“My brother is a fucking fool,” Connor growls. “All of this for the taking, and he threw it away.”
I want to remind him that he, too, has been considering throwing it away, but it doesn’t seem like a good time to say that. Not least of which because I’m desperate to come again, my entire body alive with need, and I don’t want him to stop.
“God, I want to do so many things to you tonight,” Connor murmurs, gently moving his finger where it’s buried inside my ass, thrusting slowly as I get used to the thick feeling. I can’t imagine his cock there instead, but thankfully he’s said already he won’t try that. “I want a plug here,” he continues, “while I paddle your ass red, so that I can look at my handiwork while I fuck you from behind, in your tight pussy with my fingers in your mouth, so all of your holes are filled by me. I want to flog your pussy until you come and then play with your clit while I fuck you in the ass until you come again.” He groans, his finger moving faster now, and I realize to my utter shock thatI’mmoving too, thrusting back on his finger as I grind helplessly against the bench.
And then his other hand slides under me, and I lift my hips, thinking he’s going to touch my clit again and make me come.
He does, but not the way I expected.
There’s a sudden buzzing, and then something hard and cylindrical presses against my clit through the thin wet silk of my thong.
Once again, my orgasm is almost instant.
“Connor!” I yelp aloud, his name tumbling from my lips as he holds the vibrator—because I realize that’s what it is now—against my throbbing clit as he thrusts his finger in and out. I feel drunk on lust, on desire, and I must be. I must be fucking out of my mind to allow this, but it feels so fuckinggood. It’s better every time, and I don’t think of the consequences as I buck against him, writhing on his hand and his finger as I come hard, harder than ever before, with Connor McGregor’s finger in my asshole and a vibrator on my pussy.
It feels too good to think.
The pleasure crashes over me, making me feel as if I’m coming apart at the seams, and it’s only by the barest shred of self-control that I don’t beg him to fuck me. I don’t know how he’s gone so long without touching himself. He’s so hard that he’s nearly tearing out of his jeans, and if he feels even a little like how he’s made me ache tonight—
He must be fucking desperate to come.
There’s a look of triumph on Connor’s face when I start to slump against the bench again. He pulls his finger free, turning towards a small side table to set the toy aside and clean his hands with a wipe and sanitizer. He circles around to my head as I try to catch my breath, still quivering with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and he reaches out to run his fingers over my hair. “Good girl,” he whispers. “God, I’d give anything to have you suck my cock just like this, bound and flushed, at the whim of my pleasure. But for the first time, I think you should have some control.” He bends down, undoing the cuffs at my wrists, and I can’t move for a moment as he goes to unbuckle the ones around my ankles, trying to process what he just said.
Suck my cock.He wants me to—
I could safeword now. It would be a selfish thing to do, considering he just gave me two earth-shattering orgasms, but I could. He wouldn’t force me.
If not—
He’s going to command me to go down on him. I don’t know what I’d expected—he can’t fuck me. Not in my virgin pussy, and not my ass. I would have put a stop to things if he tried that, and he knows it. Not tonight. And the idea that after all this, he’d just jerk off while I watched or let me get away with giving him a handjob—something else I’ve never done, but have a better idea of how to manage?
I’m not stupid, and I should have known he’d demand at least a blowjob.
It doesn’t disgust me. That’s not the problem. If anything, the thought of having him in my mouth turns me on more than it should. It’s just that—I don’t know how. And I’m afraid I’ll disappoint him.
That he’ll think I’m bad at this—at all of it.
I hadn’t realized until just this second how much I want to please him like he’s pleased me.
Maybe there’s a little submissive in me after all.
Connor helps me up off of the bench, as if he knows my knees are weak, and helps me tug my skirt down so that I’m covered. His fingers skim between my thighs as he does, stroking my swollen, nearly bare pussy folds over the silk thong. I realize with dizzying shock that even after all that, he hasn’t really seen me naked. He hasn’t even seen all of my pussy.
And he’s made me come likethat.
I’m in so much trouble.
Connor guides me towards the wing chair and turns to face me, pushing down on my shoulder. “Kneel down on the pillow, Saoirse,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
I obey slowly, my heart feeling as if it’s going to beat out of my chest. “Connor, I don’t know how—”
“That’s alright.” His voice is smoky, wrapping around me, and I can hear the anticipation in it.This is turning him on,I realize with a jolt of shock.The fact that I’ve never done this before isarousingto him.
A little of my fear subsides at that, and I look up at him wide-eyed as he sinks into the wing chair, his legs spread as I kneel between them, eye-level with the thick bulge in his jeans.
“I’ll teach you, little princess,” Connor says roughly. “Now, Saoirse, undo my belt.”