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He’d watched her while she got ready, and as she approached, his eyes flared with hot passion and need. It didn’t change, even when she turned off the plug’s vibrations.

“What’s your safeword, Freddy?” she asked, moving to the side of the desk where his ass was nearly hanging off the edge.

“Red… but I’m not going to need it.”

Pressing her lips together to keep from smiling, she didn’t chastise him. He was being a little sassy, but he was also expressing his confidence in her. Picking up the little tube of lubricant, she spread the last of it over the dildo while he watched, his growing anticipation evident in his expression and the heat in his eyes.

“Ready?” she asked, taking hold of the base of the plug.

“Yes, Mistress.” His gaze never left her face.

There was something achingly intimate about anal sex. Perhaps because it had been considered taboo for so long, perhaps because the potential for pain was so high, she’d always considered it an act that required a great deal of trust. Not something she took for granted.

Easing the plug from his body, she replaced it with the tip of the dildo.

Freddy

The buzzing vibrations were gone, but this felt so much better. He stared up at Mistress Camille as she began to push into his ass. The dildo she’d chosen was thick enough, he still felt the slight burn of entrance but not so thick that she couldn’t move quickly. Thank goodness. He wanted it quick.

Hard.

Dirty.

His whole body was aching with the need for release.

“Harder, please,” he begged when she thrust in slowly. He didn’t want slow. He wanted to feel it.

“As you wish,” she murmured and pulled back. At the same time, her hand wrapped around his cock.

Freddy cried out, his back arching upward in sheer pleasure. The dildo moved, going in deep and hard, her hand moving on his cock in unison with the thrusts.

“Fuck!” His hands tightened their grip on the edges of the table as the pleasure ripped through his body. The slight sting as his ass was stretched again and again only served to enhance his pleasure, like adding salt to something sweet so it tasted even better.

He writhed for her as she moved, gasping and moving his hips to meet her thrusts. Her breathing was getting faster, her soft moans joining his louder ones as her passion grew again. Since she’d already had one orgasm, she would be even more sensitive, and he was sure she was nearing a second climax.

All he had to do was hold out so she could reach her pleasure again… hold out until she told him he could come.

Which was much easier said than done.

He felt each thrust as it stretched him, the tip of the dildo rubbing against his prostate and making his body spasm. The tightness of his balls was becoming painful, adding to the cacophony of sensations gripping him. Her hand moved harder and faster on his cock as she got closer to her orgasm, and resisting the sensations running through him was becoming more and more difficult.

“Please… fuck, please, Mistress… I need to cum…” He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. If she didn’t give him permission, he was going to end up cumming anyway, and he desperately didn’t want to disappoint her.

“Good boy, Freddy… you may cum.”

She thrust in again and he cried out, his cock pulsing in her hand as spurt after spurt of hot liquid splashed against his stomach. The thick streams of fluid coated his body as she pumped, her own soft cry joining his, her head thrown back as her body shivered with pleasure.

Closing his eyes, Freddy went limp as his body released all of its tension, fully satisfied and satiated.

Mistress Camille was the perfect woman. The perfect Mistress.

Was this what falling in love was like?

Chapter Twenty-Six

Camille

Stroking Freddy’s hair, Camille turned her head slightly to press her cheek against the top of his head. Aftercare for Freddy was cuddling, which she rather enjoyed, even if they were squished onto the same sofa. At least it was a sofa that was big enough to handle being squished on to. Someone had obviously anticipated that people would want to be able to lie down at least mostly next to each other, instead of having to be on top of each other.