by Kaliana Cole
Bailey giggled as he dried her and tried to assist in his efforts. Her tongue caught one or two droplets from his chest before he warned her away with a mock frown. She expected him to lead her down to the dungeon, but he pulled her upstairs to the large master bedroom. He swatted her on the ass and sent her in and then turned away.
Bailey gave a slightly embarrassed wince when she saw that Jory had done some unpacking. Her adult toy collection was lined up on the table beside the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The mains powered vibrator she had named Big Bob held center stage, all plugged in and ready to go, but the small vibrating anal plug and the pliable rubber dildo were right next to it. Jory had unwrapped the plug. She had never taken it out of its packaging. A tube of lube and a small jeweler’s box sat beside her collar. She ran her fingers over the sapphire and onyx adorning the jewelry. They had decided wearing it to Colorado would be inviting comment, so it had sat here awaiting her return. Bailey hungered to feel the stamp of Jory’s possession around her neck once more.
He came into the room carrying the wheeled computer chair from the office and placed it down in front of the mirror. Jory threw a towel over it before planting his bare ass on top. He pulled the lever and lowered it until his knees were bent further than a right angle. Bailey grinned when he swung around in it and then rolled it closer. His smile promised wicked things to come.
“Pass that here. Let’s get it back on right now.” Bailey handed him the elegant collar and knelt before him without being told. She had gotten her hair trimmed while she was in Denver, and her curls sat in a chunky bob a few inches above her shoulders. She didn’t need to hold them up out of Jory’s way. He secured it about her neck with sure fingers. “Pass me the other box.”
Bailey used his distraction to her advantage and rocked forward on her heels as she rose. Her tongue swiped from his balls halfway up his shaft before he pulled away. “You’ll have plenty to play with in a moment, brat. Be patient.”
Bailey chuckled. Her be patient? Yep, that was gonna happen, too. She passed him the blue velvet box.
He patted his thigh. “Sit down.” That she didn’t need to be told twice. Jory arranged her to his liking. She ended up with her legs on the outside of his with his balls pressed to her ass. Her head fell back naturally against his shoulder. “Open it.” The box was placed in her hands. Curiosity ran rife. It was too big for a ring box, too small for a necklace. It was also heavier than she had expected. It opened to reveal what she thought was a pair of earrings to match her collar, but a closer inspection showed clips at the top. Beautiful weighted nipple clamps! Her breasts sat up and begged, and Jory didn’t disappoint them.
He lifted the clamps from the box and made an adjustment to the screws on each. Bailey was relieved to see rubber over the actual clamps. Her eyes followed his hands hungrily, but he stopped short of touching her nipples. Big, work-toughened hands cupped the heavy globes and lifted. “I’m sure these can get sharper, but I’m not touching them. You make them harder, baby.” Bailey needed no more encouragement. Her hands lifted eagerly. “Not your hands. Use your mouth.”
She could do that? Bailey dropped her head and tried, aware that Jory cocked his head to the side and watched raptly. Her tongue just reached the velvety tip, flickering in vain to reach more. “Lift it higher.”
Jory’s chuckle let her know he had been purposely lowering it out of reach, but he complied. She could only lick with her tongue—they were too full and firm to suckle—but Jory was enjoying the show. His cock twitched and lengthened further between his stomach and the small of her back.
“So sexy, baby.” Deep and rough, his voice was a seductive bass that reverberated all the way to her womb. “I’m gonna watch you use each and every one of your toys tonight. The damn things have been sitting there teasing me all week. But first, we’ll put your new clamps on.”
Bailey nearly passed out when he gave one nipple a painful flick that had it springing into full bloom and her pussy weeping anew. She threw her head back and hissed as the first clamp pinched the base of a hardened nipple. “Oh, look at that. You like that, baby. I can see the cream shining on your pussy.”
Bailey cracked her lids and peered beneath her lashes. She hadn’t looked once at the mirror, but the sight held her spellbound. It was a picture of wicked decadence. A seductive voyeuristic thrill.
