Chapter Fourteen
Heather eyed the dildo Pierce held up with some trepidation. A little smaller than the real thing jutting up from the dark nest of dark curly hair between his thighs, but nonetheless intimidating. Equipped with a wicked-looking hooked tip to torment her G-spot and blanketed with hundreds of tiny nubs to stimulate already sensitive tissue, in the right hands, the fake cock would become a torture device she wasn’t sure she could handle. Especially with the butt plug already snug in her backside.
On reflex, she canted her knees inward. A wasted effort due to the ankle restraints.
“None of that.” Pierce’s reminder was followed by a sound rap to the inside of one thigh that had her parting her legs with a soft squeal.
“Keep those pretty thighs apart. Another attempt to close them will only earn you thigh straps.”
She’d seen pictures on the internet. There were straps for nearly every movable part of the body, but she preferred to have a little freedom. At least this first time. Hopefully for the next few as well. Restrained to the cross was one thing, helplessly immobile another. Not that she hadn’t fantasized about being that way with Pierce. But she preferred working up to it. She shook her head. “No more straps. Please. I’ll keep them open.”
“Relax, brat. You’re so juicy it’ll be in before you realize it. But just to be on the safe side…” He squirted some lubricant in his hand and began slathering it all over the dildo in a fashion that could only be termed as masturbation. And damn if it didn’t make her hornier than she already was.
His soft smile, the reassuring stroke of his warm hand on her lower leg, went a long way to setting her at ease.
He reached up, anchored a fist in the hair at her nape and firmly planted his lips on hers. Distracted by his uncompromising domination, the space he left between their bodies barely registered until cool silicone met the heated tip of her breast.
She squealed. A short-lived muffled sound that flowed from her mouth into his, eventually extinguished by his sensual tongue and hot possession. Her natural inclination to retreat was curbed by the hard wood at her back and the unyielding hand around her neck.
The smooth tip of the fake cock circled her hard nipple in ever-widening maddening circles of sumptuous agony until it encompassed the entire circumference of her now-aching breast. When the opposite breast was likewise primed, he broke the kiss.
Eyes slumberous, wallowing in bliss, she attempted to follow his retreating mouth, craving the warmth of his lips, only to be brought up short by the tight grip he maintained on her hair.
She strangled a yelp, ground her teeth in frustration. “More.”
“Oh, I plan on giving you plenty more. After I’ve had a little fun first.”
Her sex clenched at the husky threat.
He released her hair to squeeze her breast and bent to worry her nipple with his teeth. He teased without mercy, without acknowledgement of her pleading moans. Just sawing that damn thick dildo between her swollen breasts. She forced her herself to swallow, take several calming breaths.
“Don’t stop, babe. I love all those sweet, sexy sounds you make. Turns my dick so goddamn hard they could swap it for one of the girders in the Detroit-Superior Bridge.” He trailed the fat head of the toy down the center of her chest, paused to make lazy loops around her navel.
Heather couldn’t have held back her groan if her life was in jeopardy. But Pierce’s existence may very well be in danger if he didn’t give her some relief pretty damn soon. An empty threat emphasized a moment later by her needy whimper when he slid the toy lower and it stopped short of her throbbing clit. She forced out a screech through clenched teeth.
“That’s it, love. Make me believe you really want it.”
Really want it? Was he fucking joking? If her hands were free, she’d more than likely snatch that damn dildo out of his hand and shove it so far up her aching pussy it wouldn’t see the light of day for a week. She writhed in hope. Her abused ass protested with a flare of heat that fanned out, crawled around her hips and centered between her legs. Were it a living entity, she would’ve cursed it. As she wanted to curse Pierce, but didn’t dare for fear of being gagged. Her restraint was rewarded when he squatted down, braced his forearm on her pelvis, pinched back the hood of her clit and sucked the hard point into his mouth as he dipped and swirled the fat head of the dildo in the seeping juices of her pussy.
“God, yes. Please. Deeper. I need it deeper.”
