“Ah-ah, little sub. I didn’t say you could stop,” he growls behind me, and I put the vibrator back where he wants it, my eyes closing as I try to focus my consciousness somewhere else. Like how every time he thrusts forward and into me, the front of his pelvis connects with my sore ass cheeks, sending a shock of pained pleasure throughout my whole body.
His hands tighten around my hips, his fingers digging into me as he picks up his pace. Without warning, without a slow buildup, I come in a sudden rush as my vibrator hits my clit in just the right way at the same moment his cock angles to rub against my G-spot, my legs trembling as I cry out when the pleasure overtakes me. Before I know what he’s doing, my Viking grips the flat handle of the butt plug and pulls it out, the feel of the fat end of the torpedo-shape stretching me before narrowing to the end making me gasp. And then I get that lightheaded sensation again, but I’m breathing. I’m panting for air, but my body starts to feel like it’s floating, and I realize I must be at the beginnings of entering subspace.
“Fuck yeah, goddess. That’s it. Milk my cock,” I hear Neil rumble behind me, and his filthy words make me shudder. He doesn’t stop thrusting, but my orgasm calms, and I melt farther into the table as I give in to everything he wants to dole out. He could whip me with an extension cord right now, and I’d beg him for it.
I feel the cold sensation of the lube at my back hole again, but I’m too far gone to care. Something inside me knows what comes next. After all, I asked him to replace everything, the very last thing between us that he needed to erase from my past. And then he slows his pace inside my pussy before pulling out, and he lodges the head of his cock against my anus.
Another smack on my ass, this time to the left cheek, and I don’t even react. “Vibrator. Trust me, goddess. You’ll want the distraction,” he growls.
I get my wits about me just enough to make my hand work. I hadn’t even noticed the buzz had stopped against my clit.
And then he starts his forward plunge, slow as he works past the ring of muscle that’s giving a bit of resistance, because he’s much bigger than the plug that was there before. I whimper when it gives way and he sinks all the way in, and then my whole body shudders, the skin of my face tightening on my cheekbones and jawline as my flesh erupts in goose bumps when he begins to move.
In and out, in and out. Slowly at first as I moan at how overwhelmingly good it feels having him there in my most forbidden place. That building sensation starts in my core, the muscles of my pussy gripping even though there’s nothing inside me there, but the vibrator on my clit heightens everything. The roller coaster of pleasure starts up the hill as he picks up his pace, and I hear his murmured curses of need behind me, his growls of desire as he keeps a tight hold on the rein around his control. And I know he’s got me. I know there’s no way he’ll let himself snap when this is such an important moment of healing for me.
He reaches a punishing momentum, his hips slamming into my ass once more, and it feels so agonizingly wonderful that I begin to thrust back against him every time he plunges forward, and his grip on my hips tightens to a painful degree. But it just adds to the pleasure building up and up, into the clouds, above them even, where I float, awaiting its reach. His right hand lets go of my hip and lands on my shoulder, and I glance over his white-knuckled grip there to see the muscles of his arm rippling, his bicep bulging…
And I lose it. My roller coaster car barrels over the top of the hill and my entire body seizes. My ass clamps around his huge cock inside it like a fist, and I scream in ecstasy, dropping the vibrator as I unconsciously reach above me to grip onto the opposite edge. My arms flex, trying to pull me away from the feel of him pounding inside me, but I’m no match for the Viking behind me, pillaging and plundering my body with his enormous, rock-hard shaft. And I swear… I swear I feel him grow even larger, just before he shouts and buries himself to the hilt, his grip on my shoulder and hip holding me immobile as he empties himself inside me.
His forehead barely rests on my spine before he slowly, inch by inch, pulls from my deliciously used body. And then I’m flying… no, swimming… no, I don’t know how, but I’m moving. Ah, being carried. That’s it. My Viking carries me over to the opposite wall on the other side of the room from the toys and spins to sit down in… oh, this is nice. This will do. This will definitely do.