“I don’t know who you think you’re fooling, but it’s clear to see the guy has it hard for you!” We look over at him briefly at the table to see him laughing. “I’ve never seen him this happy. The way he looks at you… He worships you like you’re his own personal goddess.”
I laugh and grab the tray of drinks the bartender places in front of us. We make our way back to the table, James' bright smile greeting me as I sit down. If he has it bad for me, the feeling is mutual.
We leave the pub and make our way back to James’ place; his house is only a few streets away. I’ve brought an overnight bag with a few extra surprises tucked inside. James opens the front door and points up the stairs.
“You go get showered and changed. I’ll cook dinner. I’ve stocked up on groceries for the weekend.”
I kiss him and run upstairs, eager to get the toys out for later.
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We eat dinner, a beautiful chicken in creamy sauce with vegetables. He seems so relaxed at home, and his house is beautiful. All muted colours and comfy sofas, but there are no personal touches. No photos, no items around the house that speak of his personality.
We clear the dishes away, and as he stacks the dishwasher with his back turned, I slip my dress and bra off, leaning against his table in nothing but my special surprise for him. Tonight, he gets to try something he’s never had before.
“What do you want—” He turns to me and stops, a look of surprise on his face. “Oh…” His thoughts trail off, and a huge grin spreads across his face. “Well, dessert is sorted.”
“Oh, honey, you have no idea.” I turn slowly and bend over the table, laying my body flat against the cool wood, revealing the sparkling purple gem in the centre of my butt plug. I love anal, and this is something he’s wanted to try, so I’m excited about it. I’ve been getting increasingly worked up as our meal went on, anticipating this. The feel of the metal plug stretching me open, the pressure moving as I shifted in my seat, building up the pleasure along with the thoughts of what I plan to do to him, and I was a soaking wet mess ready to be devoured.
“Oh, holy fuck, Iz. That’s a beautiful sight.”
He strides over to me, his hands landing on my full cheeks and spreading them further apart, the warmth
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from his body heating me further. His fingers grip my ass cheeks tighter as he starts to knead them. He moves to the plug and begins to stroke around the base, causing it to shift inside me. I groan in pleasure as his breathing shudders.
He strokes his hand up my spine as his body curls over mine, his breath now on my neck. The heat from his chest warms my back, and his hard cock brushes against my plug as he grinds into me.
“Please tell me I get to fuck your ass tonight, Isabelle. Please,” he begs, his voice low and breathy. One hand comes around to cup my breast as the other supports him. His hips continue to grind into me, the pleasure becoming too much to take. I need more.
“James, upstairs. Now,” I moan, my own breathing coming faster.
“Anything you say,” he laughs, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs, his cock visibly straining against his trousers.
As we enter his bedroom, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. A deep, long, passionate kiss that leaves me reeling. My hands run up his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my fingertips.
"Tonight, James, it’s all about ass play. For both of us. Let’s see where your boundaries lie. But remember, only
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well-behaved, dirty little slutboys get to fuck my ass, do you understand?"
I stand, looking up into his eyes, now almost black with desire as I trail my finger over his lips. He nods and kisses my fingertip.
"On your knees, like a good little whore," I croon at him, his mouth falling slightly open, as he slowly sinks to his knees, our eyes never leaving each other’s.
My hand trails over his cheek and up into his hair, gripping a handful and pulling his head back hard. He gasps, and a small smile creeps onto his face.
"Now, remember, when your Goddess gives you pleasure, what do you do?" I ask, my teeth gritted, but my voice is still soft.
"Say ‘thank you’… Thank you, Isabelle," he murmurs, his breathing more erratic, his whole demeanour changing.
Oh shit, he’s good at this. He’s loving this. He has no idea how much his own body clearly craves it. His cheeks flush, his eyes take on that soft, slightly unfocused look, his shoulders relax down, and his neck stops resisting. He has submitted.
It’s fucking glorious. This big, strong man, in control all day, has just let go, given himself over to me.
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