“You lost consciousness.”
I just received the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s scary as fuck but exhilarating.
“There’s more.”
A naked Art leaves the bed, pulling me with him. He leads me to the contraption hanging from the ceiling.
“What is this?”
“It’s your ride for tonight.”
He handcuffs my wrists taut above my head, then guides my thighs into the sling, leaving me suspended off the floor in a sitting position. My legs are spread wide to the point of being painful, stretching muscles I haven’t used in a long time. Art steps away for a few minutes but returns with lubricant and an oval-shaped object.
“I bought this anal plug especially for you.”
I tense when he rubs the gel between my cheeks.
“Remember, it’s better if you relax.”
I whimper as he pushes the anal plug into my ass until I’m completely impaled.
“I have another surprise for you.”
Art steps away again, this time returning with a vibrator. He clicks it on then moves it over my clit in circular motions. I moan, surging against the handcuffs.
“Come for me.”
My orgasm hits like a wrecking ball, transporting me to a world of ecstasy and carnal perfection.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper.
“The same thing you’re doing to me, driving you in-fucking-sane.”
Art glides his dick through my drenched slit before entering my pulsating depths.
“Fuck,” he growls.
Both of my holes are filled to the brim. And with the vibrator still on my clit, I’m losing touch with reality. His thick length plunges in and out, pounding into my pussy. I reach orgasmic bliss, squirting again as tears roll down my cheeks. He’s going to fucking destroy me. Who am I kidding? He already has. I had no idea sex could be like this. There’s no way he’s human—more like a supernatural creature wielding dangerous powers.
“Shit,” he groans, giving one more bone-jarring thrust.
Art falls to his knees, resting his cheek against my thigh for a few minutes before standing.
He pulls the anal plug from my ass then helps me down and carries me to the bed. I close my eyes, rolling to the side as soon as I’m placed on the mattress. I’m exhausted. Sex with Art drains all my strength. He holds me close as I drift off to sleep.
I wake up to Art’s warm lips trailing kisses down my back.
“Mmmmm.” I roll over.
“Finally, I have your attention.” He kisses my lips.
“What time is it?”
“A little after nine.”
“I have to get home,” I mumble.
“Have you eaten dinner?”
