He kept on going, staying with me as my climax spun me through pleasure. I felt so owned and possessed by him. I was his to do with as he pleased.
My pussy pulsed around his fingers, gripping him over and over.
He finally slowed, then stopped. He kissed me, though I struggled to kiss him back. I was panting hard.
“I love the grip of your cunt when you come,” he whispered. “It’s like it’s pulling me into you, deeper, higher. I want to be in you, part of you, Freya.”
“Yes,” I managed. “I want that too.”
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
He smiled and his eyes flashed. “All of you?”
“Yes…all of me.”
“Good.”
He lifted up and stepped away.
I was still struggling to catch my breath and my heart was thudding. For a moment I stared at the wooden ceiling and an electric light designed to look like candles set in an iron frame.
Then I was aware of him back between my legs and the trickle of oil through my folds.
A low moan rumbled through my chest. He wasn’t finished with me yet. Nowhere near. Jonathan had stamina for fucking. He also had stamina for foreplay.
“Relax,” he said softly. “While I take all of you.”
A firm pressure touched against my asshole.
Oh God.
“Let me in,” he said, setting his palm over my mound. “Into you…here.”
The pressure increased, my hole opened around whatever was being inserted into me. It wasn’t his fingers—it was cool and smooth and growing in diameter.
I moaned and closed my eyes, concentrated on staying relaxed and beating away a small nip of pain.
“Fuck, yes,” he murmured. “Take it, sub.”
“Oh…it’s so…” When would it stop? It was too much… “Master.”
“Nearly there.”
The slickness continued, my ass filling, then whatever it was popped into me, my hole clamping around a bar to stop it going farther.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, “And now, with this butt plug in, when I put my cock into your pussy it’s going to be so tight, so fucking amazing.” He slid two fingers into my pussy. “Yes, can you feel that?”
“Jonathan!” Damn, would he even fit his cock in there? I was so full already now that my ass had the plug.
“But not yet,” he said, withdrawing and coming to stand at the side of the bench. “There’s more to be done.”
Chapter Six
I groaned, wondering what Jonathan’s erotic imagination still had in store for me.
He scooped up my left breast, taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucked, then nibbled, his teeth applying just enough pressure to make me squirm. And then something tight clamped over it.