Breaking off the suction, he flat-tongued her clit. “Not yet.”
Fuck that.
Her entire focus centered between her legs and the relief she so desperately yearned for. If only she could force the dildo inside her. She wiggled as much as his thickly muscled forearm would allow. Finally, in desperation, she willed her body to go limp.
All to no avail. Silently cursing him, her wrist restraints and every male Dom on the planet, she whispered, “Why? Why won’t you?”
“You know why.”
She shook her head. Blinked back tears of frustration.
“Yes. You do,” he insisted, coming to his feet in a lithe, steady move.
He towered over her, requiring she stretch her neck to meet his penetrating gaze. Like everything else about him, his size radiated power, dominance. Dominance. Damn. She drew a deep breath. She was doing it again. Fighting his authority. Overthinking instead of feeling. Not giving herself over to him on every level.
He smiled as if he’d gleaned her epiphany from her eyes as clearly as if she’d spoken the words aloud.
“Yes, Pierce.”
His kiss this time was slow, minty sweet, deliriously drugging. “Let’s try this again. Shall we?” The words were whispered across her lips, starting a chain reaction of tingles that rippled down her entire body.
When he brought the dildo up to swipe her own fragrant juices across her slightly parted lips, she didn’t even consider objecting, hoping to orchestrate a faster payoff as she consciously shut down her brain and concentrated only on feeling and the great pleasure she knew the man she loved could give her.
“Close your eyes.” She obeyed the soft command, allowing her other senses to take over. To sense the intensified feel of the dildo as it followed the same path it had the last time, only considerably more amplified. As was every little nuance of Pierce’s touch. His large powerful hands wrapped around the pliable flesh of her breasts, followed by the sharp nip of his teeth and swipe of his tongue on her nipples.
She drew a shaky breath at the feel of the now-warm toy, slick with her juices, as it skated over and around highly sensitive flesh.
The air in front of her subtly stirred as she sensed Pierce squat, felt the glorious heat of his breath along the length of her quivering stomach, followed by the light graze of the phallus. The light feathering brush of his exaltations over her naked mound, the warm stream of air he blew over her clit that softly curled around her engorged nub.
All combined, everything seemed enhanced…too much…not enough.
“Beautiful.” His tongue lapped through her swollen folds, his saliva mingling with her own flowing juices.
God, how she wanted to kiss him. Taste their combined flavors. Her mouth watered, even knowing she’d have to wait for the experience as he made her wait for everything else. His terms. His body. She belonged to him. Heart and soul.
“Now. Now you’re mine. Mine to tease. Mine to please.” He rimmed her gaping opening with the tip of his finger. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours. Your pussy, Pierce.” Her heart fluttered at the admission.
“Very good.” He painted her labia with her slick fluids, up and over her clit. “Whose tits? Ass? Whose body?”
“Yours,” she said on a near sob. “All of it, yours.”
“Good girl.” He fit the head of the thick dildo to her opening. Rubbed a soothing hand over the outside of one quivering thigh. “Do you want this now? Should I make you come?”
“Yes.” She caught her lower li
p between her teeth. “If it pleases you.”
“It does please me. You please me. More than any other woman ever has.”
Her breath stalled at his admission. Restarted on a loud gasp when the wide head of the phallus breached her opening, the toy’s curved tip riding over her G-spot, the tiny nubs on its long shaft scraping over tissue already vulnerable from his previous loving. She felt stretched to capacity. With the larger butt plug in her ass, there was no way the monstrous dildo was going to fit. She swiveled her head side to side. No movement of the damp hair plastered to her face. “No.”
“What, love? Too much?”
“Yes.” She nodded, even as her hips gyrated.
“Your mouth says it’s too much. Yet your body tells a different story.” With a half twist, he worked the sex toy into her slippery depths.
“Nooo. Yes. Oh God.” She collected a deep breath. Sighed. “I don’t know.” She wanted him to stop. Wanted him to continue. She felt full, yet had this burning desire for more. A desire to grind down on the long stiff object in his capable hand and ride it to a completion that was building hard and fast, nevertheless still lurked in the shadows.
