14.Right Where I Want You

14. Right Where I Want You

My back hits the black comforter covering Liam’s bed when he tosses me down, and suddenly, I’m staring at the ceiling.

Liam's muscular form covers mine a second later as he presses his weight onto me, his blue eyes burning with desire. It’s too early for the moon to be out since we’re doing this in the middle of the afternoon.

He has to control me the ‘old-fashioned way’ without his powers. The shine in his eyes doesn’t match the glow of the moon, but the hunger in his gaze seems nearly as bright as his magic.

"God, you're gorgeous," he growls, "just wanna fuck your brains out. "

“Really?”

He grins devilishly, dimples appearing on his handsome face. "I promise."

Liam creates enough space between us that he can start removing my clothes. In no time at all, he leaves me naked and exposed beneath him.

Which means he has to step back and admire his work. I start squirming instantly as his eyes rake over every exposed inch, but the flush on my face hasn’t even spread to my chest when he turns and heads to the closet.

Huh. Liam and predictable don’t mesh together well when he’s like this, but several things are unexpected.

"Wait, you're not restraining me?"

He pauses at his closet, an eyebrow raised. "Oh, do you like being tied up?"

"You normally tie me up," I reply, my cheeks heating up more.

"You didn't answer me," he points out, returning to the bed with his hands hidden behind his back. What does he have planned?

"…I don't like it as much as you do," I admit.

"What a diplomatic, evasive answer," he teases, his eyes narrowing playfully. "Soon you'll be much too wrecked for evasiveness or diplomacy."

" Mmm, because you're going to be inside me.”

"I am."

Liam reveals the item in his left hand, a bottle of lube. He tosses it, and the bottle bounces slightly on the bed right as I realize I should have tried to catch it. I try to pass the bottle back, but he insists. "This is why your hands are free, in case you need them to help you open yourself up for me."

"M-me? I’m going to… you're going to w-watch me?" I stutter out.

The dom smirks, revealing a handheld toybox in his other hand. As he opens it, he starts placing an array of metallic sex toys on the bed beside me. My eyes widen as I see dildos and plugs ranging from only a few inches thick to much longer, larger ones. The metallic properties of the toys would allow me to control them all with my powers.

His powers may be weakened during the sun’s reign, but he can still order me to use my own magic as much as he desires.

The longer I stare at the collection of metallic sex toys, my face flushes and my cock hardens as I get an idea of what will be expected of me.

"You're allowed to use your hands only to insert or remove the toys and adjust them. Your magic should do most of the work." He has given me a variety of toys to choose from. "Start with the smaller sizes and work your way up," he suggests, enjoying how he's stunned me.

I bite my lip, hesitating as I look down at the collection on the bed.

“Something wrong?" he asks.

"I want you inside me," I confess in a whisper.

"I will be, once you're ready for me."

Taking a deep breath, I pour some lube onto my fingers and start slicking up one of the smallest dildos to start with. It’s longer than a finger but about the same width so it seems like a good starter option. I can’t look at Liam as I bring the toy to my entrance with my hand. The flush on my face must be spreading to my entire body.

With the toy positioned, my eyes cut to him on instinct, and he nods. I let go, using my magic to slowly slide it inside me. I gasp as the toy penetrates me, though it also takes some adjustment to learn how to do this with my magic instead of my hands. I go about as far as I'd be able to with my own fingers, not pushing it in all the way until I adjust.

As I continue working the dildo, I steal glances at Liam. His expression remains stoic, but the bulge in his slacks tells me just how much this is affecting him too. The toy begins to warm inside me, and I let out a soft moan as it slides deeper.

Once I manage to insert the toy nearly all the way, Liam clears his throat and the toy freezes in place. I groan as it holds me open, and he can see it all.

"Use a bigger one," he instructs.

The next size up is right there. My hands graze the cool surface before I skip over it, moving up a few sizes. A dark blue dildo catches my attention. Decorated with a star design, the toy starts smaller and gets thicker, about the width of three of Liam’s fingers.

With the stars and length, it’s easy to imagine the toy is him .

I think he approves of the choice because he opens the lube for me and puts some in his hand. All I have to do is bring the toy to him and he slicks it up when it floats over.

With a deep breath and a rush of magic, the toy returns to me. I push the dildo inside, moaning as it stretches me further than the previous toy. The metallic sensation combined with the knowledge that Liam is watching me intently becomes too much. I fall back on the bed, legs hanging over the edge. As he comes closer, I spread my legs before he can ask, ensuring he gets the best view.

“Oh,” I gasp as I think about how I look. Naked and shameless with a dildo magically working its way inside me, my hole filled and exposed for his gaze.

Using my power to move the metallic sex toy inside me becomes easier as I adjust to the feeling and using my magic like this. Liam’s eyes on me don’t get easier to adjust to, even as I stare up at the ceiling instead of him.

"Liam," I moan.

I imagine Liam filling me instead, his strong body pressed against mine. The fantasy, soon to be reality, excites me. My cock is hard and throbbing without even being touched. It isn’t long before he tells me to slow down and find another toy.

This time, my eyes zero in on a plug. Once I see it, I can’t help myself. I came across images of this plug during my research and hadn’t imagined it ever being used on me. But now that it’s here in front of me, I can’t look away.

“Fuck,” he mutters when he sees what I’m thinking about.

Yep, I grab the plug. Technically, it’s called a ‘princess plug.’ I have no idea why it wouldn’t be a prince plug for me but that’s just what it’s called no matter what.

