My scared eyes hold his.
“And then I’m going to make you come so fucking hard that your body will nearly snap it in two.”
Fuck. I have no words for this situation.
“After a while of doing this, your body is going to recognize that something going in here,”—he rubs his finger over my back entrance and gently eases the very tip of his finger in—“is pleasure.”
I sta
re at him, fully dressed in his business suit and having this conversation, as cool as a cucumber.
He kisses me as my senses begin screaming.
Why does he want to do this?
Aren’t I enough?
“How does that sound?” he breathes against my lips.
I nod, nervously. “Good.”
He puts his finger under my chin and brings my face up to his. He wants more than that.
I want to please him. I desperately want to be everything that he physically needs. “A little scary,” I whisper.
A trace of a smile crosses his face. “I’ll never hurt you.”
Not physically you won’t, but are you going to rip my heart out!
“I know,” I lie.
He puts the butt plug into his mouth, and my insides clench as I watch him suck on it. He slides it in and out a few times, and then he puts it in my mouth. “Suck,” he commands.
I close my eyes when I feel the hard-heavy metal in my mouth, and I suck it. I twirl my tongue around the tip, opening my mouth so that he can see. He loves it when I do this to his dick.
He inhales sharply as he watches, his hungry eyes fixed on my tongue.
“I’m going to have a quick shower. Keep warming this up in your mouth for when I get back.”
He bends and kisses my forehead, and then he stands and goes to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and the deafening sound of the pounding of my heart echoes in my ears.
Why does he want to do this? Does he miss anal?
I suck on the large, hard, metal thing in my mouth… warming it up for my ass.
God.
I know I said I wanted a big, bad man to teach me bad things, so perhaps he’s doing just that. But after the conversation with the girls today, this all seems a bit too real.
On one hand, the thought of something new excites me. On the other hand, it reminds me of his past life. I know that it shouldn’t but it does and I don’t like it.
Stop it.
I hear the shower turn off.
Here we go. I open my eyes.
He reappears out of the bathroom with a white towel around his waist, his eyes darken when he sees me with the butt plug still in my mouth, he leans on the doorframe and watches me for a moment. “Fuck, Eliza, you look hot.”