And I am. I’ve never felt so present.
“Do you feel empty, darling?” Caleb asks, leaning over me, his body hot like a furnace.
All I can do is nod with a pathetic little mewl.
“Use your words, Basia,” he instructs.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, my words coming out slurred.
I hear him open my nightstand and focus enough to form a couple of sentences.
“You don’t need a condom. I’m protected.”
Caleb freezes, his deep breaths the only sound for a few beats. Then he brings something into my line of sight—my rabbit vibrator.
“I’m not done playing with you yet, baby,” he purrs. “Now, be a good girl and open your mouth. Get this toy nice and wet so I can make you come while I spank you.”
I open my mouth without hesitation and extend my tongue. Caleb groans above me, his hard cock damp against my overheated ass. I make sure to coat every inch of the vibrator with my saliva, panting when he takes it away, his weight disappearing again.
Clenching my fists, I test the restraints again—not because I want to break free, but to remind myself that I’m helpless, completely at his mercy.
I can feel my juices coating my inner thighs as the toy starts buzzing behind me, the outside section making pulsing sounds as it mimics the sensations of oral sex.
“Please,” I moan, pushing my ass back and offering it to Caleb.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, dragging the toy over my slit.
“Uh-huh,” I manage, nodding into my pillow.
Caleb’s fingers twine into my hair, and he pulls my head back by the trapped locks.
“Address me properly, Basia,” he warns, sounding as stern as he normally is only about my safety outside.
“Yes! Yes, Sir,” I gasp, not wanting to disappoint him. Not when I’m finally getting what I’ve secretly yearned for most of my adult life.
“That’s a good girl,” he replies lowly, pushing the toy in at last. I’ve felt so empty ever since he pulled out earlier—once I couldn’t pretend I’m sleeping anymore. As the vibrations buzz against my G-spot, and the oral attachment settles against my clit, all I can do is gasp for air.
Fuck, I’m coming already.
“Caleb!” I shout, my hips humping back against the toy in his hand, looking for more. But nothing’s going to be enough until I finally have him as deep as he can go.
Caleb’s hand lands against my ass as I’m still in the throes of pleasure, and my back arches as best it can in this position.
“Who said you could come, Basia?” Caleb asks with a ferocious rumble. His palm lands on the other ass cheek, sending another wave of bliss through my body. “I control your orgasms. You ask me for permission. Do. You. Understand?”
He punctuates each word with a slap, alternating buttocks. Meanwhile, the vibrations inside me become too much for my sensitive nerves, and I fight to squirm away.
“Oh no,” he breathes. “You don’t get a reprieve. Bad girls get punished. This toy’s staying in there until you’re begging me for mercy.”
“Please, Caleb,” I say quickly. “It’s too much.”
I feel his chuckle in the marrow of my bones. “I don’t think you really mean it, baby.”
Instead of giving me a break, Caleb ramps up the vibrator’s settings, sending sparks of pleasure sharp as a knife’s edge radiating out from my core.
“Oh, god,” I cry, then bite down on the pillow.
“God can’t help you, darling,” Caleb purrs. “I own your body. I own your soul. I own your pleasure.” He slaps my ass harder than before, making white lights dance behind my tightly shut eyelids. “And I have less mercy than he does.”
