A Million Different Ways (Horn Duet 1)

And they will become one flesh…the words swept through me.

“This is where I live,” he said, nudging me with his hips. “Where I belong.” His voice faded into a hoarse whisper. He held himself perfectly still, buried inside of me until I started to squirm, needing him to move. He began thrusting deep and steady. I pressed back against him; the sound of our skin slamming together holding the constant beat. Sweet relief was in sight. I felt it building within me. But every time I reached for it, Sebastian would ease off his pace, leaving me in an unendurable state of arousal, reminding me who was in control, staking his claim.

“Home,” Sebastian mumbled quietly.

He slammed hard one last time, and sent me soaring. I broke apart and was put back together as someone else––some elemental part of me transformed. I heard him grunt out my name in between deep surging breaths. Once the tremors subsided, his whole body slackened.

I lifted my heavy eyelids, and watched the man on the other side of the glass remove the nipple clamps. His lover screamed as she climaxed. Her back arched and her eyes slammed shut. He was still erect when he pulled out. After untying her legs, he flipped her onto her stomach. Her arms were still bound, crossed above her, making it impossible for her to move. He lifted her hips in the air and began rubbing the crown of his shaft, glistening with cum, between the cheeks of her buttocks, around the ring.

Oh…my…God.

I couldn’t take anymore. My senses were maxed-out, flooded with too much information and feeling. The man grabbed the base of his thick shaft, positioned himself, and slowly…slowly…inch by inch…sank into her. When he was completely embedded, he began thrusting. The globes of his muscular rear end hardened with each quick, shallow pump until he climaxed, driving his lover half way up the bed on the final thrust.

Sebastian dragged me backwards, onto his lap as he sat down in the chair. His forehead rested on my back, his body still tucked inside of me. My throat tightened as a meaningful moment stretched between us. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

“I never knew it could be like this,” I heard myself whisper back.

“Neither did I.”

My body was still trembling when he stood me up and pulled out of me. He was unusually quiet as he fixed his own clothing before smoothing my dress back into place. My limbs being completely useless. A brooding silence hung over us. Had I not been so utterly spent, it would have made me feel awkward. But in the present state, it took all my energy just to put one foot in front of the other. After handing me my mask, he took me by the hand and dragged me out the door, the scene on the other side of the glass fading into the background.

He was obviously familiar with the layout, navigating us easily back to the room with the fireplace. Something about that didn’t sit right with me. We were headed for the door when a woman with a sleek, black bob and Amazonian proportions placed her hand on Sebastian’s arm. He braced subtly.

“Sebastian?”

She was busty. Fake, I thought enviously, though couldn’t be sure. My thought patterns resembled that of a cadaver at this point in the evening. I had nothing left for research and observation, only a sudden urge to visit the ladies room.

“I’m going to look for a restroom,” I whispered.

“Just around the corner,” said the woman with a guttural accent, German perhaps. I left them standing there and found the ladies room, stepped inside, and removed the mask.

There was an impressive amount of healthy color on my cheeks. I had forgotten what that looked like. The rosy glow made me look younger, less serious…happy. I ran a finger over my swollen lips and turned on the cold water. Cupping it, I drank thirstily in an effort to cool the heat blazing under my skin. After cleaning up the dampness marking my thighs, I walked back to the spot where I had left Sebastian and discovered them both missing. My heartbeat faltered, only slightly at first. It quickly increased to pounding like a jackhammer as I scanned the area and couldn’t locate him. I moved from room to room, searching frantically; anxiety wiping away the heady afterglow of the seismic orgasm I had only minutes ago.

And then I found him…

My heart crashed to the floor and splintered into dangerously jagged pieces. In a corner, away from the crowd, his mask was tipped up and his lips were locked onto the lips of the woman I had left him with. I’m surprised I didn’t faint from the shock. My whole body shook from the pain and sense of loss that gripped me. When I finally realized I could still move my legs, I turned and fled.