“Good girl.” Brandon moved to my side and put a soft cuff on my wrist.
The anticipation was killing me. I was so turned on; I was sure I’d come the second he touched me again. I raised my eyes and examined the headboard. Brandon’s sleek metal canopy bed was unassuming and blended in perfectly with his modern decor. But upon closer inspection, I could see the added features. Metal rings were strategically placed near the top of each bedpost. The headboard, while looking like any other industrial design, had function as well, with openings throughout where one could easily attach ropes. So, Brandon was definitely not the nice guy everyone thought he was.Hello, naughty side!
He expertly cuffed both of my wrists and attached them to the headboard, being careful not to stretch me too far. I arched my back and shook my ass. “Brandon, I’m gonna need you to do something. Literally anything. You’re killing me here,” I whined. Not my finest moment, but I didn’t care. I was ready to burst.
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so good.Eventually.” The ominous way he said ‘eventually’ had mesecond-guessing my willingness to be restrained. He ran his hands over my ass and down my thighs and back up and over my back. I leaned into every touch, desperate for more. His fingers lightly grazed over my dripping pussy and drug my wetness over my asshole. I clenched automatically. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?” he asked, sounding too casual.
“Yes,” I breathed and pushed further into his touch.
“That’s a pity. Did you like it?” he asked, as I heard the click of what I assumed was a bottle of lube opening.
“Not particularly,” I answered honestly. I’d tried anal a few times, but wasn’t a fan. I’d push through, and as long as I had some clitoral stimulation, I could deal with it.
“I’m not going to fuck your ass tonight, but when I do, it’ll be because you begged me to. And you’ll love every minute of it.” He sounded pretty confident, but I wasn’t convinced. I jumped as cool lube drizzled onto my lower back and down my ass crack.
“I thought you said—” My words died in my mouth as he started to massage around my tight hole.
“I said I wasn’t going tofuck it, but I want to play. Is that okay with you?” he growled. I nodded my head.
“Use your words, Sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly.
Then, one of his thick fingers breached my entrance. I winced, but didn’t pull away. Intrigued, I wondered what he had in store for me.
“So tight, baby,” he said as he slowly pumped his fingerin and out of me. A moan escaped me. “Does that feel good, Sweetheart?”
I purred my approval and pushed my ass back, silently begging for more. Somehow, I was so on edge and needy that even anal was looking good to me at that moment.
Whack. His other hand came down hard on my left ass cheek, causing my muscles to tighten. “Use your words, Lexi.”
“Yes. It feels so good,” I moaned, surprising myself, because it somehow wasn’t a lie.
“Hmmm, perfect. I want to make you feel good.” He added more lube and removed his finger. Then something else teased at my entrance while he reached around me to stroke my clit with his other hand. His touch immediately sent me right back on the edge of an orgasm, but he kept the pressure light and my orgasm out of reach.
“Oh, God, please. Brandon, I need more.” I barely recognized the words I was saying. I was so needy. My center ached and begged to be filled.
Whatever was pressed against my ass inched forward, and my breath hitched, and I clenched my cheeks. “Breathe, baby,” Brandon instructed and added a little more pressure to my clit. “Relax. I’ve got you.”
I released my breath and tried my best to relax, but whatever was going in my ass wasn’t his finger, and the pressure was almost too much. Brandon continued to reassure me. “You’re doing so well. Almost there.” As I was about to tap out, the worst was over and the object pushed past my tight ring of muscle and was seated comfortably-ishinside of me. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Such a good fucking girl, Lexi. You doing okay?” His praise washed over me like a warm blanket, soothing me.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I feel so full.” It was then that I realized Brandon wasn’t touching me, and I turned my head to see what he was up to.
“Eyes on the headboard, Lexi,” he scolded. The buttplug in my ass came to life, jolting me forward.
“What the fuck?” I gasped.
Brandon ran his hand over my hip and down the curve of my ass. “Easy, Baby. Just breathe.”
After the initial shock of the vibration, I settled into the feeling and relaxed. Brandon must have noticed the change in me, because I was rewarded with his deft fingers returning to my clit.Oh, fuck, yes.I moaned my approval. His fingers picked up the pace and then again, when I was on the edge of an orgasm, he withdrew.Fuck!
“Brandon!” I shouted in protest.
“What, Sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come. Please. I’m so close.”
“You’ll come on my cock, and when I tell you to. Understood?”
