Pleasepleasepleaseplease.
The head of his shaft hit the back of her throat and she had her first orgasm. It blinded her and made her cry out against his hot skin. So good. Oh it felt so good.
Stephen’s hands tightened on her hair. “That’s it, Natasha. We’re just getting started. I’m not letting go of this too soon. I want it to last. Take that Wall Banger deeper, baby. Deep as you can go so you can come again.”
Yes, sir.
Stephen’s words reignited her need. She rocked between the fullness of the dildo and the taste of Stephen’s hot, salty flesh, lost in sensation. There wasn’t a coherent thought in her head—she was all emotion and need.
Stephen. It was always Stephen. Anything he wanted. Anything…
Her body shook with another climax, this one stronger than the last. She tongued his shaft hungrily, sucking the head between her lips and moaning until she heard his husky growl.
“Again.” He held her back by her hair, stopping her from setting a rhythm that would take him over the edge. Stopping her from taking him too deep. “Not yet, Natasha. I want to watch you come again.”
One hand left her hair to slide down her back until he was clasping the base of the dildo inside her. She heard a click and the vibrations increased.
No. No, she couldn’t take more. She shook her head, her lips still stretched wide and he caressed her hair gently, leaning back to watch her.
“Please,” she lifted her mouth to beg again.
“Come, Natasha.” His tone was soft, but commanding. “With my voice in your head, my taste in your mouth. Come for me until you can’t come without me.”
The vibration against her clit, inside her, everywhere…it was too intense. Pleasure so sharp it was almost pain. The waves of her climax had faded but they hadn’t disappeared. She sensed something building inside her—a tsunami, an avalanche—just waiting…
Tasha wasn’t sure she could take it. She ducked her head to lick the sensitive skin of the sac that was pulled tight against the base of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he growled, tugging on her hair. “What are you doing?”
She licked the seam behind the ball sac and then took it into her mouth, sucking gently and making his body jerk against her. Balancing her weight on one hand, she lifted the other up to slip it between his legs, following the trail that led to his ass while her tongue traced every vein and fold.
Stephen’s fist gripped her hair so tightly she almost cried out. “Stop, Natasha. I’ll give you what you need.”
She dropped her hand and took his shaft back in her mouth, her entire body humming in time with the vibrators inside her.
He wasn’t holding back anymore. He was holding her head still so he could fuck her mouth, pushing her back against the dildo. “Is this what you wanted, Natasha? You want me to lose control?”
Yes, sir.
Please.
“You’re asking for a spanking,” he said, his voice deep and gravel-laden. “I wanted this to last. Fuck! Your mouth, angel… That’s right, I’m close. Suck me. Come with me.”
He shouted and the warm tang of his release filled her mouth. Tasha swallowed, desperate to take it all. All of him. Anything he wanted. Everything.
When the avalanche hit, there was nowhere for her to fall but the ground. Her hands collapsed beneath her, her forehead pressing hard into the plush carpet as her body shuddered again and again and again.
“Please,” she cried, her voice hoarse and the taste of him still on her tongue. “Please.”
In his thrall, she grasped helplessly at the carpet, unable to release herself. Still. Fucking. Coming.
“Natasha.” Stephen’s voice reached through the rubble of her consciousness. “Baby, let me…”
Some part of her knew what he was doing—he’d turned off the toys and carefully removed them. When his knuckles brushed the inside of her thigh, another orgasm crashed over her.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Oh hell, angel.” He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. She heard water and smelled orange blossoms but didn’t lift her head from his neck to see why.
The sound of rushing water became a soothing white noise as Stephen sat on the edge of the bathtub and rocked her slowly in his arms. He was murmuring to her, words she couldn’t hear but the sound gentled her. It was his bedroom voice. His late night radio voice.
Her lover’s voice.
The quaking had subsided, but she was still feeling aftershocks. When she could think more clearly, she’d wonder why she’d had such a strong reaction, but the answer would be same as it always was—it was the man, not the play, that did this to her. Turned her into the kind of submissive she’d never wanted to be.
Made her need him.
The water had turned off. Tasha opened her eyes when she heard the splashing and realized he was getting into the giant garden tub, still holding her firmly in his arms.