She watched with growing hunger as he clamped the other nipple. Watched the woman in the mirror writhe in pained pleasure. God, no wonder men got off on watching. The fire in Jory’s eyes had her reaching for Big Bob without being asked.
She flicked the switch to the low setting and ran the humming head across his balls before allowing it to touch her greedy flesh all aquiver with anticipation. He gasped and then growled between clenched teeth. Bailey laughed delightedly before she started putting on a show for her audience of one. The latex slid smoothly despite not slicking it with lube. Her own fluids were flowing thickly enough to make it obsolete. Gliding so easily, she ran it the full length of her folds and dipped into her entrance. Jory’s hands kneaded her breasts and flicked at the jewelry adorning them often enough that the fire they bestowed continued to burn in fitful starts and leaps.
It was her body that was teasingly opened up by the latex invader, but it was Jory’s pained groan that echoed off the walls. His eyes flicked between the tableau in the mirror and the view right there in his lap. Bailey watched every response with the hunger of a starving woman.
“Slide it in all the way.” His rough entreaty tickled the curls at her ear, but the desperation sent licks of desire much farther down.
She fed it all the way into her dripping cunt. Her back arched wantonly at the stretch of taut, greedy muscles. Rough whispers of encouragement made her do it again. Painfully slowly, feeling the caress of Nordic eyes, her flesh rippled about the dildo as she reseated it inside her. “Oh, Christ. Leave it there and get the little one.” She reached for the dildo, but he pulled her up. “Not that one, the other. I want to watch as you put it in your own ass. It’s been killing me, having one taste of it and then going without a full damn week. I don’t know if I imagined how good it felt to be buried in your dark little hole or not. “
Bailey had trouble focusing with his devilish words wrapping around her reality. “I know I didn’t imagine it. It was that fuckin’ good.”
“Don’t say that. I’ll be spurting up your back right now instead of where I want to be. I’m gonna bury myself balls-deep in your tight ass after you stretch it with that miserably small toy, and then I’ll watch as you feed that big rubber dildo into your cunt. You’re going to be that full it’s gonna feel like I’m fucking a hot, satin vise.” His black velvet voice reduced her to a pool of liquid need. Her fingers were trembling as they picked up the butt plug with a pathetically weak grip. Jory’s hand closed over hers when the toy nearly slipped from her fingers. “Need some help, baby?”
“You make me weak. I can’t think when you talk dirty to me.”
His chuckle was pure male delight a he steered her hand down between her widely spread legs. “I could always be quiet.”
“Don’t do that. I love your naughty mouth.”
“What about this, Bailey? Do you love this?”
The slick plug pressed for entrance, and her tight pucker stretched with a slight burn. Dark, seductive pleasures danced up and down her spine with wicked abandon. “God, yes.” Her hand was slack in Jory’s masterful grip, but the illicit nature of impaling her own ass in front of the man who had made it his was a blatant turn-on.
Vibrations from the other toy still buried in her pussy reached the small plug as it sunk home to lodge behind her clenching muscles. They tantalized and teased as the plug began to resonate in perfect accord. The deeper thrum tickled at her tailbone and made her hungry for more. It took a moment to realize that some of the noise came from the drawn-out groan vibrating in her own throat.
“Mmm, I think you do like it. I think you like it a lot.” The deep purr of
his words rumbled from his chest and teased her ear, but his actions lower down stole her sole attention. He started pulling the humming plug back and letting it resettle. He knew exactly what drove her wild. Mindless need drove away all thoughts but having him inside her.
“Oh, God. Let me have it, Jory. I want you inside me.”
“You do, huh?” He brought two fingers down sharply on the end of the plug. The tap jostled it inside her, sending shards of rapture up her spine. “If you really wanted it, you wouldn’t be asking.”
Bailey tugged the plug from her body and let it fall to the floor. The vibrator slid out a little easier, and she dropped that on the bench. She lifted up on her tiptoes and went to grasp the thick stalk of his cock, but he grabbed her wrist. “I know you like a little pain, baby, but I would prefer to keep the skin on my cock, thank you very much. Grab the lube.”
