“Sexual sounds are permissible.”
“Okay. But you got me last time for saying ‘oh.’ Isn’t that a sexual sound?”
“No. ‘Oh’ is a word. ‘Oh God’ are words. ‘Yes, Braden, yes’ are words.”
“But those words are indicating that I’m enjoying myself.”
“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.