Page 253 of Masters of Control

So full.

The pressure on her mound increased her pleasure, though her swollen clit was aching to actually be touched.

“More, please,” she begged. She needed to get off. The long tease was driving her wild. Every part of her skin felt more acutely sensitive the longer it went on—her poor clit felt as if it was going to explode, and her nipples were throbbing on her chest in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

“Well, if you insist.” His dark, sadistic chuckle as he began to push four fingers into her sent shivers up her spine. “Does it hurt yet, baby?”

“Yes and no.” She moaned as he moved his hand a little more roughly, sinking all four digits in up to the knuckles. “Oh fuck… Sir…”

“That’s it, Red. Take my hand. This part might be a little more difficult.”

Morgan whined, her hips trying to move upward as more of his hand began to slide inside her. She couldn’t see his hand, but she knew how it was done. His thumb would be folding into his palm, making his hand into a kind of spear that he was now trying to push the thickest part of into her body. With his other hand pressing down on her mound, she couldn’t move away or even lift her hips as he began pushing in.

She was so wet, she could hear the squishing sounds as she was stretched open, the slippery lube and her juices combining to help ease his passage. Not that it made it easy. Morgan whimpered, shuddering, yanking at the cuffs around her wrists as she tried to writhe in place.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good,” Asad crooned, his dark eyes glowing with approval. “Just a little more.”

Her cry when he pushed his whole hand inside her echoed around the room. The knuckles and thumb had been the hardest part, and now she was so full, she could barely breathe.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck…”

“That’s it, good girl. It’s so fucking hot, seeing my hand inside you up to the wrist. Now I’m going to make a fist. It might feel weird.”

“Fuck!”

Weird wasn’t the word for it. Morgan didn’t have the words to describe the sensations as his fingers moved inside her, curling into a fist. It felt like a ripple in her stomach, utterly foreign, not entirely pleasant, yet not painful, either. Then he was there, impossibly thick, filling her entire channel… and he began to move.

“Oh!” She uttered a short scream as his arm pulled back, then pushed forward, deeper inside her. It was too much. Her thoughts short-circuited. It hurt and felt good at the same time. It was heaven and hell and everything in-between. Her muscles spasmed around the moving fist and arm.

“That’s it, baby. You’ve got my whole hand inside you. Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Master Asad’s praise was even hotter. She couldn’t respond. She couldn’t think. She could barely breathe.

“Such a good girl. I love you, Morgan.”

The words didn’t fully register, then she lost all semblance of sense as he began to rub his thumb against her clit as he fucked her with his fist. Ecstasy exploded through her, throwing her into the air and sending her into freefall as she screamed from the sheer, overwhelming exhilaration.

Her body felt as though it was levitating, lifting into the air from the force of her climax. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but drown in the sensations crashing over her until her vision went dark.

Asad

He would admit to slight panic when Morgan went still for a moment. Thankfully, she hitched her breath and opened her eyes a moment later. Pleasure overload. He’d seen it before, though never when he had his whole hand inside someone.

“Good girl,” he murmured, carefully unclenching his fist, so he could slide his hand free. It took several long moments to complete the process, and she shuddered as he pulled his hand away, her body going limp with relief at the absence. Her pussy gaped open, and the sight was so fucking hot, he wrapped his fingers around his cock.

The glove felt a little odd, but knowing that he was holding himself in the fist that had just been inside her was such a fucking turn-on. He was so pent up, it only took a few strokes of his hand before he was groaning and spraying his cum over her lower body.

“Fuck…”

That hadn’t been his intention, but he’d gotten himself too worked up. And there was something so satisfying about seeing his cum decorating her skin, another way of claiming her as his own. If nothing else, he felt sure she was never going to forget this night.

“Fuck,” she agreed with a soft sigh, her eyelashes fluttering. “That was… intense.”

“But good?” he couldn’t help asking, running his hands over her legs and giving her muscles a little massage on his way to release her ankles from the restraints.

“Very good. I don’t know that I’d want to do it very often, though.” Morgan shivered.

Moving around the table, he rolled the rings off of her nipples and uncuffed her wrists before pulling her into his arms, as if she was the heroine on the cover of an old school romance novel, so he could carry her to the bath.