20. Yara

Chapter 20

Yara

“ J ames.” His name left my lips in a breathy moan as he pushed a finger into me. Except it wasn’t into my cunt. It wasn’t what I expected, but I accepted the intrusion with the water acting as just enough lubricant, and the vibrator sending licks of static all the way up my spine. It was easy for him to fill me with his large rough finger.

“Marvelous. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

I melted a bit under his praise. I hadn’t expected to like it so much.

To crave it .

An older man offering his approval?

Heady. Intoxicating .

A drop of something I hadn’t realized I needed. It did nothing to quench the vacant well of years of emptiness, but it did act as flint. And each word was a strike against the desire building.

It was propelling me to the edge even faster than his ministrations.

He gently pushed another finger in, stretching me, and I found myself pushing back onto it. Willing him to pump inside me.

“Not yet,” James grunted out. “I’m getting you ready.”

I started to argue, to ask him ready for what, but then he was removing the vibrator.

I rustled in annoyance.

He pulled back his fingers next and tapped me lightly on the ass. “Patience. ”

I felt something new.

“What is—”

He reached down spanking my cunt with his free hand. Directly on my clit. He didn’t let up. Shockwaves of sensual pleasure shot across my nerves. Each smack electrified my body.

Thoroughly distracted and losing myself to this new sensation, the butt plug slid in with little resistance. He had primed me for it.

“Fuck.” The word was a garbled mess that I spoke into the shower’s wall.

He removed his hand from my cunt, teetering me just on the edge again.

My climax was once more just out of reach, and I wanted to turn around and hit the man.

But at the same time I was loving the delayed gratification. I felt as if I was climbing to a height I had never reached before. That each time he let up, I was only a few steps back but then had an entire mountain still to climb.

It was delicious. Addicting .

This man is dangerous.

Steam had long since filled the space, and the water still ran hot, bouncing off my back with stinging pebbles.

Equally, I could feel the heat of his skin, but he wasn’t touching me. Just centimeters kept us separated.

I was beginning to feel self-conscious when he finally spoke.

“I want you to remember your safeword.” His words echoed off the glass wall. “And if you can’t speak, you tap me and I stop. You may think I am the one in control tonight, but Yara, honey, it’s really you.”

My toes curled in pleasure onto the rough tile below, but I didn’t have time to do much more before his hands found my hips, and he grabbed me off the wall, pulling my back flat to his chest .

I hadn’t seen him naked yet, but I could feel the firmness of his muscles, the scratchiness of his hair, the sturdiness of his frame.

I trusted him not to drop me, which was good because a moment later he was shutting off the shower and turning me around to lift me up onto him.

My legs reacted on their own accord stretching to encompass his hips; in doing so, I could feel every move of the plug still inside of me.

I let out a groan of appreciation as it rubbed against my inner walls.

One of his hands moved to my back while the other moved to my ass. His thumb pushed into the plug.

“That’s it. That feels good, doesn’t it? It’s going to feel even better when my dick is pressing against it from the inside.”

I opened my mouth to protest.

His hand on my back opened the shower door and then moved to my jaw, squeezing, and angling my head until I was forced to stare into his eyes.

My cunt throbbed a beat to my rapid heart that was threatening to escape the confounds of my chest.

He was touching me in ways I never thought I would like.

In ways that I didn’t realize I needed.

He walked us carefully to the bedroom. “You’re going to be a good girl. Now let me taste you.” He sat back on the bed, pulling me with him. My knees buried into the soft sheets below, I kept my arms wrapped around his neck. The pressure he was applying on the plug didn’t let up as he used his grip on my face to capture my lips.

He tugged me to him tighter as his full, soft lips moved against mine. They were wet from the shower, but I didn’t care. Everything about this man was dissolving my brain power.

I was his to use. His to fuck .

But it was because I wanted him to. Because I chose this. I was safe in this moment.

This man, this older man, wouldn’t smother me.

