I loosen my tie as I move around the divan to the toy chest and pull out a red butt plug, just a little larger than any you’ve taken for me in the past. I squirt a generous amount of lubricant onto it and turn to you, your eyes wide when they land on it.
“That’s too big for my little asshole,” you protest, but I hold it, poised against the puckered entrance to your anus.
“Will you give it a try for me?” I ask, pressing slightly so that you begin to open up for me.
“Yes, Master,” you agree.
“Good girl.” And I begin to push it in. “Just relax.” You exhale and allow your eyes to come to a close as I force the plug into your ass. Eventually, it slides in and locks into place, and you smile up at me.
I remove the spreader bar and you bring your legs down, and you curl up on the Divan next to me. I shrug out of my suit jacket and lay it aside before pulling my tie off and rising to my feet. My toy box contains a plethora of paraphernalia: dildos, vibrators, plugs. I pull out a small clitoral vibrator and switch it on, grinning to see you light up as I bring it over. You situate yourself with your back on the divan, and open your knees so that I can immediately press the vibrator to your clitoris. You shiver and sigh at the feel of the buzzing sensation.
“You are not allowed to come without my permission. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
I pull away, letting gravity keep the vibrator in place. “Don’t touch that.” And I begin to unbutton my dress shirt, taking the time to fold it neatly and lay it atop my abandoned jacket.
I smile at the sight of you, trying to remain as still as possible, the little silicone bullet quivering against your clit. I watch you as your breathing quickens, a clear indication that your climax is rising. I unbuckle my belt as I kick off my shoes and allow my pants to drop to the floor, stepping out of them and plucking off my socks with smooth celerity. A pair of black boxer briefs is all that stands between me and total nudity.
“Please, Master,” you moan, “may I come?”
“No,” I immediately reply, and lean forward to pluck the vibrator up off your clit. Whether through instinct or purposeful disobedience, you reach down and begin to finger yourself, a move that spurs me into action. I stalk forward and wrap my fingers around your throat, squeezing just enough to constrict the airflow into your lungs. “What did I just say?”
“I’m sorry, Master,” you mouth, and I drag you from the divan and onto the floor. Letting go of your gorgeous throat, I cross my arms over the expanse of my chest as you scramble up onto your knees in front of me.
“I thought you wanted to be my good little pet,” I say, quirking a brow. “But you’re behaving like you want to be Master’s fuck toy. Is that what you want?”
You cast your eyes to the floor beneath my feet as you get into position: knees splayed, hands clasped behind your back. I eye you, waiting for you to respond to my question, and when you don’t, I smack one of your pert little tits, which sends the nipple clamp chain to rattling. You let out a little shriek and lift your eyes to look at my face, something slightly devious glittering in your big, beautiful eyes. “Yes, Master.”
I smirk, and move to rifle through the chest, producing a rather sizable red dildo. “Stay where you are,” I command, squatting down behind you to insert the dildo into your wet, waiting cunt. It slides in easily, so lubricated are you by the intensity of your desire. “Hold that in,” I say, admiring the view of the dildo in your sweet little pussy and the plug in your ass. I come around to stand in front of you and tug my boxer briefs down just enough to allow my turgid cock to spring free.
“Dirty little sluts get all filled up,” I say, grabbing you by the ponytail and directing your hungry mouth toward my penis. “They get used. Is that what you want?”
You don’t even take the time you respond, you simply dive forward and take me into your mouth, sucking gently and running your tongue over my head in quick little circles. I press you forward, forcing you to take more and more of my considerable length into your throat, thrusting forward, fucking your face with a fury. You gag slightly and pull back, and I give you a moment to catch your breath before shoving myself into your mouth again.
I grunt, trying to keep my own orgasm in check, but feeling the promise of release begin to grow. I tug your head back by your ponytail and sit on the divan, my cock standing straight up at attention.
“Get up,” I say, and you rise, obediently keeping the dildo held in your cunt. I reach forward and pull it out and it comes away slick with your longing. “Come here.” You move forward and I wrap one arm around you and pull you onto my lap so you are straddling me. The tip of my cock is brushing against your wet entrance and I feel you press yourself forward, eager for me to take you.
“Fuck toys,” I say, sliding the dildo into your mouth, “get used in all their holes.” You bob your head back and forth as I use the dildo to fuck your face, your eyes locked on mine, and I can no longer keep myself from you. I plunge my cock deep into your pussy in one hard thrust and you groan around the dildo. I hug you close to me as you bounce on my cock, and I don’t let myself close my eyes; I want to see that gorgeous mouth suck on that dildo.
After a moment I lift you into my arms, my erection still deep inside of you, and lay you down on the rug. I buck my hips back and forth as you turn your head away, holding the dildo in your mouth like a rainbow sucker. I lean forward and sink my teeth into the supple flesh of your breast and you wail, letting the dildo slip from your lips. “Please,” you cry, “harder, Master.” And I oblige, quickening my pace, grunting with the force of each thrust.
I pull out only for a moment and turn you over onto your stomach. I slide into you again, pressing the plug deeper into your ass each time I drive my cock into your pussy. I curl one hand around your throat and use the other to grab your hair, and pull back so that your chest is lifted slightly off of the rug. The chain of the nipple clamps is caught underneath your belly and you are overwhelmed by the sensations: your hair is pulled, your oxygen is limited, your nipples are being stretched by the clamps, your asshole is filled with the plug, and I am fucking your precious little cunt.
“Come for me,” I groan, pushing myself as deeply into you as I can manage. You spread your legs wider for me, trying to make as much room for me as possible. “Come for me, now.”
And because you had been held at the precipice of orgasm for so long, my gift of permission is all it takes for your climax to build and explode, the muscles of your cunt clamping down on my cock as your entire body is rocked with the shock of your release.
I let go of your throat as I continue to fuck you through your orgasm, thrusting hard until I feel that familiar constriction that means I am close.
“Come inside me, Master,” you whisper, and I plow into you one last time, shooting my hot spunk deep into you. I tug your head back so that I can place a kiss on your cheek, and then I rise to my feet, gazing fondly down at this gorgeous sight: You are on your stomach, your legs spread wide, a red dildo in your hand, a plug in your sweet little ass. Your backside boasts a cluster of red welts, your nipples hard in the clasps, and my come is dripping white down your perfect slit. In this moment you are my sweet pet and my delightful little fuck toy. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.
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Bound for Him: (A Billionaire BDSM Boxed Set - 9 Stories) the Bacchanalia Collection Page 11
