At the contact, Olivia startled slightly, but then the sensation seemed to hit her.
“What is that?” she said, her breath coming in pants, her voice high.
“Something to make you feel good,” he said, and, gently, he fucked her with the phallus, moving it in and out. She moaned as he did so.
“How does it do that? Why does it feel so good?”
“It is made to do this to you. The makers designed it to give just this pleasure.”
The phallus was curved so that, when inserted, it directly hit the internal spot of pleasure within her core. Unlike most cocks, which only grazed this area, this jade phallus was made to stimulate it.
He continued to pleasure her with it, loving the sounds that she made. He could feel more seed spilling into his smalls and he knew that, soon, he would be totally without reason. Perhaps it was that knowledge that pushed him over the edge and made him bold.
“Olivia, I love seeing you like this.”
“I don’t know how you make me feel so good. It’s so—ah,” she gasped at another stroke from the jade, “so full and yet the pleasure just lasts. I want to come so badly and yet I—my god, Augustus—I don’t.”
“I’ll let you come…when the pleasure is unbearable.”
She nodded and gasped again and he loved how she had completely submitted to him. Gone was any protest. She trusted him with her pleasure—that he would make her feel ecstasy.
“I would do anything for you, Olivia,” he said, knowing she was close now, and so dipping down to suck on her clit once more. He angled the phallus to the point that seemed to make her writhe the most and fucked her with it. At the same time, he pressed his mouth to her core, licking and sucking her clit until he could feel the little bud swell in his mouth. He knew she was more than on the edge. He had teased her into a kind of oblivion. And it delighted him. He wouldn’t have been able to stop for anything. Not now.
She cried out and he kept speaking to her between sucks, each one sending her closer to the edge. He felt himself getting there, too, and it was perhaps his own distraction that made him so reckless. At some point, his considered stream of teasing words became something altogether more dangerous: the truth.
“I want you, so badly. You can’t know how much. I’d do anything for you. Give you anything you want,” he moaned into her core. “Just never leave me again, Olivia,”
“I—never left you,” she said, sounding nearly incoherent yourself. “Oh, Augustus—ah—”
He kept pleasuring her with the phallus and his mouth, even as the words sent a prickly dissonance through his brain.
“You did,” he said, “But not again.”
“No,” she protested, writhing against him, “I didn’t leave. You sent me away.”
When she said these words, several things happened at once. She came, loudly and rapturously, and he followed, unable to stop the physical reaction that had been mounting in him since he had first seen her from across the ballroom. He had wanted to come so badly, and for so long, that he felt the orgasm in the base of his spine. It shook his whole body. She convulsed under him, too, her pleasure tangling and twisting his name on her lips.
Ecstasy as he had never known it before collided with the words that she had just spoken. A strange, terrified feeling rushed through his body.
He had the eerie sensation that he had not quite known the truth of his existence before this moment. That something crucial had escaped his notice and he was now only realizing it.
“Olivia,” he panted, once he was able, “what in the hell do you mean?”
Chapter Seventeen
Olivia—
How can I ever thank you for yesterday evening? I am still in disbelief that you would spend time with a wastrel like myself.
You are welcome in my rooms whenever you desire. If you do not come tonight, for instance, I am sure that I will wake hard and aching for you.
Of course, my agitated state is not your problem to solve. Nevertheless, I hope you are not scandalized by my saying so—but I have found myself unable to think of anything but you all morning.
Augustus
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Augustus—
