He continues to work my clit like a master—and that’s what he is, isn’t he? Because he knows just the right way to caress, to demand and will my body to react the way he wants. He’s the master of my very being as he brings me just to the precipice of an orgasm before backing off, softening his touch, slowing his pace. He’s keeping me at the highest state of arousal without giving me relief, distracting me and making me needy as he works another finger inside my ass.
“That’s it, little goddess. Such a good girl. Feels exquisite, doesn’t it? When you just relax and give in,” he purrs, making my heart rate rise.
After gliding two of his long, thick fingers in and out of me for what seems like forever, but is probably just enough time for me to be stretched to his liking, he slides them out but never stops the ministrations on my pussy. Someone has turned the music up in the main area of the club, and my excitement heightens knowing we’re doing this dirty, naughty thing with only a curtain to hide us. The deep bass now throbbing through the room adds to the sensuality of the scene, and I barely make out the sound of… what was that? Something being squeezed out of a bottle next to me on the table? And then I hear it again, but this time I feel it as the cool liquid drips between my cheeks and over my anus.
Suddenly, I feel something wider than his fingers at my back entrance, but I force myself to stay languid, this puddle of bone and flesh atop his worktable. And then his commanding but gentle tone fills my ears. “Push out with your inner muscles, goddess.”
I don’t question it. I just do as he says. And the next thing I know, I’m easily filled with a cold and tough object that burns as it stretches me, the toy growing wider the farther it enters, but it doesn’t hurt. When he slides it all the way in place, my ring of muscle clamps as the toy narrows once again, and I have the sense of being full. Just full. Not in pain. Not grinning and bearing it, praying for it to be over. Just… full.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, running his fingertips up and down my back, and my body arches like a cat of its own accord.
I’m still facing the wall of toys, staying this way and not turning my head to peek at the things he chose out of the cabinet. Everything has been a pleasant surprise so far, and I kind of like not knowing what’s to come. It’s exciting and arousing, and if I didn’t hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt then his zipper coming down, I would get choked up in this moment, knowing I’ll get to spend a lifetime submitting to his dominance. But right now, all I can think about is the image of his massive erection springing free as he undresses behind me. Of what it might feel like if he tries to put anything else inside my body when I already feel so fucking full. Surely there’s no more room inside me for anything else.
And then I jump at the sound of a vibrator coming to life, my ass clenching around the butt plug that’s not going anywhere thanks to the shape of it holding it secure within me. I let out a nervous giggle at my jumpiness and settle back against the table.
Neil’s hand takes hold of my right arm from his position behind me, pulling it down from its grip on the other edge of the padding until he places the bullet in my hand.
“You know how to use this, goddess. Now place it on your clit while I take care of the rest,” he orders, and I maneuver my arms beneath my body, using my left hand to pull back my hood, and I groan at the first touch of the vibrations against my clit. The combination of it along with the plug feels heavenly.
But then I feel the wide, smooth crown of his bare cock at the entrance of my pussy, and I start to breathe heavily in preparation of its intrusion. My glutes flex, causing a shiver of desire to work its way through my entire being, flooding my core with even more wetness. With one long, slow push of his hips, he slides into place inside me, the tip of his cock nestling up against my cervix.
I was wrong. So very wrong. I wasn’t nearly full before. Not even close.
Now. Now I’m so full I don’t think even a breath of air would fit without making me burst.
And then he starts to move, and stars burst before my eyes. I’ve never felt anything so exquisite in my life, and I forget to breathe. It’s not until I become lightheaded that I remember to take in air, and when I do, I feel the muscles of my pussy flutter around his pistoning girth. When I pull the vibrator away, the sensations too overwhelming and needing to calm the one thing I’m controlling myself, I yelp when his giant hand comes down hard on my right cheek, which is still tingling sensitively from all the paddling it withstood, and I clamp around him.