Slathering it on his nicely veined cock distracted her from her immediate goal. The sensation of sliding her palm up and down the hot, meaty length in the friction-free gel was mesmerizing.
“Behave yourself if you want it inside you, brat. He likes your hand a little too much.” The droplet glistening on the tip gave credence to his words. Bailey grasped him and tried to rise a little higher to introduce his cockhead to her ass, but it was awkward. Jory solved her dilemma by dropping the chair down further. “Stand between my legs and bend him farther down. He won’t break, and I want to watch this, baby.”
Taking hold of his slick shaft a little firmer, she pointed it out from his body and sunk down in a standing squat. He moved his legs a little wider, and everything fell into place. Knowing his eyes watched every little movement, Bailey took her time. Her thighs started to tremble when the broad head began to penetrate. A sharp lance of fire had her gasping and holding still. Jory’s hands swept up her back, as hot, soothing, and settling as his voice. “Breathe, baby. Take a deep breath and relax and I’ll slide right in.”
Her fingers dug into his knee as she complied. Her head lolled back as the wide flare passed though her tight portal and settled behind her inner ring. Panting desperately, she relinquished her hold on his dick and gripped his other knee, too. The fiery burn faded into a sinful, decadent stretch as her body adapted to the invader. “That looks so fuckin’ hot, baby. You’re all stretched around me and squeezing like a goddamn fist. Take some more, baby. I want to watch you take me all the way.”
Spurred on by his brazen words, Bailey rocked up a little before sinking lower and taking another inch. The hungry groan came from both of their lips, and Bailey lifted once more and then dipped. The angle of impalement pressed him against the inside of her tailbone. The sweet pressure bowed her back and sent her sinking lower. “Christ, baby. That is fucking beautiful. You’re nearly there. Just a little to go.” Biting down on her lip in concentration, she shimmied her hips and gave a little wiggle and her ass settled against his abdomen. “Tight as a frigging glove. Here, baby. Lean back against me.”
Gingerly, Bailey leaned back in small increments. The shifting pressure made her very careful. It felt like a tortured lifetime later that her head fell back against his sweaty shoulder. His hand gripped one of her thighs and moved it to once more straddle his. When he repeated that with the other, her eyes flew open as his cock forged even higher. Blazing pale-blue orbs met her gaze in the mirror.
Wickedly intent and burning with savage hunger, they swept the full length of the mirror. Bailey couldn’t help but follow them. She was splayed over his lap like a flesh-and-blood Japanese Shunga netsuke sculpture. Erotically entwined with Jory like two halves of a whole. The jewels in the collar and nipple clamps glowed with unearthly fire against the relative paleness of her skin. Dark hands rested on her hips. The contrast made her skin glow like well-aged ivory. His full scrotum protruding below her engorged folds was a brutal but sexy reminder of where his cock was buried. Not that she needed that. The iron-hard spike of heat and throbbing pressure was the center of her existence. Every pulse of blood through its congested vessels echoed deep inside her. She wanted to move and chase the pleasure that would bring the tortured anticipation to fruition, but the strength of his hands held her fast.
“Let me move, Jory. I need to come.” She didn’t recognize the husky voice, so thick with unadulterated need, that spilled from her lips.
“Not yet, baby.” He reached out, and she felt the touch of flexible rubber pressed to her palm. “I want to feel your pussy packed with cock, too. I’m never sharing you with anyone, so this is as close as you’re ever going to get. Feed it in there, Bailey. I’ll feel everything through the thin wall between. Put your finger in first. Can you feel me?”
Bailey could. Her perineum was stretched so thin it was like her cunt was already full. His cock was a thick heat behind her stretched vaginal wall as she dipped her finger into the entrance. He flexed his cock, making it shift erotically beneath her touch. It was tight enough with just her slim digit. How the hell was the large dildo going to fit? The pleasure licked through her womb as her finger stroked inside her, and she decided then that it would. She would make it fit.
Jory’s murmuring encouraged her on, as did the heavy pleasure in his eyes. To see such satisfaction on his face, she would endure anything. But the burning pressure as she forced the dildo through her constricted entrance was to be embraced with open arms, not stoically endured. Through thick lashes she watched the woman in the mirror arch and writhe as she worked the thick rubber phallus inside her.
