The topic is promptly dropped as he decides he’s done with the restraint and jumps out of the bed. Too horny to think straight, I watch as he takes out the Hemsworth plug and the lube from the nightstand. Since I got to pack this time, I took the whole arsenal with us.
He flips me around with ease. Docile, I arch my back and push my ass up, allowing him to proceed with his endeavor.
Soon after, his lube-coated finger dances across the puckered hole. “Do you remember what I told you about tying you up?” he asks.
“Remind me.”
“I told you I’d fuck your cunt until you couldn’t take more of me. And then what?”
“Mmh…” I moan as he pushes a finger into the hole he was teasing. “You said—you said you’d finish in my mouth or my ass.”
The cold and hard metal of the plug replaces the warm softness of his finger, and I push against it as he inserts it all the way into me. “This means I’ll be finishing in your ass, Andrea. Do you want that?”
“Yes…” I have gotten so much better at taking him in my ass that anal has become a somewhat regular occurrence during our slexcapades.
“Do you remember what our safe word is?” I nod, too taken by my lust for him to speak. “Say it for me.”
“Pigasus.”
“That’s right. If it becomes too much, if it gets too intense for you, use it.”
“I won’t,” I boldly reply.
His lips meet my shoulder blade, and I guess his smile. “I’m about to push you further than I ever have, Andrea. So don’t be too sure about that.”
His threat loops in my head as he flips me to my back again. I watch as he gets off the bed with his feline elegance and walks to the drawers to produce a pair of nylon tights. Holding them, he takes a moment to observe me from the foot of the bed, and given the slickness coating the head of his erection, I can tell the sight is very much to his liking.
His hands wrap around my ankles and tug, making my body slide down while my arms stretch above my head, restricting my movements even more. Fuck, he’s going to wreck me.
As he handles my right leg, I bring the left one closer to muffle the growing need between them. But as soon as he grabs that one to tie it as well, I realize what he meant. He doesn’t expect me to use the safe word because he’ll bring too much pleasure. On the contrary, he’ll deny, and edge, and fucking torture me, watching me writhe and beg, helpless.
Once he’s done, he asks me to tug and see if I’m comfortable. When I confirm that I am, his gaze drops to the wet expanse between my legs. With a hand on each knee, he spreads me even further.
“I haven’t even touched you yet. How are you already drenched?”
“You’re one to talk… You want me so much, you’re dripping precum.”
With a self-deprecating smirk, he looks down at his seeping cock. He reaches for it and slides the tip of his index under his length, gathering the clear liquid that seeps out of his slit.
“You see what you do to me, woman, with your perfect little body and clever tongue?” I nod, enraptured by the sensuality of the moment.
With his eyes planted in mine, he leans over the bed, using his free hand to support himself, and brings his precum-coated index between my legs. Boldly, he thrusts it inside me, as deeply as it can reach, and spreads it across my front wall, triggering an electric spark that travels up my core to the tips of my breasts.
“There. Where it belongs,” he murmurs.
His finger slips out of me and goes to his mouth instead. My body arches forward in invitation, begging for more than the mild touch he just granted me. But he ignores it and walks to the nightstand instead.
With unfazed assurance, he pulls Idris and Jensen out of it. Oh, shit… He plans onannihilatingme.
“Can’t get the job done on your own?” I tease, hoping I can rile him up enough to give up on the torture and fuck me already.
“I’m pacing myself, Andrea. This is a marathon, not a sprint.”
Back in his original position, from where he can see all of me, opened and stretched, he throws Idris on the duvet. The low buzz ofJensen being turned on seems to make the surrounding air vibrate with it. Like a lovely threat, a delicious disaster waiting to happen.
Lex guides it between my legs and settles it in an odd manner. At the first touch of the vibrating silicon right on my clit, I shudder with pleasure and dislodge it. It falls to the side, resting against my thigh.
“Don’t move,” Lex orders, cautiously aligning the toy again.