His tongue rode over her tight, aching clit.
“Pierce.” Half scream, half moan, his name tore its way from the back of her throat.
“Want me to stop?” The pressure inside her eased.
“No!” Frantic, her eyes flew open. Each strained breath scraping through her lungs.
He nipped and gently sucked the inside of her thigh, then looked up. “You’re so damn wet. Tight. You think you’re full? Can’t take any more? I had some doubts about sharing you, but your ass and snug little pussy were made to be taken this way. Jesus. Just the thought of you taking two big cocks at the same time makes my dick throb.”
She squashed any thoughts of being judged. “Earlier when you mentioned a threesome with your friend, we delegated it to Construction, but to be openly honest, it’s always been one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. Knowing you would be one of the men makes me hotter than…well, damn hot. My only fear is being able to handle both of you. You’re so big and if Gerard compares…”
The heat that flared in his eyes mirrored the flare of heat between her legs. “You can take us both, love. I wouldn’t have mentioned it if I’d thought you couldn’t. But don’t expect it any time soon. I want you all to myself for a good long while.” The husky possessiveness in his voice made her heart trip.
He easily advanced the dildo another inch, then two. Clearly, even talking about being the center of two men’s carnal desires made even her wetter.
She barely had time to process the feeling of being stretched to capacity before he pinched her clit. A sharp attention-getting tweak that pulled a drugged groan from her and momentarily shifted her focus long enough for him to smoothly seat the toy all the way in.
She gasped. Gritted her teeth against a swell of discomfort from being so full and the friction of the tiny nubs on the dildo raking along her overstimulated tissues. Her squirming bid for freedom only managed to wedge the toy more firmly. She wanted it out. “No. No. Take it out.” Her eyes watered.
“Use your safe word.”
That sobered her. “Demoli—” She looked directly into his eyes. “No.”
He studied her face a few seconds before reaching between her legs to grasp the base of the butt plug and pumped. Not enough to pull it out. Gentle pulsing pulls and thrusts that narrowed her attention to between her legs.
She opened her mouth to protest. Snapped her lips closed at the surprising feel of tiny nerves blazing to life, telegraphing a sizzle of sensation across her entire body. She trembled. Groaned. If he took it out now, she might very well strangle him.
His soft chuckle plucked her from a thickening fog of pleasure.
“It feels…” She licked her lips. “Feels…”
“Fucking fantastic?”
Blunt, but accurate. “Exactly,” she admitted unashamedly.
“Think how much better it will feel when I slide my stiff cock deep inside this sweet slippery pussy. Fuck you until you scream.”
The screaming part didn’t bother her as much as the thought of how much more his dick would fill her. She was tempted to say she couldn’t take more, but every time she thought that, he proved her wrong. Even as her mind protested her ability to accommodate his big cock, her body quivered with anticipation.
He pulled the dildo halfway out.
She whined. Clenched hard with her inner muscles to prevent its loss.
“Not to worry, love. I’ve no intention of stopping.” One easy push had her full again. The plunging of the butt plug became more distinct, so near extraction that, like her vaginal muscles earlier, the tight puckered ring of her anus contracted in protest.
Then Pierce set a tandem push-pull rhythm between the dildo and toy in her ass, which made it impossible to think of anything but the sensation of the toys sliding against each other. Separated only by a thin membrane that did little to dull the heightened friction, the pressure was nearly unbearable. She tried to split her attention between the sensations building in her pussy and those in her ass, but soon that became futile as individual sensation rose and the lines blurred into one massive buildup of pleasure between her legs when Pierce’s strokes became faster, harder, deeper.
It wasn’t long before her body not only accepted, but began craving the stretch. The incredible burn. The sinfully erotic fiery sting when the wide base of the ass toy fought against hyper-sensitized straining anal muscles, slipped out and was quickly shoved back in, the hard bump and firm press of the dildo’s wide head knocking against her cervix.
