Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

His

"Okay. Let's get started," Aiden said under his breath.

I heard rustling and footsteps, saw some shadows on the wall, then felt gloved fingers delving between my cheeks as liquid dripped onto my skin.

"Oh." I said, startled at the cool temperature.

Aiden's fingers stilled, and I remembered his order to be quiet. I kept my mouth shut as they resumed, spreading lube all along my cleft, down to my balls and over my distended cock as I closed my eyes and tried to be silent.

"You can make noise, Fletcher. Just no talking. I like to hear your reactions to what I'm doing."

In response, I gave a little moan as he traced my hole and spread tons of lube around it. Without warning, he pressed his finger against me and slipped inside, all the way to the knuckle.

I made a noise of surprise and pleasure, my thighs trembling as he probed me, caressing my insides as if he needed to know everything about me. When he brushed his fingertip over my prostate, I made a high-pitched whine.

"Mmm," he said.

Then he did it again.

"Ahhh." My instinct was to curse at how good it felt, but I held back, leaving my mouth open and stuttering breaths as he twisted his wrist and prodded me everywhere.

"Okay. Now for something bigger," he said, sounding like a kid getting ready to grab the most substantial donut off a plate. "We're going to play with some very fun toys, my darling. You'll like them."

"Yes, Sir." My heart swelled at the endearment, surprised at how good it felt.

I concentrated on the heady sense of submission and being under someone else's absolute control, so that I literally couldn't screw anything up if I just lay there and let them do what they wanted. We'd already had the hard and soft limits discussion, and I expected Aiden to respect those boundaries.

Something stiff pushed against my entrance. I tried to relax, and after a moment, it slipped in. Only a bit, so I could get the sense of its girth.

"Nice," Aiden said, twirling it back and forth, sending rockets of bliss along my nerves. "Good job."

After I'd accommodated, he pushed it in a bit farther—a moderately sized rubber dildo, by the feel of it. My body received it easily, and the joy of being penetrated that way made me giddy.

"Oh, Yeah. So hot."

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations of having a hard rubber dong inside me, making my nerve endings sing.

"Your ass was made for this. I'm glad I get to play with it."

I was glad, too.

Aiden slipped the dildo back and forth, stretching me in a lazy and confident way, so that all I felt was a delightful stretch and a pleasant invasion. He chuckled at my gasps and sighs, like a pleased athletic coach.

"Mmm. So sexy."

He withdrew the dildo and put it aside. Aiden might as well have blindfolded me, because I couldn't see anything except the wall of implements opposite where I lay. I kept my eyes closed, the better to not be distracted. My focus was entirely on the sensations in my body—the feel of the ropes around my wrists, the stretch in my shoulder muscles, the pressure of the bands around my thighs and ankles, the feel of the pads under my knees and the shifts in air currents on my skin as Aiden moved around behind me.

More lube dribbled down my crack.

A cold shock against my thigh as Aiden pressed something metal against me.

"This is going inside you," he said, moving the object around and pressing its length and shape against the skin of my leg so I could figure it out.

An anal hook. Jesus Christ. A moderately sized steel ball at the end of a hook of slim metal. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.

I whimpered.

"That's the reaction I'm going for. You know what this is."

I whimpered again, and Aiden laughed.

"Oh yeah, you do."

My sphincter clenched and relaxed, eager for the invasion and the sense of helplessness that would come with the serious bondage implement. Daniel and I had never tried one, and once we had Lucy running around, we didn't feel right about storing lots of kinky accouterments in the house.

I swallowed, compulsively pulled at my wrist bindings, if only to feel that delicious sense of powerlessness. I wanted that hook so bad, and I was free to enjoy it without guilt and shame because someone else was choosing it for me.

Aiden chuckled as his gloved fingers stretched me again, then the metal sphere pushed against my opening.

Slowly, very slowly, the width of the metal ball sank into me, as I pushed outward with my muscles to receive it. My sphincter opened wider and wider, and the ball felt bigger than it had looked.

