He reached for the base of the plug and slowly twisted it out of me, then in again, and I wriggled in distress.
“It will be easier if you relax, Sophie.”
Relax. Right. On my back, with my legs spread open, and my sadistically imaginative boyfriend hovering over me.
The more he twisted and pulled the plug, the more relaxed my muscles became. I remembered him doing this in the hotel in Los Angeles, with his fingers, slowly adding one at a time as I winced and panted and tried to hide the pain so that he wouldn’t stop. I’d thought he would think I was a freak for liking things that hurt, but he’d told me that while we were together, I should do whatever I wanted. Remembering something like that, in the highly aroused state I was in, was akin to torture. He was giving me everything I wanted, and he knew it.
The plug stretched me wide, then narrowed again, the tip resting just against my opening before he pushed it in once more. “How does that feel?”
“Big,” I moaned. “And heavy, Sir, like you said.”
“That will help,” he explained, gently twisting it, pulling at the rim of tight muscle that would fight him when he tried to enter. “You’ll wear this for a while. While I’m fucking you, perhaps. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The thought of having him inside me, really fucking me, not just teasing or punishing... I could have wept with joy.
“Tell me what you’d like, Sophie.” He gave me that half-smile, all proud and arrogant and male. This was a part of him I never saw outside of the bedroom; completely, unapologetically egotistical, so certain that I was awestruck by his dominance and desperate for him.
I was.
“I’d like for you to fuck my pussy, Sir,” I whimpered, clenching around the plug as he pushed it back into place.
Neil unzipped and freed his erection from his trousers. He rolled a new condom on one-handed, then gripped my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My vulva was flush against the head of his cock, but he didn’t enter me. I moved my hips just a fraction, and he clucked his tongue.
“Don’t move. You don’t get to move yet.”
I groaned in frustration.
“Ah ah, don’t disobey me.” He slapped my clit with his cock, and I moaned. “Beg for it.”
I couldn’t move, no matter how desperately I wanted to, simply because Neil had told me not to. That was the power he had over me. The power I had over him, I knew, was that my submission was my choice, and I freely granted it. He brushed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, and I sobbed, “Please, put your cock in me, Sir.”
“Oh, very good, Sophie,” he complimented me, and I felt the most ridiculous surge of pride. “A lovely selection of words. Let me hear them again.”
“Please, Sir.” A tear rolled from the corner of my eye into my hair. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I would break down completely. I needed the certainty of him deep inside me, the safety I felt when his body crushed mine to the mattress and the rest of the world faded away. “Please, please, please put your cock in me.”
He pressed slightly forward, and my swollen labia parted. I felt the first touch of him against my cunt, anticipated his entrance. I couldn’t help myself. I lifted up, and the instant I moved, he pulled away.
“No!” I shouted, my chest heaving with a shuddering sob. “No, I’m sorry, Sir, I’m sorry. Please just put it back. I won’t move. I promise I won’t move, please just put your cock in me!”
“There now.” He grinned down at me. “That’s proper begging.”
He eased into me again, and I moaned loudly in relief. It took every ounce of concentration and willpower I had to keep from moving, and even then I had no control over the muscles inside of me. They flexed and squeezed on him in gratitude, and I clenched around the plug in my ass. But it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until he was fucking me.
“Don’t come,” he warned. He reached beneath my neck to pull me up, just a little. “I want you to watch. Watch my cock filling you up, Sophie.”
I couldn’t look away if I had wanted to, but it only made his “don’t come” edict more difficult to obey. The sight of my body spread open around his unyielding flesh made every sensation more vivid as he slid into me then withdrew at a maddeningly slow pace. He never went deep enough.
“Please, more!” I gasped, my eyes widening as his cock disappeared into me. “More, more please!”
He pulled out and grabbed my jaw. “You do not tell me how to fuck you. Do you understand?”