The raw devotion in his voice stunned me. Even on the edge, he held back for me.
"Such control," I murmured, impressed despite myself. I increased the vibration intensity slightly, testing him. His eyes widened, lips parting on a silent cry as the stronger sensation coursed through him. Yet he fought it, muscles straining against the pleasure.
"Your restraint deserves a reward," I told him, easing the pressure just enough to help him hold back. "And you'll have me inside you soon."
I slicked my fingers with more lube, then pressed one alongside the vibrator, stretching him further. The vibrationstraveled through my finger, sending a strange tingling sensation up my arm.
"More," he demanded.
I added a second finger, then a third alongside the toy. The stretch was significant now, his entrance red and glistening around the multiple intrusions. I couldn't tear my eyes away.
When I was satisfied he was ready, I withdrew my fingers but left the toy inside him, still vibrating. His eyes widened as he realized my intention.
"Both?" he whispered, his voice catching. "I don't know if I can take both."
"Trust me. I've got you."
He nodded, drawing a shaky breath as I aligned myself against him. The head of my cock pressed against his already filled entrance.
Then his eyes found mine, dark and trusting and determined despite his fear, and something broke open inside me. This man, who controlled billion-dollar empires, who had faced down warlords and corporate assassins without flinching, now lay vulnerable beneath me, offering himself completely.
I pushed forward, the tight ring of muscle resisting at first. His body clenched around the vibrator, fighting the additional intrusion.
"Breathe," I murmured, stroking his thigh. "Let me in."
He inhaled deeply, consciously relaxing, and suddenly I was breaching him. The head of my cock slipped past that first tight barrier. The vibrator buzzed against my shaft, stealing my breath, blanking my mind, narrowing my universe to a single point of contact.
"Holy fuck," I gasped. Nothing had prepared me for this. The tight, slick heat of him gripping me while mechanical vibrations pulsed along my shaft. My vision blurred at the edges as I fought for control.
Maxime's mouth opened in a silent cry, his back arched in a perfect curve. I froze, buried just past the entrance, giving him time to adjust.
"Look at me," I commanded softly. "Stay with me."
His eyes fluttered open, finding mine. Something passed between us, more than lust or possession, something like understanding and connection. I was asking something monumental of his body, and he was giving it freely, without reservation.
"More." His hands found my forearms, gripping hard enough to leave marks. "Don't stop now."
I pressed deeper, inch by exquisite inch, my consciousness narrowing to the point where our bodies joined. The vibrator hummed against my cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine with each tiny movement. His body stretched around both intrusions, accommodating me and the toy. The sight alone nearly sent me over the edge.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I sank fully into him. We both stilled, overwhelmed by sensation, by the sheer intensity of being joined this way.
I had claimed many lovers over the years, had taken my pleasure in countless bodies, but this was something entirely different. This wasn't just sex or even possession but transformation, a rewriting of everything that had come before.
"The trust you give me," I murmured, voice rough. "No one has ever surrendered to me like this."
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips parted around shallow breaths. The flush spreading down his neck to his chest made the marks I'd left stand out in stark relief.
"I can feel you everywhere," he gasped. "God, Algerone, you're so deep."
I began to move with careful, shallow thrusts, each movement causing the vibrator to shift against my cock, against hisprostate. His body clenched around both intrusions, creating a pressure so intense it bordered on pain.
A sound escaped me, not a growl or a moan but something more primal, more honest, a sound I'd never made with any lover before. It was the sight of Maxime, composed and controlled Maxime, completely undone beneath me. It was knowing I was the only one who had ever seen him this way, the only one who ever would.
I angled my hips, finding the perfect spot inside him.
"I love how you negotiate deals others call impossible," I confessed, thrusting deeply. "The way you make seasoned executives doubt themselves with just a look." Another thrust, harder. "How you anticipate what I need before I know I need it."
His hands clutched at my shoulders, his body trembling beneath mine. A soft, broken sound escaped him, something between a gasp and a sob.
