“What’s the word I would use?”
Though I’m not a prude about swearing, I’ve trained myself to avoid those words in my career as an elementary school teacher—training that is no longer necessary. “Fucking.”
“That’s right. Now say the whole thing.”
“You’re… You’re fucking my ass with your fingers.”
“Mmm,” he says, nibbling on my right ass cheek, “I love when you talk dirty to me.”
I roll my eyes, which of course he can’t see. I only talk dirty to him when he makes me.
He gets me to say the words, and then he’s gone again, leaving me trembling and weak with need. I’ve never felt quite so needy in my life. It’s the not knowing what to expect that has me right on the edge, ready to implode. I hear the click of the cap again and the squishy sound of liquid. What is he doing?
Then I feel pressure again, only this is something other than fingers. The pressure is intense.
“Push back, sweetheart.”
“W-what is it?”
“No questions, remember?”
I exhale before drawing in another deep breath, trying to breathe my way through the pain of my muscles fighting the intrusion. Whatever it is, it’s much bigger and wider than his fingers were. I’m not at all sure I can take it.
“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing great. This is the widest part now. You can do it.”
Wider? How is that possible? All of my focus and attention are on the tight stretch of my ass struggling to take the object, which is how he is able to catch me completely off guard when he chooses that moment to stroke my clit. Forgetting all about where we are, I scream from the bolt of pleasure that takes my mind off the intrusion in back and allows him to fully seat the object in my ass.
Oh. My. God. If he doesn’t let me come, right now, I’m going to lose my mind.
“You did so great, Nat. I wish you could see how amazing your ass looks stretched around the plug. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I feel the head of his penis pressing into me, and the fit is so tight because of the plug that I don’t think I can take him.
“Easy, sweetheart. You can do it. Relax and let me in.” He goes slowly, giving me small increments, stretching me beyond the point of pain and into a realm I never knew existed until he showed me how it could be. Then the object in my ass begins to vibrate, and I come undone.
Flynn is right there with me, driving into me hard and fast as I yield to him. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I give myself over to him completely. I’m his in every possible way, to do with as he pleases because I know that whatever pleases him will please me, too.
His hands slide under me to cup my breasts and tweak my nipples, and I can’t hold back any longer. The orgasm crashes over me like a huge wave, sucking me under and stealing the breath from my lungs as every part of my body reacts to the overwhelming release.
Flynn pinches my nipples again, triggering a second smaller orgasm, as he comes with a groan. The plug makes it so I feel everything so much more acutely, including the heat of his release that fills me deep inside. He comes down on me so his chest is pressed against my back, his hands still cupping my breasts.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to come.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“You’re going to need to learn to help it.”
“How do I do that?”
“With practice. For now, you’ve earned a punishment.” His words, whispered close to my ear, make me tremble. He pulses inside me, reminding me he’s still there, as if I could forget. Raising himself up, he places his hands on my hips and withdraws from me slowly, tapping on the plug, which makes me gasp from the sensation that travels through me. “Your punishment will be keeping the plug in place until we get home to LA.”
“That’s hours from now!”
“Which will give you plenty of time to think about how you’ll better control yourself next time.” He removes the pillows from under my hips. “Turn over. I want to see your face.”
When I’m on my back looking up at him, he kisses me. His erection is already coming back to life between us. “That was so hot, sweetheart. I love your sweet ass. Did it feel good for you, too?”
“Again, you have to ask? The screaming orgasm wasn’t proof enough?”
“I like to hear the words.”
“I loved it.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Were you scared at all?”
“Not in the way that you mean. I was anxious because I didn’t know what to expect and couldn’t see what you were doing.”
“That’s part of it. Denying one sense heightens the others. Because blindfolding is a hard limit for you, the position today is a way around that. You can’t see me, but you’re not in the dark.”
“You’re very clever.”
“I’ve been practicing for years. I’ve learned a few tricks along the way.”
It pains me to think of him practicing with other women.
“What? Something just upset you.”