“Excuse me?” is my breathy pant, slightly offended. “Take my panties and what?”
I’m sure I’ve heard wrong. But Mason won’t be denied. His eyes flash dangerously, a shiver running up my spine.
“You heard me,” is that throaty rasp. “Now do it.”
And limbs trembling, I contemplate a refusal. This is beyond depraved. This is going into S&M and crazy bondage stuff that you only see on-line.
But I can’t look away from the alpha. Those blue eyes seize mine, and before I know it, my body’s moving once more. The silk panties find their way all the way off my legs until I’m holding the lace limply from my hand.
Slowly, I bunch the silk into a ball, but Mason stops me there.
“Crotch out,” he hisses. “I want you to taste that pussy spunk.”
And trembling, I unroll the lace and ball it up again, making sure that the wet part’s on the outside. Slowly, I lift it to my lips.
“That’s it,” he growls, eyes ravenous as they devour my every move. “That’s it, eat it, eat it,” he almost croons.
And opening my mouth wide, I obey. I push the lace panties between my lips, gagging a little. Little goops of pussy cream slide smoothly down my throat, tangy and fresh. Oh god, it tastes good.
Mason’s eyes flash.
“That’s right sweetheart,” the alpha says like he can read my mind. “Don’t even try to talk, you’re stuffed up,” he warns. “If you need to stop, tap your fingers like this,” he says demonstrating, “or roll that big butt of yours. Don’t even try to pull those panties out of your mouth.”
I’m staring at him, astonished and yet so turned on. Because what’s going to happen? What’s going to be so disgusting and depraved that we have to use a safe gesture? Is this a wrestling match, where tapping signals no more?
A shot of adrenalin runs through my frame, spine stiffening. And even totally nude, pussy and breasts swaying in the air, there’s a sense of defiance. I won’t let him rule me. I won’t.
But my man has other things on his mind. He smirks slightly, that big fist smoothly working up and down his pole.
“Now sweetheart,” he says, patting the bed by him. “Get up on here and work that butt plug into your pretty bottom.”
WHAT?
My eyes goggle, cheeks blowing up in protest. But no words can come out, he’s stuffed me full in anticipation.
He smirks again.
“That’s right,” he croons, blue eyes gleaming. “Get up here and stuff that pretty anus full.”
I contemplate running. I contemplate dashing for the door and screaming my head off. But what would I say? This man owns my all, money was exchanged.
So slowly, my body creeps forward, levering itself onto the bed until I’m on my hands and knees, waiting for him.
But Mason shakes his head.
“Naw pretty baby. Like I said, you gotta put this in yourself. But here, I’ll help,” he says magnanimously. “I’ll get it lubed up for you.”
And without missing a beat, the billionaire picks up the butt plug in one hand and puts it right under his fuckshaft. Slowly squeezing that massive pole, a little squirt of semen jets out, coating the toy. Oh my god. The lube we’re using is his DNA? That’s all? Oh my god, oh my god.
But Mason’s a motherfucker, and he grins knowingly.
“Don’t worry sweet thing. This is more than enough. Here, I’ll rub it in for you.”
And that big hand strokes over the plug, getting it shiny and oiled up, the rubber warm and soft.
“You ready sweet thing?” he asks. “You ready for this?”
No, I’m not ready. But somehow my chin nods.
And taking one small hand in his, he puts the butt plug in my palm.
“Push it in,” he grinds out, smiling at me lasciviously. “Let Daddy watch you do the insertion.”
My boobs are trembling. My pussy’s dripping with fluids, dying to be penetrated. But he wants my ass, and I have to obey.
So slowly shifting, I sit on the bed facing him, legs sprawled. Oh god. This is such an embarrassing position, so revealing, my sweet slit pulled wide on its own.
And Mason’s staring, eating up that slick wetness, chest rising heavily as he breathes in, then out.
“Fuck baby,” is his pant. “Fuck you’re so gorgeous.”
And that gives me the courage to begin. Leaning back so that my anus rolls forward, I start the insertion. Pressing the toy against my back end, my eyes close as I moan.
“Unnnh,” comes the guttural sound. “Unnnh, unnnh.”
But it’s not enough. My pleats are tense, they’re not letting anything in. So reaching my other hand around, I start working a nipple, pulling at the hard nub before corkscrewing off with an audible pop.
“Unnh!” comes my delighted shriek. “Mmmph!”
That helps a little. This time, as I press against my anus again, the toy slips in a little, breaching my dark hole.