Jory groaned when the pressure built as she was stretched to capacity and his cock was forced ever tighter against her tailbone. She could only imagine the sweet agony he was feeling. The moans tumbled from her own lips like leaves in fall. The decadent pleasure beggared description. Full. So very full.
“Hell. If I don’t move I’m gonna go insane.” Rough and guttural, his voice enveloped her. “Tell me I can, baby.” He entreated.
He was waiting for her say so? All she wanted was to feel him forge back and forth and work her receptive nerves to fever pitch, but her resident devil couldn’t resist pushing him to action. “If you have to ask…” She never got a chance to finish her taunt. Infinitely strong arms lifted her before she got a chance to touch her toes to the carpet and help. The drag of his shaft along her outer reaches sent fissions of depraved ecstasy streaking to her womb. She kept the dildo buried deep inside her, and it shifted angles as he withdrew until only the very tip of him penetrated her ass. Her groan was more of a dull roar as he released her and let gravity impale her once more.
“I need to touch my clit.” Desperation shaded her voice. The savage reclaiming of her depths skated close to the wrong side of the thin line between pleasure and pain and threatened her sanity. She needed some direct stimulation to keep embracing the exquisite agony.
“If you have to ask…” His voice was a deliberate tease as he threw her line back at her.
She grabbed Big Bob and flicked the control to max. The powerful vibrations of the machine in her hand hummed all the way to her wrist. She touched the tip to the bud peeking out proudly from her splayed lips and bucked at the intense stimulation. The sensory bombardment of Jory’s next lift and release was abetted by the mechanical stimulation that sent her floating above the pain and embracing the insidious bliss. The grating against her coccyx as Jory’s cock battled with the deeply seated dildo for space had her orgasm building like a great, hulking beast in the base of her spine, an insanely powerful monster that grew in strength every second that it laid in ambush.
Jory’s hips thrust upward to meet her downward action, bucking beneath her in a driving rhythm she was powerless to deny. “Come for me, baby. Squeeze my cock. So hard, baby. That’s it.”
Her tormented clit quivered once at his demand and set off an explosion that blew away all previous notions of what orgasm actually was. Her inner muscles contracted savagely, clamping down on the twin impalements as if they never meant to release their captured prizes. Her throat opened in a silent sc
ream and her whole body gathered before being flung into a million pieces as the beast of her climax tore through her, shredding her with claws of potent lust and teeth of razor-sharp pleasure.
Jory’s long fingers tightened in a cruel grip on her hips and jammed her down. A deep groan wracked his body as he twitched and spurted hot spume in the erotically taboo haven of her ass. It felt like it was never going to end. The pleasure was going to kill them both. Every twitch of his cock set off mini-explosions and made him jerk again, creating a cycle of endless pleasure that sapped her endurance and closed down her mind.
Bailey collapsed back against his heaving chest as all strength deserted her and the toys fell forgotten to the floor. The pound of his heart felt like a fleshly drum beating a rhythm of exhausted satiation against her fevered back. His arms came around her, strong steel bands that crushed her to him with tender intent. His face buried into her hair, and his breath teased her heated skin. Silken lips stroked her ear as he whispered hoarsely, “Christ almighty, Bailey. The human body can’t take this much pleasure.” He sucked in more air. “I’ve just come so fuckin’ hard every organ in my body tried to climb out through my dick, and all I can think about is doing it again. You’re gonna be the death of us both, baby.”
Bailey shivered as he withdrew from her body, her grip striving to hold him inside for just a few more moments. As he slid free, she raised one arm and tangled her fingers in his ebony hair. She lowered his head until she could lay a breathless kiss on his parted lips. “Yeah, but what a hell of a way to go.”
“I want my ring on your finger before that happens. Will you marry me, baby? I know you might want a little time to get ready.”
Bailey laughed. “Let’s fly down to Vegas tomorrow. Now that I’ve finally caught you, I’m not giving you a chance to get away.”
THE END
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