Then, all of a sudden, it sank inside me, and my hole closed on the slim metal hook.

I made a sound of intense pleasure as my body adjusted to the fullness.

"Oh yeah. Jesus," Aiden murmured.

I made soft sounds of pleasure. This was what I lived for, honestly—the sense of fullness, the depravity of having someone put something into me this way. It was exquisite. With the metal hook protruding out of me, adding the sense of being a puppet on a string for my stern, attractive Dom.

I was in heaven.

Aiden swiped more lube around my hole as he poked one gloved finger in alongside the hook. I yelped but relaxed as the feeling of being penetrated by more than one object hit me.

"So pretty, this hole. Prettiest hole I've ever seen, touched, teased," Aiden murmured as he touched and teased it, tickling the edge and slipping his finger in, delighting in my moans and murmurs as I became a mere conduit for his will. The soft tenor of his voice hypnotized me, soothed me and assured me that he was taking all the care that was needed.

I took a breath as Aiden grasped the hook and nudged the ball farther into me. I grunted as Aiden rocked it and twisted it, to make me cry out. Then he settled it again, the ball pushed as deep as it could go, the hook twisting up and over my back.

"My pinioned puppet."

The words. His words broke me and made me his completely.

He rocked the hook so that the muscle stretched and relaxed, completely beyond my control.

Aiden moaned then. "This looks so good. You have no idea."

He pushed his finger carefully in and out again, amplifying every sensation. He played with me for a bit like this, and it was all I could do not to scream with pleasure.

Finally, I felt the pressure of Aiden pulling gently on the hook, and the ball pressing against the muscle from the inside. I relaxed and let it slip out, shuddering at the bursts of bliss that resulted. It felt like a cannonball had exited my body.

I whimpered, drool collecting in the corners of my mouth, even without the gag.

"Fuck." Aiden said, clearly as affected as I was. He pressed the steel sphere, now warm from my body heat, against me again, and this time, I opened for it easily and welcomed it inside me.

I waited, strung out on pleasure, while Aiden attached a length of narrow rope to the handle of the hook and tied it to the D-rings on my wrist cuffs.

"Hoisted by your own petard," he said, spanking my ass. "Naughty slut."

All of a sudden, Aiden was beside the bench at my head, peeling the gloves off and gazing at me with intensity. Was he done with me?

He leaned down and crossed his arms on the spanking bench, so that his face was level with mine.

"Hey. How are you?" He smiled. "You can talk now."

"Good. So good," I breathed. "Are you stopping?" My voice sounded dim and far away.

"Only re-evaluating the situation," Aiden said, staring at my mouth with malicious intent.

Oh fuck. Oh God. Oh yes.

He straightened with a languid ease.

I licked my lips and struggled in my bindings. The ball of the hook filled me, reminding me of my lowly place, as Aiden's fingers went to his belt then the buttons of his fly. He pulled his swollen cock out.

"Do you want this?" he asked, in a seemingly benign and disinterested way, as if he were offering me the last piece of pie.

"Yes, Sir. Please. Please, Sir. Yes." I was mumbling and incoherent with desire, for the need to be used and stuffed at both ends. I wanted it with the deepest fiber of my being.

"Huh," he said. "Open your mouth."

I'd parted my lips before he'd finished talking, sticking my tongue out in eagerness.

He didn't smile, but stepped forward and slapped the wet head of his cock on my chin, my lower lip, my tongue. He lifted it away and smeared my cheek with the fluid that had collected at the tip of his exposed glans, all the while gazing at me with contrived contempt.

"I don't know if you deserve it, really," he stated with a frown.

"No, Sir," I whispered, my eyes closed as I reveled in my debasement, the scent of Aiden all over me. I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go.

"Keep that mouth open."

He laid his cock against my tongue, his own mouth open as he gazed down on it. He cursed and rocked the head back and forth over the flat of my tongue as I tried not to drown in anticipation.

