My eyes are closed, and I'm not paying attention to anything except for his fingers pushing in and out of me, and the wet sounds my body makes. Something wet and cool slicks over my pussy and I writhe in surprise as he works more oil over my folds and then dips down to my backside. "You'll need this good and slick, too, little light."
He presses a fingertip against the entrance to my body there and I shift, not entirely sure if I like it or not. "Why?" I pant. "I thought—"
"Because I have a little something for you there, too." The smile he gives me is pure evil.
"Oh no," I moan.
"Use your word," he says cheerfully, pulling something new out of that hateful, hateful box. Sure enough, it's a matching plug for my backside. It's the same sort of marble, with a T-shaped handle on one end. The plug is tapered at the tip and wider at the base like a teardrop, and even though it's not that big, I shudder at the sight of it. Kassam waves it in front of my face. "Unless you say something, we'll go with this first."
"Kassam," I pant, squirming as he rubs the head of the plug through my folds. "I don't know—"
"I do. You wished to one-up, did you not? I can play this game, too." And he pushes the plug against the entrance to my backside.
I go still, moaning at the invasion.
"Relax," he tells me in a gentle voice, one big hand on my stomach. "Relax and let your body take it."
It feels like too much. I've never done this, and I'm not sure I like it. But Kassam watches me with those gorgeous silver eyes and murmurs how beautiful I am, and how much he likes playing this game with me, and then before I know it, the plug is entirely in. I wriggle on the bed, frowning to myself as I try to get used to the sensation. I'm not entirely sure I like it. It's…a lot. It didn't look very big outside of my body, but inside it feels, well, like an immovable object has been stuffed in a place it doesn't belong, and no amount of wriggling is going to free it.
Kassam reaches between my thighs and gives my slippery clit a caress, and everything inside me jolts to awareness. I suck in a breath, because the reflexive clench of my body made that plug feel…intense. "Are you all right, little light? Do you want to stop playing and acknowledge that I have won our game?"
I glare at him, jerking my hands ineffectively against the bonds. "You haven't won squat."
His eyes gleam, predatory, and he gives my clit a very slow, tantalizing circle that makes my pussy clench around nothing at all. "Does that mean we are still playing?"
I pant, lifting my chin defiantly.
"Ah, my sweet, beautiful Carly," he says with a chuckle. "How I love that you are my anchor. I would rather do this with no one else."
As declarations of love go, it kinda stinks, but I still preen at his praise. I love feeling special to him, which is silly, but I can't help myself. I'm in deep and going deeper by the minute. "I'm your wife," I choke out, and practically orgasm when he gives me that satisfied smile.
"Yes," he purrs. "Yes you are."
And then the asshole picks up the dildo.
Kassam runs one oil-slick hand over the shaft of the damned thing, then pours a little more oil on it and works his palm along the length. "You're such a good girl for me," he murmurs. "Even though you're trembling, you still want to do this, don't you?"
I'm trembling? I whimper a response, because I guess I am. I just need him to touch me desperately, and I'm so aroused I can't stand it. I feel like a bomb ready to go off, just waiting for my fuse to be lit. "Kassam," I plead. "Touch me. I'm so close."
"I've got you, little light," he murmurs, and teases the head of the thing around one of my gleaming nipples. I bite my lip, because it feels good, of course, but it's also exactly the wrong end of the body I want him teasing. "So pretty. I don't think I've ever seen something prettier than you like this, eager for me, my Carly." He trails the head of the dildo down my belly, to my navel. "Do you need to come?"
"Yes."
"Did you want to use your word?"
"Fuck no," I blurt out, arching my hips, my hands pulling at the restraints. "Please. Just touch me."
With a wicked grin, he trails it lower, rubbing it over my mound and then using it to part the folds of my sex. He rubs the head of it back and forth against my clit, and I cry out, so close to the edge that I can taste it, only for him to skim away once more. "I tied you up so I could play with you," Kassam says in a light voice. "Aren't you having fun?"