Through the mirror, I caught a glimpse of his face, his lips curled into a wicked grin. He dragged the object slowly down my back, letting the chill raise goosebumps across my skin, before bringing it close to my ass. “A little gift for you.”
“Your gifts scare me,” I said quietly, memories of three burning men flashing behind my eyes.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the side of my neck as his fingers resumed their slow, maddening strokes over my sex. My eyes fluttered shut as a moan spilled from my lips.
“You’re going to love this one,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.
“I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.”
“Don’t worry. It’s the smallest size. I’m not going to fuck you there, not yet. This will add to your pleasure.” Then, after a beat: “Pain and pleasure always go hand in hand, remember?”
He placed a firm hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me forward. My cheek rested against the cushion while he gripped my ass and lifted it. He reached over the edge of the couch, grabbed a bottle of lube, and coated the plug slowly before returning to me.
One hand kept working my pussy, skillfully teasing and circling, while the other guided the plug to the entrance of my ass.
He didn’t push it in right away. He held it there, letting the cool metal rest against me as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm between my legs. That expert touch eased the tension building inside me, melting away the edge of fear.
Sensing my body begin to relax, he pressed in a little more, making me shiver. “Relax, Emily. Breathe,” he murmured.
I glanced at our reflection in the mirror. This rough, ruthless man was handling me like I was made of porcelain. And God help me… it only turned me on more. The sight of his body, so powerful, so in control, hovering over mine, those hands knowing exactly what they were doing… it drove me insane.
Instinctively, I lifted my ass a little higher. That was all the invitation he needed. The plug slid inside with a smooth, steady push. I moaned, the sound caught between pain and pleasure.
Carlo shifted, positioning me on my knees, facing the mirror, then slid in behind me and pulled me against him. One hand wrapped around my stomach. The other slipped a finger inside my pussy, making me cry out.
“You’re so wet, Emily,” he whispered into my ear. “You want me as much as I want you, don’t you?”
There was no use pretending. “Yes… I want you. I want you so much.”
I leaned back, resting my head in the hollow of his neck, feeling his cock pressing at my entrance. In the mirror, I saw the full picture, him, poised and ready, and me, already coming undone.
He didn’t move, made me say it. “Fill me, please.”
Before the word had even left my lips, he slammed into me. The force of it made the plug shift, amplifying the fullness. I gasped, my mouth falling open as my body reacted, overwhelmed, stretched, completely consumed.
His breath was hot and ragged near my ear. “I can feel the plug in your ass… fuck, this is amazing, Emily. You’re amazing.” His voice was raw. “Your pussy is driving me insane. Let me fuck you the way I want. Will you let me?”
“Oh God, yes!”
The circle of his hand around my neck pulled tighter as he started thrusting into me even harder. In the mirror, I saw everything, his body dominating mine, the way my face contorted with each thrust, the ecstasy in my eyes.
The pain was gone. Erased completely by the overwhelming pleasure. Every sound, the slap of skin, the wetness between us, my broken moans, blended into one sinful symphony.
He held my gaze in the mirror, to remind me who was in control. Every thrust screamed the same thing:you’re mine.My body clenched, every muscle drawing taut as my pussy gripped him hard.
“I’m coming, Carlo!” I screamed, shaking.
He drove even deeper, dragging the orgasm from me with unrelenting force. Seconds later, I shattered again. My body collapsed forward, trembling, breathless, done. He let go of my throat, and I clung to the edge of the couch, hips bouncing on his cock as the last wave rolled through me.
Finally, limp and wrecked, I curled up in a fetal position, gasping for air. My hair fell over my face, hiding him from view. When he pulled out, the warmth that spilled between my thighs told me he’d come too. A moment later, he gently removed the plug from my ass. I shivered, moaning softly at the sudden emptiness.
“The experiment was a success,” he said playfully into my ear. “You’re healed, baby.” He brushed the hair from my face and pressed a kiss to my temple.
I was too overwhelmed, too wrung out to even smile. I didn’t say a word as he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed. “You did so well today, good girl. Rest now. I’m here, and I’ll keep your bed warm.”
Wrapped in his embrace, I felt his body against mine again. My eyes began to close, but I murmured, “Thanks for growing your hair out for me.”
He didn’t miss a beat. “It wasn’t for you. It was for fucking you. Don’t create romantic fantasies about me, Emily. In the end, you’ll be the one left disappointed.”
