The Ritual

I know she’s used vibrators before. I’ve seen them in her nightstand at her apartment. But using one on yourself and someone using one on you are two very different feelings. She’s not in control here. I am.

I undo my belt and then unzip my jeans, pulling out my dick. Then I pick up the lube and spread it all over my length, making sure to coat every inch of myself until it’s dripping off me.

Reaching out, I take the diamond and slowly turn it in a clockwise circle. She sucks in a breath, her body tensing. “Relax,” I warn, slapping her ass cheek. “Focus on the vibrator.”

I gently pull on the plug, and she whimpers. Before it can pop out all the way, I gently push it back inside her, and she moans. “That’s it,” I say and do it again.

Her breathing picks up even more, and she yanks on the ropes that keep her open for me.

This time, I pull it out all the way and toss it into the sink that still runs from when she turned it on, replacing it with two fingers that are still covered in lube from applying it on my cock. “Take in a couple of deep breaths,” I tell her.

Her watery eyes meet mine in the mirror, and she puckers her lips, sucking in a deep breath, and then relaxes as she lets it out while I push a third finger into her. She cries, and I remove them. “Again,” I tell her.

The first tear runs down her cheek, but she does as I say. I repeat the process with just two fingers this time, knowing she’s ready.

Letting go, I yank my hoodie up and over my head before tossing it to the floor. Not wanting it to get in the way. Taking my cock in my hand, I step closer to her and slide the head of my dick along her ass, slowly running it up and down, smearing the lube all over her. “One more,” I say, reminding myself to go slow. If I tear her, I’ll have to wait to have it again.

When she sucks in a breath, I push the head into her, spreading her tight ass. She cries out, and I bite my bottom lip when it opens up for me.

I pull out and push in again, just my head. Letting her get used to it.

“Ryat,” she softly cries, her body already shaking under mine.

I reach around between her body and the countertop—this is why I left some space—and begin to play with her clit. Her head falls back onto the countertop, and I pull out, pushing into her again, going deeper this time.

Yanking on the rope, she whimpers.

“Goddamn,” I moan, unable to stop myself. Pulling out, I push in, a little deeper once again.

She’s gasping for breath, and I’m trying not to fucking come right now. Clenching my teeth, I slide out and watch her ass open for me as I enter her again with more force this time, burying myself in deeper. “I’m halfway,” I say, more to myself than her.

The drawers rattle from the ropes I’ve tied her to while her knees hit them. “You’re doing so good,” I tell her, making her whimper. “So good, Blake.” I pull out and push into her again, my fingers pulling on the vibrator to remind her it’s there just in case she’s too focused on her ass. The way she pushes against me tells me the little distraction worked.

I do it again, this time pushing all the way into her. Letting go of the vibrator, I reach over to my cell and turn up the level all the way on the vibrator and then lean against her back. Wrapping my hands in her long, dark hair, I pull her face off the marble to look at me in the mirror. It’s wet with tears. “Fuck, you’re amazing, Blake,” I say, kissing the side of her face and tasting the saltiness. “My good girl.”

Her lips are parted, and she’s panting. Her body already shaking uncontrollably.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now,” I warn her, and before she can say anything, I start to move.

BLAKELY

IT HURTS BUT also feels good. I can’t catch my breath. Between his dick in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy, I’m having trouble focusing.

At first, it felt like I needed to go to the bathroom. My body wanted me to push against it—refuse him. But then he started to move and fuck if it didn’t feel good. I hate that he’s right.

“Do you feel how deep in your ass I am, Blake?” he growls in my ear. His green eyes are locked on my watery ones in the mirror. “How tight it is?”

My hips are slammed into the side of the counter, my back arched at an odd angle, and my limbs secured to the drawers. My tits are smashed underneath me, already making it hard to breathe.