Just One Taste (Topped #2)(61)

“Because you love me.”

Something scratchy was laid on her back and she had to keep very still so she didn’t lose it. Eric liked to play this game. He turned her back into his sexual prep table. “Because I love you. Because I finally figured out that what we have is worth fighting for. Even if it means I have to fight your own stubbornness.”

He chuckled. “Well, my love, you would understand the word. Don’t move. I need to get you warmed up.”

She expected him to spread her cheeks, but a callused hand moved around her hips, finding her clitoris. The man knew exactly how to touch her. It felt so good she wasn’t about to tell him that she was already hot for him. Taking that monster cock of his in her mouth had done the trick. The taste of him lingered on her lips.

He rubbed the pad of his finger over and around, building the sensation while she was forced to remain still or lose whatever he’d placed on her back. What was it? That was all part of the glorious mind f*ck. The implement of her torture/pleasure was right there, but she couldn’t see it.

This was the fight she had every time they played. Deena was forced to give in, to give over to him. It was all right because she trusted him. She could submit to him in this place because he valued her, needed her to lead in other places. They’d found their beautiful balance.

She breathed in, letting the scent of the candles and her own arousal flow over her. There would be challenges to come, but they would always find refuge here. Not always in this room or this club. They didn’t need a specific place. Home was no longer an apartment or a house. It was him. It was them and their life together.

The orgasm built, threatening to sweep over her. That was the moment he withdrew his hand.

She bit back a curse. So close. It had been right there.

“My poor sub,” he said, moving his hand to her back. “Don’t worry. I’ll take you back there, but not yet.”

Bastard. She was dying and she could hear him fiddling with something. The weight came off her back and there was the sound of Velcro pulling apart.

What the hell was he doing? She stared straight ahead at the leather of the chair, her heart starting to pound. No idea. There was no grand light bulb going on in her head, but she knew whatever it was, Eric would make it magical. The man had made her like butt plugs. He could work miracles.

“I bought this for you, for tonight. Your gift tomorrow is a little more practical and I doubt we can write this off our taxes.”

She’d already seen the laptop he’d gotten for her. It would come in handy with her new job. What was the gift he’d bought for tonight? Something soft went around her waist and he cinched it tight before running the apparatus down one thigh and back around.

“This should keep you occupied while I work my way into your sweet ass.”

Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as she felt the first touch of the vibe.

“The straps will hold it in place. It’s a very technologically progressive toy.” He started to move the vibrator inside her, working it in and pulling it out. He must have flicked it on because she could suddenly hear the sound of it moving and rotating.

She went up on her toes as he pressed it up and then she sank back, allowing the toy to fill her up. The vibe worked inside her, moving all around and lighting her up.

A gasp puffed from her mouth because there was no way she could hold off for very long.

He strapped the vibe in, letting the toy f*ck her while he prepped her ass. Her fingers clutched the leather of the chair as she felt cool lube on her warm skin. Hot and cold. Her * was so warm, the vibe working to bring her pleasure while she could feel Eric’s finger beginning to massage her *. The contrast of the two sensations nearly caused her to scream out.

It was too much, but in the best possible way.

“A little more and then you can move,” he promised. “Tell me if you don’t like this, baby. I don’t want you doing anything that doesn’t make you happy.”

“I like it, Master.” He was completely insane if he thought she’d let him plug her for weeks because she was being submissive. “It was weird at first, and now I want it so bad I can’t breathe. Please. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel full.”

Full of him. His toy. His cock. She wanted everything he had to give her.

Something far larger than his fingers began to breach her ass.

Pressure built from inside and out. The vibe worked its magic, gliding over and up and back again. Fucking her in short passes. All the while, she could feel her Master’s cock thrusting and circling and finally gaining ground.

The head of his dick forced its way inside and her breath came in gasping pants.

A jangled, ragged pleasure started to ride over her.

“Do you have any idea how good you feel?” His hands were on her hips, clutching her like she was the only real thing in the world. “So hot and tight and god, I can feel the damn vibrator. Take more. Take more of me. I want you to take all of me.”

She took a deep breath and flattened out her back, offering him the best angle possible. His cock felt so different than the plastic plug. Warm, rigid flesh filled her. He forced his way in, the sensation combining with the pleasure of the vibe. Her whole body felt alive, on fire. Every nerve was awake, every muscle pulsing.

He tugged on her hips and she felt the hot length of his cock deep inside. The vibrator slid over and over while he started to pull out.