My vision blurred as I arched off the table. My body jerked as I came. I was a whimpering mess, and I wasn’t ashamed as I begged him. He ignored my pleas and spanked my clit.
“Why? I listened. I kept my knees on the table,” I groaned. Then he kissed my clit before straightening up and picking me up bridal style.
“Dane,” I whimpered.
I need that dick.
“I’ve got something to put in you upstairs,” he promised.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my body trembled against his as he took me upstairs. When I looked up, he smiled and something in my chest loosened. As we walked into his room—ourroom, my inner Omega whispered—I squealed as he threwme onto the bed. Before I could yell at him, he turned away and headed in the opposite direction.
“No, go back,” I whined.
“You’re fucking adorable,” he sighed.
“You’re going the wrong way. I’m over here,” I pouted as he walked into the bathroom. When he returned, he held something I couldn’t recognize.
“What’s this?” I asked, still in my sex-induced mindset.
“I told you I had something to put in you,” he teased.
Ghost
The object in his hand caught the glow from the light spilling from the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was a long, heavy wand made of clear, hand-blown glass. It looked like it belonged in a glass museum, or on a doctor’s surgical tray. It was thick, slightly curved, and condensation slicked the surface.
My pussy was still throbbing, still wet and ready. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me toward him until I was at the edge of the bed. My breath hitched as he ran the glass up my thigh. The cold bit into me. He’d run it under ice-cold water. It was a shock, a sharp bite against my warm skin.
“You’re so warm, Vera,” Dane murmured, his voice a low vibration as he sat on the edge of the mattress. He didn’t wait. “Let’s see how you handle the cold.”
He pressed the tip of the wand right against my clit.
I whined, my hips jerking off the bed. “Dane.”
“I know, Babygirl. You want to be filled, don’t you?” He used his thumb to spread me, his eyes dark and focused as he teased my opening. “Fuck it.”
My eyes darted to his. My hips rose to meet him, the head of the wand sliding in, the freezing temperature making my walls squeeze. I ground my hips, taking more.
A vibration cut through the air. Dane stiffened. He didn’t pull the wand away. The chirp came again. He cursed under his breath, a low, guttural sound of pure frustration. His gazeflickered from my exposed, trembling body to the device on the table. For a second, I thought he might ignore it. Iwantedhim to ignore it.
He held the wand where it was and in a slow, agonizing slide, he reached over and grabbed the phone. Without a word, his thumb hit the screen and he lifted it to his ear.
“What?” his voice was stripped of the warmth it held when he talked to me. His eyes dropped to the wand as he moved it in and out of me. I bucked, my back arched.Keep moving, he mouthed.
My legs quaked as I obeyed. I ground against the glass, taking it deeper. The muffled, frantic voice on the other end of the line was a sharp contrast to the silence of the room. Dane’s thumb brushed the side of the wand as he moved it, his rhythm steady and unbothered by the person on the phone.
I stared at him through hooded eyes. The cold hardness hit that spot, and a violent shudder wracked me. I was reaching for the edge, my breath coming in short, needy hitches. Daddy’s eyes tracked every tremor, every desperate roll of my hips.
“So good—” I gasped.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough as he angled the wand. Slick coated it before he thrust it deeper. There was muffled, ‘What?’ on the other end of the receiver. The cold glass hit that devastating spot and I shattered, my walls clamping down so hard I thought I’d crack it. He worked me through it, unrelenting, until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess.
“It’s under control,” he growled into the phone, but his eyes never left mine—watching me fall apart. He hit the screen to end the call and tossed the device on the pillows.
“Dane,” I rasped, my body humming.
“You did so well for me, Babygirl.” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.
“Am I interrupting?” A voice called from the doorway.
