“So what?”
“So…don’t you want to know I’m enjoying myself?”
“I know you’re enjoying yourself by how your body responds to me. The words are superfluous.”
She scoffs. “Seriously?”
I can’t help a chuckle. I love her words, but what I love even more are her nonverbal responses. How her body reacts, how her flesh becomes flushed, how her pussy gets swollen and wet. And what she doesn’t yet understand is that, without words, all response comes from her body. It reacts more, feels more. Wants and desires more.
In turn, I want and desire more.
It’s a win-win concept.
“You become more of a challenge every second, Skye Manning. You’re my Everest, and I’m determined to conquer you. Now, be quiet.”
She presses her lips together and makes a locking motion with her hand. She’s something all right. The sarcasm ripples off her.
That’s fine. She’ll understand. Eventually.
I gently push her until the backs of her legs hit the bed. “Lie down.”
She obeys.
I head to my antique mahogany wardrobe and open the door. Before me—on shelves, in drawers, and hanging—are my various playthings. Tools I use to give pleasure. I zero in on a stainless steel anal plug.
How I’d love to lube it up and begin training on Skye’s ass. Just the thought has my cock growing even harder, if that’s possible. Licking her ass tonight intoxicated me.
But that has to wait. She’s barely ready for an introduction, so I must go slowly. If I try too much, she’ll bail. She can’t bail. I want her too much. She has it in her psyche to submit. I just need to draw it out slowly.
I pick up the stainless steel plug anyway. It’s cool to the touch, and I have a use for it—one Skye and I will both love.
I return to the bed, where she lies supine before me, naked, blindfolded, and exquisitely appetizing. I suck in a breath and adjust my groin.
She squirms when I come near her. Though I’m being quiet, she hears me with her heightened senses. Sensory deprivation can be very erotic. I’ll introduce her to it further another time. For now?
I trail the end of the anal plug around one of her hard nipples.
She gasps and arches her back. I trace the swell of her breast and move to the other nipple.
I enjoy using toys on women. They offer different sensory excitement to a partner, and consequently, they elicit different sensory responses. I love watching how their bodies react.
But with Skye…
The anal plug traces her rosy breast, and somehow I feel her soft flesh beneath my fingers as if I’m actually touching her, as if the plug has become an extension of my arm, of my body.
Prickles erupt on her creamy flesh, and in tandem with her, I’m tingling as well. I continue, going from nipple to nipple and then trailing down her abdomen, feeling her warm skin beneath the anal plug as if we’re meeting flesh to flesh.
I close my eyes a moment, savoring this new sensation I’ve uncovered.
I want Skye’s submission. I yearn for it. I crave it. So much that I don’t have to actually touch her to feel her.
Unreal.
I stop at her belly button. It’s a sexy indentation, and I imagine a platinum and diamond barbell laced through it. I circle the toy around the little notch. She arches again, and her clit is visible and swollen, protruding slightly from her gorgeous pink folds. I want so much to drag the stainless steel downward, circle her clit. But I linger at her navel.
“So beautiful, Skye. You should have this pierced.”
She opens her mouth but then closes it. Was she going to say something?
I’m glad she decided not to. I really don’t want to have to withhold her orgasm. I get just as much pleasure as she does from her climax.
When I finally trail downward to her vulva, she lets out an excited moan. Still I tease, though, gliding over her pubic bone and down the sides of her opening. I nick her soft labia, suck in a breath as it glistens with her wetness.
As much as I don’t want to leave that paradise between her legs, I trail the anal plug down over her inner thighs to her knees.
Then I begin the trip back up. The ultimate tease for both of us.
I trail the steel back over her slit. “Mmm. Nice and wet. How much do you want me, Skye?”
She opens her mouth and then slams it shut.
“Good girl.” I don’t need her words. The slickness of her pussy is more than enough answer. I slide the plug over her.
She moans and circles her hips. Arches her back and undulates…
But I move the object back up her vulva to her breasts and then to her lips. I poke it into her mouth. “Taste yourself. See how delicious you are.”
She swirls her tongue over it—that sexy, silky tongue—and I imagine the pointed end of the anal plug is the head of my cock. Fuck. I swear I feel it, as if she’s licking me, caressing that most sensitive part of me with that warm tongue.
Damn.
I take the anal plug away from her lips and set it on the night table.
Enough is enough.
I remove my clothes as quickly as I ever have, leaving them in piles on the carpet, and quickly put on a condom.
Skye squirms on the bed, twisting the covers with her hands.
“Don’t move your hands, Skye,” I say.
She releases her fists.
“Bend your legs so your feet are flat on the bed.”
Again, she obeys.
I stare for a moment at the sheer beauty before me. Her pussy, engorged and juicy, just waiting for me to plunder it. I crawl forward and nudge her slit with my cock.
She reaches—
“I said don’t move your hands!”
She quickly jerks her hand back.
I understand. She wants to touch me. Normally I don’t need a woman’s touch, but with Skye…
Damn. I want it.
But not. I gave her a command, and she will obey.
I tease her pussy again with my cock, sliding it back and forth from her clit nearly to her ass. It’s a tickle that has my balls on fire already. I want to thrust into her. No more waiting.
But I wait.
She says nothing. She keeps her hands flat.
And still I wait.
One minute ticks by. Another. My cock is so sensitive I may explode…but still I wait.
Until—
One powerful thrust, and I’m inside her. A vibrant groan squeezes out of me. Skye cries out, not in words but in pure emotion.