"All right, pretty slut. Take it if you want it," he said, letting go of his dick and sliding it forward. His right hand grabbed my hair to keep me still, even though I couldn't move much because of the collar.

I choked and coughed at the sudden invasion, as he pushed himself roughly in and out of my mouth. He pulled back so I could recover and left just the crown in while I swirled my tongue over it.

Aiden sighed and continued in earnest, fucking my throat as I breathed through my nose, the wet sound of flesh on flesh a tasty soundtrack to my ravishment.

"Oh God," he gasped, fucking my mouth harder. He was close, his movements quick, his cock so hard it felt like solid steel. He stuttered, as I breathed and choked, choked and gasped—and made desperate sounds of encouragement.

I kept my eyes shut to fully enjoy the way it felt to be used like this, fucked like this, but I imagined him looking down with wide, dark eyes as he tipped over the edge with a deep groan, and hot spunk filled my mouth, coated my tongue and slid down my open throat.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," was all he said as he came, but his steady thrusts slowed down and stilled as he emptied himself into me.

"Swallow it all, my pretty slut."

I closed my mouth but opened my eyes and did what he'd asked, eager to consume what he'd given me, honored to have been his vessel. I was floating and strung out on a wire of intense desire, waiting, hovering in subspace, incapable of speech or coherence.

"Such a good, good slut," Aiden said, stroking my neck and my chin and dragging a finger across my semen-soaked lips. I parted them, and he pushed his finger into my mouth for me to suck.

"Mmm. I love your sweet mouth so much."

I whimpered, quaking with need, unsure if I'd get any kind of satisfaction.

Aiden withdrew his finger and stood, tucking his cock away and fastening his pants. The smug expression on his face was everything.

He moved behind me again. God, now what?

The crop cut the air with a swoosh before it struck my ass, causing my inner muscles to contract around the steel ball that I'd almost forgotten. I groaned, and my cock dripped. Aiden tapped my balls, just enough to alarm me and to mix fear into my arousal.

"I want to milk you," Aiden said, with breathless enthusiasm. "I want to milk the jizz out of you, my sweet slut, like you're an animal come to stud and I need your semen for my breeding program. What do you think about that?"

I whimpered as my brain turned to mush, and Aiden chuckled.

"Jesus. You almost melted on the spot."

He untied the hook from my wrist cuffs and slowly eased it out of me. But at almost the same instant he was pushing it into me again. My body opened with ease as Aiden pressed the hook into me the other way around, with its' arm between my legs and lying alongside my erection.

He'd flipped the hook around. I didn't understand why until he rocked it against my prostate.

I hissed like a leaked balloon, and lots of things happened at once.

Aiden rocked the ball of the hook against my prostate with one hand and wrapped his other around my cock, jerking it in a rough and hasty way as I trembled with tension.

"You can come," he said.

He rocked the steel ball against that sensitive spot, and in a matter of seconds I was spurting and shaking and screaming, my body convulsing out of control—the intensity of it taking me by surprise. In a way it was frightening. But Aiden had me, and he kept up his steady movements until he'd milked me of every ounce, drained me of all my pent-up desire and utterly erased anything that was left of my will.

I was nothing. I was everything. I was a tiny speck on the floor of existence. I was the universe itself.

It took me a long time to come back to reality.

Aiden must have unbound me from the spanking bench and helped me over to the bed, but I had no memory of it when I opened my eyes.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Not long enough to scare me. But if you hadn't come to just now, I might have started to worry," Aiden said, gazing down on me with relief.

"Does that…happen a lot?" I asked.

"It depends, right? That scene was pretty intense."

"Yeah. Fuck, it was. It was perfect."

He smiled. "I'm so glad you think so! That makes me happy."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I loved every minute of that." He reached over and brought the open bottle of water to my lips. "Here. Drink."

I swallowed a few gulps of water then Aiden drank some. He put the bottle on the table and spooned me from behind.

"You still have all your clothes on," I murmured.

"Yes, and you're naked…the way I like it."

I huffed and snuggled closer. "Pervert."