“We don’t have to.”He set it on the nightstand, within reach but not in his hand.Giving me the choice.“But I want to.I want to fill you everywhere.Every hole.Every part of you that’s never been claimed.”His breath was hot against my ear.“I want you to feel me in places no one else has ever touched, so you know down to your bones that you’re mine.All of you.Inside and out.”
My mouth was dry.My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my clamped nipples, between my thighs where I was embarrassingly wet.
“Will it hurt?”
“A little.At first.”He moved behind me, and I felt his warmth along my spine.His lips brushed my shoulder.“I’ll go slow.I’ll stop the moment you ask.But I think…” His breath was hot against my ear.“I think you’ll like it.”
I didn’t know if I would.I didn’t know anything anymore.But I trusted him.Against all reason, against everything I knew about him, I trusted him to take care of me.
“Okay.”My voice was barely audible.“Okay.”
He didn’t reach for the plug.Instead, he dropped to his knees behind me.
“What are you?—”
His hands spread me open, and then his mouth was on me.Not where I expected.Lower.Behind.
I jerked against the restraints, shock and something else flooding through me.“Oh god.You can’t?—”
“I can.”His breath was hot against my most private place.“I’m going to get you ready.Make it easier.Make it good.”
His tongue traced a slow circle, and I stopped breathing.People didn’t do this.I didn’t even know this was something people did.But the sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt.Wet and hot and so shockingly intimate that my face burned even as my body arched back toward him.
“That’s it.”His voice was a low rumble against my skin.“Let me.”
He licked into me, and I made a sound I’d never made before.High and desperate and completely beyond my control.With each push of his tongue against my sphincter, he tugged at the clamps, pulling at my nipples as I writhed.The collar pressed against my throat.And his tongue was doing things I couldn’t process, couldn’t categorize, couldn’t do anything but feel.
By the time he pulled back, I was shaking.Trembling from head to foot, my thighs slick, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Good girl.”He pressed a kiss to the base of my spine.“Now you’re ready.”
I heard him open something.A bottle.Then his finger, slick and cool with lube, traced where his mouth had been.I flinched at the temperature change, but my body was softer now.Open in ways it hadn’t been before.
“Breathe.”His finger pressed gently, not entering, just circling.Getting me used to the sensation.“I’ve got you.”
His finger slid in.Just the tip at first.I gasped at the intrusion, strange and overwhelming.Foreign.But not painful.Not with what he’d done to prepare me.
“That’s it.”He worked deeper, slow and patient.“You’re doing so well.Taking me so perfectly.”
He added more lube.Worked me open with gentle, relentless patience.By the time he withdrew his finger, I was aching for something more.Something I never would have imagined wanting.
The plug pressed against me, slick and cool.Bigger than his finger, but my body knew what to do now.I pushed back against him, and he groaned.
“Fuck.Look at you.So eager.”
The pressure built as he eased it in.Strange and overwhelming.My body resisted, then yielded.And then it was seated, stretching me in ways I’d never imagined, filling me in places I’d never known could be filled.
“Oh god.”I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad or both at once.It was just… much.So much.I felt impossibly full, impossibly exposed, impossibly his.
“You’re doing so well.”He kissed my shoulder, my neck, the shell of my ear.“So perfect.My perfect girl.Taking everything I give you.”His voice roughened.“You were made for this.Made for me.No one else could have you like this.No one else ever will.”
The praise made warmth bloom in my chest.Pride.Surrender.A warmth that had nothing to do with the physical sensations and everything to do with the way he held me like I was precious even as he used me like I was his.
He moved in front of me again, and I saw that he’d stripped off his remaining clothes.Tattoos covered his arms and climbed over his shoulders, dark ink I’d never noticed before, but my gaze didn’t linger there.His cock was hard, curving up toward his stomach, thick and flushed dark with need.My mouth watered despite everything.
“I want to try something.”His hand cupped my breast, lifting it slightly.“Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”
I nodded.
