“Dildo now.” I demanded. I wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer to come all over him. I wanted to rub it into his skin, marking him as mine. I would be the first one to have his ass. If I hadn’t already been certain, I sure as hell was now. What I really wanted—crazy as it might sound—was to be the only one to ever have him. I wanted to keep him.
He let his fingers slip from his ass before reaching for the dildo and sliding it over his hole, teasing me as much as himself.
“Now,” I growled.
He gasped when he started to push it inside.
“Keep going.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
He gave himself a little more, then pulled it out.
“Do not stop.”
“I… Oh fuck.”
“Touch yourself while you push it in. That will help.”
I watched as he obeyed, working his shaft until he was fully hard once again. When he pressed the dildo against his ass once more, he sucked in his breath.
“Open your legs wider.” I needed the best possible view. I stared as his ass stretched around the glass. It was so fucking hot. “How does it feel?”
“Bigger than it should.”
“Keep going. Take more.”
He did. His eyes were squeezed tight, his jaw clamped, and the muscles of his thighs had to be rock hard from the tension in his body.
“Don’t hold in all that pain and pleasure. Let me hear it.”
He whimpered as he pushed deeper, then eased back, working the tip in and out a few times before pushing it back in.
“Almost there.”
He pulled it out again as he stroked his cock.
“All the way this time.”
“I…”
“Don’t you dare tell me you can’t.”
“I… I don’t know if—”
“Eyes on me,” I demanded. “Push it in, and don’t stop.”
His other hand stilled on his cock as he did what I said. I watched the dildo disappear deeper and deeper into his ass. He moaned as the fattest part stretched him and his ass closed around it, holding the glass phallus in place. The flange that pressed against him was decorated with little flowers suspended in the glass. He was fucking gorgeous. I wanted to take pictures of him posed on his hands and knees. He would be stunning.
“Tell me how it feels now.”
“It burns, but it also… I feel it against my prostate and… Fuck, I… want to come.”
“Not yet. Not until I’m ready for it. Touch yourself, and keep going until I tell you to stop.”
He did as he was told, panting and whimpering. I could see how hard he was fighting to hold himself back. Sweat dripped from his face and ran down his chest. When I felt sure he couldn’t hold back anymore, I barked out an order. “Stop now.”
Henri pressed his hands to the mattress and stared at me. All pretense of seduction was gone from his face and the way he held his body. He was all raw need now, and he was all mine.
“Pull the dildo out, then turn over and lie on your stomach.”
He gasped and whimpered as he slowly removed the glass dick, laid it on the bed beside him, and turned over. As soon as he did, he began to thrust his hips against the sheets.
I undressed as I enjoyed the show, and he turned his head to watch.
“So fucking hot,” he murmured, words slurred as if he were drunk.
I climbed onto the bed, crawling until I could straddle his legs and press my cock against the seam of his ass. I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his torso.
He shook his head. “No, please.”
I teased him, working my hips. He was slick with lube, and it would be so easy to slip inside his already stretched hole, but I had patience. I knew eventually I would have all of him.
He struggled under me, trying to free himself, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed.
He fought me harder. “You promised you wouldn’t… Please…”
I’d enjoyed his earlier fear of my power, but this fear was too sharp, too real. I leaned over him, running my tongue along the shell of his ear. “Trust me. I don’t break my word.”
I felt him shiver under me, but he quit fighting.
“I want you to know what you’re missing.” I worked my hips again, sliding my cock between his ass cheeks. Seconds later, he started working his hips against the bed again. “You’re still not allowed to come until I tell you.”
“Can’t,” he whined. “Can’t hold back.”
“Yes, you can.” I lifted myself onto my hands and knees. “Turn over.”
He continued to work himself against the bed. I slapped his ass hard enough to make him cry out. That had him scrambling to obey me.
When he was on his back, I lowered myself once again, lining our cocks up so mine stroked over his. Henri gasped and arched up, trying to get more friction. I took hold of his hips and pushed them to the bed. “I’m controlling this.”