She hushes me, her voice velvet and commanding. “Shhh, sweet boy, I know. I’ll be gentle, and I promise you’ll love it. Lie back and rest for a spell.” My lids flutter closed as I float in this haze, and I feel Isabelle leave the bed.
Time slips away in my daze, but the sharp clink of metal and a loud click followed by a buzz pull me back. I turn toward the sound and see Isabelle fastening the last buckle on a harness around her hips. The leather straps and buckles only heighten her goddess-like aura, but now she’s my warrior goddess, fighting for me.
“You are so beautiful, Isabelle.” The words feel small, barely enough to capture her magnificence. My tongue stumbles, my thoughts overwhelmed by how the leather hugs her curves, how it frames the roundness of her ass and the delicate tuck of her waist. Her underwear is gone
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now, the harness covering her pussy, but the rest of her is bare, every inch begging for my worship.
The bedside lamp glows warm, the room filled with the rich scent of coconut, a new fragrance for Isabelle but one that soothes me. She saunters back to the bed, her hips swaying, her heavy breasts bouncing with each step, begging to be sucked and bitten.
“Lay back, my pet,” she purrs, crawling over me. Her breasts press against my chest, her nipples hard, her apple-scented hair trailing over my face, a soft midnight veil shrouding us from the outside world. “Let me show you how good you can feel. Let me take you to a whole new level of pleasure.”
I lie back beneath her, thighs splayed wide like an offering. She straddles my hips, her full breasts swaying above me, as her tongue darts out and she licks her lower lip slowly and deliberately sinks her upper teeth into it, and she squirms and wriggles on my hips.
“Baby, I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll think the world has ended,” she murmurs, her eyes glinting with something feral. This is a side of her I haven’t seen before, her true Domme side, and the realisation that she’s been holding back sends shivers down my spine. I tremble, not from fear, but from the unbearable anticipation of being taken by my queen.
I want it.
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I need it.
And I trust her completely.
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Chapter 45
James
She leans over to the bedside table and takes the lube out of a little vase-like stand, the warm coconut smell getting stronger and overtaking my senses.
She lowers her hand slowly, fingers glistening with slick lube, and drags one long stroke from my sac all the way up to the tip of my cock as it twitches beneath her warm touch. Every sensation is almost too much to bear. Her fingers slide down as she circles my hole, a tight, clenched tension taking over on instinct.
“Look at this pretty little entrance,” she teases. “So shy. But it’s going to open for me, isn’t it, darling? All the way. Wide open for your queen.” Her middle finger presses forward, just the tip at first, barely entering me. I gasp, hips jerking instinctively, but she pins my hips down with her other hand, firm and unyielding.
“Breathe,” she commands, her voice velvet soft. “In and out. Let me in. Push down slightly, baby..”
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On my exhale, I push down, and her finger slides deeper, entering me and stretching me with slow, deliberate pressure. The burn is sharp at first, a searing fullness that makes my cock throb and twitch against my stomach. She holds still, letting my body surrender to her, until I relax.
“That’s it,” she sighs, her eyes burning with desire. “So good. Baby, you’re so tight, but I know you can take it.”
It’s almost too much. The small voice of my upbringing telling me this is wrong and that I shouldn't like this start to sound, but holy shit, it feels so good. I push that voice down and bask in the feeling of fullness that was once so alien to me.
She begins to move, fucking me with one finger in deep, smooth strokes, curling it just enough to graze my prostate, and each pass sends sparks up my spine, hips jerking with every shock. My nipples ache, hard and begging for attention. She removes her finger, leaving me hollow, clenching around nothing.
She pours more lube onto her fingers and smiles at me, and my heart melts. She may be in charge, but her eyes are filled with love and care. She presses in, two fingers now, double the stretch, double the fire. She slicks them again and presses in sideways, scissoring me open with gentle but firm motions. I whimper as my tight ring yields to her, widening under her touch. She twists, rotating her
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wrist, working me deeper. I feel every knuckle, every ridge of skin, every slick glide as she opens me wider, and I've never felt so vulnerable and so raw, both physically and emotionally.
“Look,” she says, glancing down. “Your hole is gaping open now, baby. So pink, so wet. Look how it flutters around my fingers.”
Oh God… Her words add a whole new dimension to this, her dirty talk as well as her fingers getting me so close to the edge already. But she’s right; it is gaping for her. My ass is open, stretched, pulsing around her invading fingers, and I love it. It feels as good as she promised it would. She adds a third finger, pressing in slowly, relentlessly. I cry out as my body burns and gives in all at once. The stretch is immense, excruciatingly good. She moves her fingers in a slow ‘come hither’ motion, stroking my inner walls, coaxing them to loosen, to accept. She spreads her fingers slightly inside me, widening me.