He wouldn’t trap me. He wouldn’t hurt me.

He wanted to make me feel good. It was new.

It was powerful.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming mine.

He began tapping on the plug again causing jerks of pleasure to shoot across my nerves. I squirmed against him, but his grip on my jaw didn’t budge.

Finally, when I grew lightheaded, he released my lips.

“You taste like honey,” he murmured. His bright eyes were hooded in lust staring into my very soul.

I felt as if this man could see more than the world could.

That he was looking into my heart.

Uneasiness sparked for a moment, but before I could fall into my thoughts, he was flipping me off him and onto the mattress, catching me at the last minute.

I landed on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed.

“Just like that. Present that cunt to me. I’m going to fill it with my cum and when I’m done and you’re leaking me down your thighs? I am going to clean up the mess.” James’ deep voice was saturated in heat.

I shivered in anticipation. He had already brought me to the edge too many times.

I needed a release.

“Please,” I begged, lifting my ass up more.

“Fuck.” I heard shuffling and then the sound of a vibrator. “Hold this to your clit, I need both hands,” he directed, using one hand to place the toy, finding the right spot immediately .

I used one hand to keep my face off the mattress and the other found the toy. “James,” I groaned out. I was nearing my release again.

“Just like that.” His large, calloused hands found my hips.

He lined up.

And he plunged all the way in; his thick cock stretching me to my limits. I could feel him pushing against the butt plug, and combined with the vibrator, it only added to the buildup of before.

I came unexpectedly, and an uninhibited scream fell from my lips in surprise. “James!” His name left me in a raspy sob.

“That’s it. You’re taking my cock so perfectly. You were made for me. Let me fill you up. Let me test your limits.”

I was still pulsating around him as he began to pull all the way out and slam back in, it was only his sturdy hands on my hips keeping me in place.

“Fuck you’re taking all of me,” he rasped out before he began to push a rhythm into me. It was all I could do to keep the vibrator in place, but I didn’t want to drop it.

Didn’t want to disappoint him.

I needed his approval.

“That’s it, just like that. Fuck, Yara. You’re so small. How are you taking me like this?”

I whimpered as he sped up his pace, but even still as he skirted the line of pain, I was feeling pleasure more than anything else.

This is everything I didn’t know I needed.

The thought was a mantra that repeated in my head every so often. It kept my self-consciousness at bay, never allowing it to ruin this moment.

He thrust once more, hitting a spot even deeper than before and let out a guttural noise.

He went still, buried fully inside as he filled me.

I expected him to pull out right away, but he didn’t .

“Fuck, feed that greedy cunt. Fill you with my cum. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fill me.” I finally dropped the vibrator and used both hands on the mattress to push myself further onto him.

“Fuck! Yara!” He yanked me by hips off of him, flipping me over, and slamming back into me.

His bright striking eyes met mine. They were swirling with hunger.

Intensity.

Adoration .

He leaned over me, his hands landing on either side of my head.

I clenched around his length.

“Don’t fucking start with me, little girl.” His face darkened. This wasn’t the businessman I met at dinner.

This was a predator that had finally escaped his cage.

He leaned down licking up the column of my neck, sucking gently on the skin there. He hummed against my skin, and I squirmed underneath him.

He lightly thrust into me as his mouth explored my neck. After a few more minutes I couldn’t help the moans that were leaving me, he was working me towards the edge again, keeping me on a tight line of just teetering onto what I needed. But he wasn’t letting me fall off.

“I think it’s time to clean you again.” His breath tickled my ear.

He finally pulled free from me, but a moment later, he was returning.

His eyes met mine as he pushed something into my cunt.

“Need to plug you up so none of my cum can trickle down your thighs while I clean you. Wouldn’t want you wasting it.”

He reached one firm hand a bit lower, his other finding my clit and rubbing it. I felt a bit of pressure as he removed the butt plug .

He left for a moment, and I heard the water running before he returned. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up before our next round.”