But, holy hell, it felt good, too. The warm skin covering his hips pressed against the heated flesh of my stinging backside, and he ground himself into me. I groaned with both discomfort and dark satisfaction.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’re not scared, you like it. You like how you feel with all that inside you, don’t you? My cock deep in your pussy,” his fingers grabbed the heart of the plug and turned it, “and this in your ass.”
When he began to move, I couldn’t control my moans. They fell from my lips, one after another, making me sound desperate and needy. He was right. So terribly right. I was bound to the spanking bench so I couldn’t hide from my shame, but I couldn’t escape my pleasure, either.
He was panting in no time, and his thrusts quickened to a steady, controlled pace. The bench creaked with his movements, but most of the time it couldn’t be heard over me. My lower body was in ecstasy with the different sensations, and I gave myself over to them as willingly as I gave myself over to him now.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
Bliss rolled from my fingertips, down to the ends of my toes as he thrust himself inside, repeatedly hitting the spot I craved. My body moved by its own choice and wiggled on the bench, restless and anxious for release.
But when he slowed and his fingers closed around the base of the plug, my heart ground to a painful stop. I grimaced as the toy was retracted and thudded to the carpet. Luka wasn’t moving inside me, but he was pulsing.
I pinched my eyes tightly shut as he withdrew. Footsteps carried him away and there was rustling. I didn’t want to know what he was doing. Anxiety gripped me so tightly, it squeezed out a panicked noise.
“Pi,” he demanded. “Go.”
Chapter
Twenty-One
I forced myself to picture the numbers, and began to recite them in a trembling voice. It pitched upward when he touched my clit, and something slipped inside my pussy. It wasn’t buzzing this time, but I recognized it from before. The black U-shaped vibrator.
“Shit,” I said, realizing I’d lost my place.
“Start over.”
I lost my place a second time when he uncapped the lube and smeared more of the cold, thick liquid on me. “Wait,” I pleaded, so nervous my throat closed up.
“Focus.” His hand rested at the spot right where my cheeks began, and there was a noise as his other hand lubed himself, preparing. “I want to hear how far you perfectly memorized it.”
“Three point one four,” I whispered, drawing in a deep breath.
And then he was there. Not just with his dick pressing against me, but with his words, reciting the numbers along with me. The pressure built and the burning stretch was worse this time, but his voice was steady, keeping me on track.
Distracting me as he pushed the head of his cock inside. I gasped at the aching discomfort, but he pressed on, chanting the numbers in unison. I tried to reach back to stop him, but the cuffs held me still. I came to the end of the string of numbers, unable to think of anything else. Only the sensation of him owning me.
“Jesus Christ, it’s so fucking tight.”
I was going to fall apart. Fracture into a million pieces until there was nothing left. But he moved in slow strokes, pushing just a little deeper each time.
“It hurts,” I whispered, not sure what good it would do. He’d told me to tell him that our first time, so maybe—
Holy fuck.
He reached between our bodies and squeezed the vibrator, activating it. The steady buzzing was a magnifying glass on my pleasure. A cry tore from my parted lips, filled with surprised enjoyment.
Luka’s breath came and went, deep yet rapid. I didn’t have to ask if he liked this, it was evident by his moans, and he didn’t have to ask me either. The vibrator shook away the discomfort, and as he buried himself all the way inside, I felt the first wave of pleasure threatening.
I could like this. Holy crap, I could come from this. The longer he continued to ease his dick inside and out, made me believe. Powerful need consumed and took over. I gasped as he found a rhythm we both seemed to enjoy.
“Does it hurt now?” he whispered.
“No.” I answered as quickly as possible, focusing on the heat building in my core. I hungered for the release clawing its way up. I didn’t give a fuck about how wrong or dirty it was. He had me pinned down, completely at his mercy, and the sordid part of myself liked everything about this experience.
My moans swelled as he moved faster. My body was firing on all fronts, heading toward ecstasy, ready for him to cast me over the edge. When I swiveled my hips, I found I could press the vibrator up against the padded bar and position it exactly as needed. Oh, shit!