Page 41 of Seven Nights

“This,” he says, his mouth securing my clit at last, his teeth gently pulling at the fragile dangle of the hood as the plug is stroked over and over inside my ass.

“You’ll wear my ring here, pet. I'll tease you with ice to numb it, then cover you in rubies and pearls and my cum before I pierce it.”

His words, his tongue, the plug—all three herd me toward the cliff of my climax and fling me down, my hips lifting as my mind plummets into release.

“Griffin…Griffin, please…” I want him inside me, want to offer him the same release.

His hand surfs up my body. His fingers pry my lips open, drag my head to the side and silence me as I ride the last of my climax against his mouth.

He lets me rest like that a few minutes, his tongue delivering gentle licks, and then he rolls me onto my other side, my injured leg elevated along a row of pillows. Leaving the plug inside me, he presses his chest against my back. His rock hard erection pushes against the plug’s base as he holds me and I fall fast asleep.

* * *

What a way to wake up.

The thought plays at the periphery of my consciousness as I hear the quiet trill of Griffin’s iPad. Still nestled against my body, he stirs and stretches. A kiss graces my shoulder and then he slides out of bed and disables the alarm.

He brings the lights up to the same golden glow he has used when he doesn’t blindfold me. I wonder why this level of light? Is it for him or me? I don’t think it is for me. He has already fucked me naked in the bright light of his office with a window next to us. The low light isn’t to reduce my inhibitions.

The question drops away as Griffin returns to the bed. He forces me to stay on my side as he kisses along my throat, his hand simultaneously teasing the plug. His touch breezes along my perineum and then fingers plunge into my pussy.

“So wet, so early, baby,” he quietly laughs.

I squirm in anticipation. I can feel him against my backside and I have already seen the hard jut of his erection beneath the pajama pants. I don’t want him to drive me to another orgasm without him taking his own release inside me.

“A quiet pet,” he says and kisses my jawline. “I like that. I want to hear your moans and screams this morning, love. Nothing else.”

He reaches toward the nightstand. My heart burrows tight against my spine. I don’t want the gag back in. I want my mouth free to kiss and tease him into taking me.

No gag, just the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. I can breathe again. Breathe and squirm because his fingers are re-testing my readiness. Finding me still wet, he presses his big body against my back until I am positioned two-thirds on my stomach, just my right leg out and atop a thick pillow to protect it.

I rotate the ankle. There is some stiffness, but no pain. Protecting it isn’t necessary. I clear my throat to let him know, but he hushes me.

One fierce thrust buries Griffin balls deep within my pussy. The way we are positioned, the way he is entering me, his hard lower abdominals press against the plug’s base so that it moves when he moves.

I look at him over my shoulder, only his beautiful upper body visible above the rise of my ass. His weight bears down on one arm, his form contorting to give him maximum leverage when he drives, dips and thrusts into my needy cunt.

His free hand palms my right breast, squeezing hard as he begins to hammer into me. Pounding, slamming—there is nothing gentle in his movements. Not until soft, uncontrollable groans spill past my lips, my juices flowing thick and fast as I approach my climax. This is when everything becomes achingly slow. The swivel of his hips, the long slide of his cock through my pussy, the way he draws the nipple taut, pinching, pinching, pinching.

I cry out then scurry right back to knocking at the gate, the muscles inside me knotting and rolling around his cock so that he takes me fast all over again, his hand abandoning my breast to pull and pinch and rub at my clit.

“Hold me, love.”

I already am—couldn’t stop if I tried. My cunt grips, squeezes, milks him as I cry out again, hoarse and straining. His teeth find the back of my shoulder. The love bite intensifies as his cock begins to twitch and dance inside me. Together, we ride a wave of release. I fill his palm with my cream, the sounds leaving my throat reduced to mindless moans and mewling whimpers.

Breathless, he slides off the bed, dragging me to the edge of the mattress. Getting on his knees, he gingerly works the plug from my tight, clenching ass. Each inch of retreat makes me twitch and jerk with another jolt of ecstasy.

Feeling the last if it escape, I sigh.

Then gasp at the sensation of his thumb pushing into the same spot.

Fingers from the same hand invade my pussy.

I jerk and cry out with a sudden climax. Griffin tenders no retreat. Fingers, thumb, and tongue play me. Flicking, fucking, licking. My mind begins to float, my body a strange anchor through which I seem to look down on the two of us as he slowly releases his hold on me and goes into the bathroom.

Minutes pass and I am still drifting, my eyes lensing. The room is there and then it isn’t. I am there, and then I am everywhere. I am in the limo, I am standing outside the beautiful garden surrounded by an ugly city, I am in the office on the cold marble table, I am in the—

“Are you back, pet?” Griffin asks, dressed in his pajama bottoms once more and caressing a lock of hair from my face.

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