Her whimpers, screeches and screams were interspersed with inarticulate clipped sentences and nonsensical contradicting commands she barely understood. But somehow Pierce did.
He worked her hard. Never letting up until she sobbed. She didn’t know whether to love or hate him. Hate him for withholding her orgasm. Love him for knowing how to give her the most unbearable excruciating pleasure of her life.
“No!” She screamed in frustration, the piercing sound ringing in her ears. “I don’t want…” Heart pounding, limbs boneless and trembling, she panted, shook her head. “Take it out. Not…what I want. I want—”
“My cock,” he finished for her. The dildo disappeared to be replaced by hot inflexible flesh, delivered in a single forceful surge into her aching pussy. Her scream of surprise at being filled and stretched to the brink was cut short by the hard demanding slam of Pierce’s lips against hers.
Not that it mattered, since words became a minor commodity when weighed against the inconceivably incredible feelings she was experiencing.
His entries were hard, demanding and steady as he continued to work the butt plug with expertise, occasionally adding a grinding swivel that seemed to touch every sensitive nerve ending with expert accuracy.
She’d probably be sore as hell tomorrow, but it would be totally worth it.
When his lips left hers, their combined gasping breaths mingled.
He cradled her chin in the curve of his thumb and forefinger, giving her no choice but to focus directly on his face. “You are so amazing. So fucking hot.”
Beyond words as her orgasm neared, she tried to nod, but his firm hold on her face made movement impossible.
“I could stay buried in you for hours. Days. Goddam forever. Driving in and out of your pussy, your creamy juices coating my dick.”
Her body jerked with each forceful penetration of his hefty cock. She tried to follow his conversation, but she was driven by pure need, so only snippets of what he said registered. It didn’t matter, though. Whatever he said, whatever he wanted, she’d gladly agree to. Anything. Everything. She was his to use. His to command. Top to her bottom. She’d grant his every request as long as he gave her the orgasm she frantically hungered for.
She closed her eyes.
The fingers cupping her face tightened. “Open.”
Had
it been any other man, she doubted she could’ve obeyed. Or would have wanted to. But the firm, softly spoken command compelled her to fight the strong pull of her natural urges. She forced her eyes to open. She was so damn close. The glorious friction, the fullness of the dual penetration pulling her toward the climax that gnawed at the fringes of her coherent thought with the savagery of a voracious wolf.
“You will not close your eyes. Rob me of a single second of seeing, enjoying every facet of your pleasure. Ever.”
“Yes, Pierce.” The response rolled off her tongue without thought or the slightest hesitation. At that moment, she knew that whatever he asked of her, she’d do no matter how difficult the task because not only didn’t she want to disappoint him, she belonged to him. Always would. Loved him with every miniscule cell of her being.
“That’s my girl.”
His strokes slowed, but the intensity didn’t lessen as he nipped her lip, dropped his hand down between their bodies and pinched her aching clit.
“Now, my beautiful Heather. Come for me.” He pinched harder. Pulled the butt plug from her body in one swift yank.
“Mother fu—” She compressed her lips together, struggling to cope with the scalding intensity of the climax that erupted. Cataclysmic, almost too much to bear, the steady rhythmic strokes of his surging cock daunting as his innate skill at controlling pleasure kept her dangling at the pinnacle until reality faded and nothing existed for her except Pierce. His authoritative presence. His quietly murmured commands and loving reassurances.
At the precise moment she feared losing complete touch with reality from the catastrophic pleasure holding her in its tight-fisted grip, he murmured, “Again. Come for me again.”
And miraculously, she did.
His mouth covered hers, effectively muting the series of screams and moans that followed as if he’d released her from some kind of invisible restraints. Unseen, but no less incarcerating than the ones physically imprisoning her to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Swamped by overpowering pleasure, she fought her manacles as her pussy pulsed, flooded, easing the way for Pierce’s fierce possession until his body seized and his cock pulsed, filling her with his hot seed.
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