’m going to fuck that stubborn streak into submission.”

My shoulder twitches then returns to its rigid state.

When the evidence of my earlier climaxes is erased, he brings the satchel onto the bed and opens it out of view.

“Now…” he teases, digging inside. “What do I start with?”

Something big and made of a heavy latex or rubber pushes at my spine. He brings it into view. I choke on air. The plug’s circumference almost eclipses Griffin’s cock. More alarming, it has a tube and some kind of pump to make it grow bigger once inside of me.

He gives me a light slap on my butt cheek and chuckles again.

“Okay, something smaller.”

The second object makes me bite on my lip with uncertain anticipation. Unlike the malleable giant, this one is a stainless steel, egg-shaped sphere perched atop a thin rod that ends with a broad, flat base.

Pinching one of my labia aside, Griffin runs the cold metal against my clit, provoking a gasp.

“So many choices,” he torments, easing the egg away from my flesh.

He seems to have decided, but I don’t know what has captured his attention. I listen, body shaking with each breath, as I hear him squirt some gel.

Leaning across my shoulder, he whispers a question.

“Is this new, Kate?”

“Yes,” I scratch out.

“But you don’t know what I’m putting in you.”

“It’s new,” I assure him in a ragged voice.

That earns another damn chuckle.

“Well, then, let’s see if I can really blow your mind.”

The arrogant fool doesn’t know—my mind has been blown since the limo ride. Why else would I be here?

It is not latex or metal that penetrates me but his fingers, coated with lubricant warmed by his body heat. It takes time, my muscles won’t relax. But one finger eventually slides in and spreads the gel around. There is another squirt, another finger. The two slide around inside me gentle as can be except for the raw novelty of what is being done to that part of my body.

He strokes in and out, rotating, curling, a little more lube, a spread to his already thick fingers so that I am stretched wider. My hips begin to grind as the fullness takes over my senses.

And then he retreats from my body. Reaching into the satchel, he pulls out another soft black plug, more narrow than his fingers at the tip, but broader at the base. He slowly fucks it into my ass. His thumb tugs and rubs at my clit until I forget about the alien presence invading me. And then his hands stop moving and I realize he has worked the toy all the way inside my bottom.

As Griffin remains motionless, I dare to lift my head high enough to peek over my shoulder. His gaze is locked on my pussy and ass. His teeth ruthlessly work his bottom lip. But then he blinks and the spell lifts from him. Rising from the bed, he goes into the bathroom. He runs the water and returns with dry, clean hands. The satchel disappears beneath the bed.

Careful of my leg, he moves me half onto my back and drapes part of his body over or against me. His left leg is between my thighs. The muscled chest flattens my breasts as he kisses me. His hand between us, his fingers move in and along my pussy with the same pattern his tongue plays along and inside my mouth.

His fingers stay in place but his mouth drifts down. He latches onto one breast’s straining tip, his lips and teeth stretching the sensitive tissue. Abandoning my cunt, he begins to play with the plug inside me, shifting it as he laves a soothing tongue against the swollen nipple.

“I'm going to clamp these little cherries,” he says, sucking the tip of the other breast into his mouth. He leaves the plug to thrust three thick fingers into my pussy. “Gold and platinum clamps encrusted with jewels not even half as beautiful as my little pet.”

Griffin has made no prohibitions against my touching him this time. So I take a chance and run my fingers through his hair, knotting them so they are pulled with him as his mouth drifts lower down my body.

He tongues my navel, his attention returning to the plug, fucking it in and out of me as I arch and moan, my breathing as wet and gasping as my cunt.

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