“All of them.”
“Then no.”
“I told them all no pain,” Darren says, pulling me into the room. I follow him to the bed, where he pulls my shirt over my head and folds it before setting it on the edge of the mattress.
“Thank you.”
He works open my pants and has to pull the denim away from my body to navigate them around my erection, but he quickly gets me naked. The plug is still in me, and he closes the space between us, reaching behind me to twist and tug on it.
I shudder and rest my head on his shoulder, trying to relax. He’s about to give me my biggest fantasy. I’ve wanted this for years. As long as I’ve aware of my sexuality, I’ve wanted to be used this way. Nothing gets me harder than thinking about what it would be like to be a piece of meat, passed around for strangers to fuck and degrade.
Honestly, I don’t think of it as being degrading, though. Yeah, it’s a sex thing, but there’s power in it, and it makes me so hard I hurt. Hopefully they’ll talk about what they’re doing while they do it. The words make it worse, but also so much better.
I’ve never had partners who feel comfortable being that verbal or careless with me. Darren doesn’t even say some of the things I’d let him say if he wanted to. But he says more than anyone else, and it’s enough to get me hard, so I’m not complaining.
And now he’s doing this for me.
With me.
He pulls the plug out with a wet squish and my inner muscles clench and gape, searching for something to fill me.
“Double penetration?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Fisting?”
“Maybe.” I swallow, and my cock leaks.
“Do you want to be restrained? Blindfolded?”
My lashes flutter. “Restrained, maybe.”
My cock can’t take much more of this negotiation. It’s getting realer by the word and my dreams are so close to coming true I can taste it. Or rather, I’ll be tasting it really soon.
“What about verbal? Do you want them to talk to you?”
I give him a jerky nod. Can he read my mind?
“Crudely?” He raises an eyebrow, and I nod again.
“Alright.” Darren reaches to me and slides his hands up my sides. I go pliant under his touch. “Do you want me to talk to you that way? When it’s just us?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
“Always?”
“No. Maybe. No.” I shake my head. “Sometimes I like it.”
“Okay.” Darren kisses me, a chaste drag of his lips over mine and my body leans forward, searching for him.
“Are you going to…you know?” I ask, darting my tongue out and licking at his mouth.
“Do you want me to?”
“I always want you to.”
I laugh and the sound bubbles out of me, completely foreign to my ears. It’s hard to make sense of the way I’m feeling—excited but scared, nervous and calm all at once. For some reason I’m on the cusp of pouring my heart out to Darren, but that’s not the relationship we have.