The cool metal of the princess plug glides between my fingers, its blue jewel winking at me like a mischievous secret. Liam's grin widens as he watches me with delight. "I bought that especially for you, my dirty little princess."

"Surprised this wasn’t already part of your sex toy collection," I manage to retort as heat floods my cheeks.

"I bought all these just for you,” Liam says. My cock jumps and my heart clenches in my chest, but before I can figure out if his purchases mean anything, he clears his throat and continues. "Not all sex toys are metallic enough, so I had to place a few special orders. You look amazing fucking yourself with metal toys, so I'd say it's money well spent, wouldn't you?"

Even as my body trembles as I bring the lubed-up plug to my entrance and slowly push it inside, I manage to shoot him a glare. "If you keep distracting me, I won't be able to continue."

"Ah, but you will," he counters. "You're my good princess, and you'll do as you're told. "

There are about a million things I never dreamed of being erotic that now turn me on, all of which I’ve discovered with Liam. Him calling me a princess in a husky voice is apparently another of those new interests. The plug sinks in easily after how I've already stretched myself.

"Feel good?"

"Y-yes," I gasp out.

"Looks like it does," he purrs. Liam cups the bulge in his pants, not even bothering to hide his arousal anymore. "Looks like you love having that metal plug in your ass."

"You...you'd feel better.”

"Really? I’d never guess. You're so filthy, fucking yourself on that plug like you can't get enough."

I open my mouth to protest, to remind him that what I really want is him inside me, but he cuts me off with a wicked order.

"Fuck yourself harder."

My magic obeys his command without question, pushing the plug deeper. My breathing grows heavy, my thoughts consumed by the need for Liam to fill me completely, to claim me as his own.

"Please," I beg. "I need you."

“Soon,” he promises. "Maybe you should try a different toy."

"Please, I'm ready," I insist. Liam doesn’t come closer, so I try a different approach. "What if you take over? Will you control the plug? "

“You want me to touch your metal?"

"Y-yes, yes, please."

My hand clenches into a fist on the bed as I struggle not to appear too excited, hardly able to believe my luck as Liam approaches. He leans over me, and his lips descend on the spot on my shoulder where a small patch of titanium lies.

I groan in frustration – he's touching my metal, but not the plug inside me.

"Please, Liam," I whimper, tilting my neck to give him better access to my shoulder. "Touch me."

"Patience," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "You'll get what you want, soon enough."

In response, I wrap my arms around Liam's broad shoulders, pulling him closer as I plead more desperately. "Need you... can't wait any longer. Fuck me, please."

Liam seems caught off guard by my sudden boldness. "What did you say?"

"Fuck me," I repeat. "I need you to fuck me."

The intensity of my plea seems to break through Liam's resistance, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. "Alright, guess I'm a gentleman after all. Just can't let such beautiful begging go to waste."

He leans down, his lips finding the brass metal fused to my hip, sucking on it gently as he taps the plug nestled inside me. I whimper, my body aching for more, my legs spreading wider in invitation .

“Take it out,” he orders. It’s a minor miracle the plug doesn’t fly away and go soaring across the room in my eagerness to obey.

Liam positions himself to replace the plug and sinks into me. We both let out deep groans. When he starts moving inside me, fucking me with strong, powerful thrusts, I feel like I'm losing myself in the pleasure of it all.

"God, darling," he breathes into my ear. "So tight and eager for me."

Oh. I like being called princess more than I ever dreamed possible but darling sounds the best falling from his lips. His words only serve to heighten my need for release, and I find myself begging him to let me come.

He laughs, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Already? I’ve barely teased you at all.”

“Uh, I’m being proactive?”

"You're in luck. I don't feel like waiting anymore either."

With a growl, Liam picks up the pace. I whimper, clinging onto him as he continues to pound into me relentlessly. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, and I shiver at the sudden restraint.

He uses the newfound leverage to drive himself deeper inside me. Each thrust hits my prostate dead-on, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. Moaning loudly, I arch my back and clench around him .

There isn’t much direct simulation on my hard cock, and I'm prepared to beg him to touch me there, if I must. Then Liam adjusts, sliding one hand down until his fingers circle and close around the chain brand on my wrist.

"Oliver," he growls. "You have my permission. Come for me."

Liam squeezes my brand possessively as he continues to fuck me and that’s all it takes. It’s like my brand has a direct connection to my cock, and it feels even more intimate than him touching me anywhere else. My release crashes over me like a tidal wave. The force leaves me breathless, my entire being consumed by ecstasy as I cling to him.

Liam's breathing comes in ragged gasps, his face flushed with desire. He tenses above me with a deep groan, close to his own release. My walls clench around him, urging him on.

"Come inside me, please," I whisper, too fucked out to be embarrassed by begging for his release.

"Oliver," Liam gasps as he spills himself inside me. I feel the warm rush of his release filling me up. I cling onto him tightly, savoring the feeling of being completely connected with him.

He carefully extricates himself from me before arranging my trembling body in the middle of the bed. My head sinks into the plush pillows, and I feel the softness of the sheets beneath me as he gently brushes a stray lock of hair from my face .

"God, you were amazing," Liam praises. "After seeing how well you took that plug, it might become your permanent accessory."

My body trembles at the thought, a mixture of dread and anticipation. I groan softly, already bracing myself for whatever wicked delights he has planned. It doesn’t really matter what those plans are anyway. I’ll gladly follow wherever he leads. I trust him.