The intrusion was strange—not painful, but foreign. A pressure I’d never felt before. Ophelia took me deeper. Her tongue worked the underside of my cock, and I groaned as the sensations blurred together.
“Good.” Kiernan added a second finger. “You’re doing so well. Feel how you open for me.”
As he stretched me, my muscles relaxed despite myself. Then he crooked his fingers forward and touched a spot that made my muscles seize.
“There. Right there,” he said with dark satisfaction.
Pleasure exploded in me—sharp and bright and nothing like I’d ever experienced. I throbbed in Ophelia’s mouth, and my hips jerked backward, trying to get more of that pressure, that impossible sensation.
“Fuck—” I gasped. “I can’t—it’s too?—”
“You can. And you will.” He withdrew his fingers, and I nearly sobbed at the loss.
He crossed the room, opened a cabinet, then returned with a different case.
“This is a prostate massager,” he said. “It’s going to stay where it is until I remove it. When you take a breath, you’ll feel it pressing on the spot I just found.”
I jerked, dripping.
“Ophelia. Keep him distracted.”
She took me deep again as Kiernan inserted the toy. The tip was wider than his fingers, and my body resisted, then slowly yielded as he pressed forward.
“Relax. Let it in.”
I seized the bench so hard the leather creaked. The stretch burned, but beneath it was a spark of pleasure, building as the toy pushed deeper. Ophelia sucked mehard. Her tongue swirled around the head, and I focused on that as Kiernan worked the massager into me.
“We’re close.” His voice was gentle now. “The widest part…and…there.”
I closed around the base, and it settled into place, making me cry out. The pressure was constant, inescapable. As he’d warned, the thing moved when I inhaled. I was so close—so fucking close?—
“Don’t.” Kiernan’s command echoed in the haze. “Don’t you dare come until I say.”
I shook as I struggled to obey. Ophelia eased off, pressing soft kisses to my length while I fought for control. The device ground without mercy, and dawning horror crept over me—this sensation wasn’t going to fade.
“Stand up. Both of you.”
Ophelia rose first. I tried to follow, but my knees buckled, and I grabbed the edge of the bench, breathing hard.
I tried to scream, but nothing came out. As much as I wanted the agony to end, I wanted to come more. As soon as he’d allow it.
“Oliver?” Kiernan crossed to me and gripped my jaw, forcing eye contact.
“I can’t—you have to take it out.”
“Use your safeword.”
“No.”
“Then, you’ll leave it in. You’ll do so because I told you to. Because you want to please me. And because by the time I finally let you come tonight, it’s going to be the most intense orgasm of your life.”
I twitched.
“Dinner’s waiting,” he said, positioning himself on my opposite side from Ophelia.
I took one cautious step. Then another. Each one was agony—the toy nudging, pressing, sending waves of sensation impossible to escape. I dug my fingernails into Kiernan’s arm hard enough to leave marks.
By the time we reached the dining room, I was shaking.
