CHAPTER 45

If he didn’t move soon, she was going to scream. If he didn’t make her come, she was going to go mad with want.

His cock impaling her was like a brand, a delicious intrusion she wanted to stroke herself on until she shattered into a million sparkles of pleasure. But he wouldn’t let her move. She sensed his need to control her, even punish her. Was he angry? Afraid of his feelings? Unsure of hers?

Yes, her fearless commander was afraid. And the knowledge drained her desire to fight him or challenge him for control. Her body softened in submission, and his eyes darkened with triumph.

“On your knees,” he growled.

“What?” she blinked in confusion.

He yanked his cock from her pussy, and she cried in protest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you again. As soon as you get in position,” he promised, palming his cock with one hand while making a circular motion with the other, indicating she should roll over. “Get on your hands and knees, Kalli.”

She was turning over before he even finished the sentence, presenting her arse for his pleasure. He rubbed the head of his cock through her wet folds but didn’t penetrate her.

Caressing her arse with a possessive touch, he leaned over, letting the head of his member slide into her. She moaned, sure he was going to impale her now, but he had only leaned over to grab some pillows, and his cock slipped out when he straightened. She huffed in frustration.

The next moment, he stuffed two pillows under her hips. “To make you comfortable,” he explained. “You’ll be in that position for a while.”

She didn’t mind. In fact, it was nice.

She yelped as his finger interrupted her sensual musings. It slid through her crack, caressing another entrance to her body. One until now unexplored.

“What have we here?” he asked, and she thought he meant her arsehole, but he leaned forward again, and she noticed what he had spotted. His hand closed over a smooth metal cylinder half hidden by the covers. Her dildo. She had used it last night before falling asleep and had forgotten about it this morning when she made her bed.

“Have you been using this?” he demanded.

She looked at him over her shoulder and raised a brow, refusing to feel embarrassed about her needs.

“I see. You are a naughty wench, aren’t you? What if I use this on you?”

It was tempting. Her dildo vibrated and was very effective at... But no. “I would rather have the real thing, if you don’t mind.”

He chuckled. “Oh, you’ll definitely have the real thing.” As if to give her a taste, he slipped the head of his cock in again. Her greedy pussy clenched around him. “I meant in addition to the real thing.”

It took a second for her muddled brain to catch his meaning. “Oh, you mean...”

“Yes, here.” He tapped the smooth end of the dildo against her rear entrance, and she tensed at the unfamiliar sensation.

“You’ve never used it like this?”

“N-no,” she replied, torn between anticipation and trepidation.

“Would you like to? I’ll make it really good for you.” His voice was sultry with promise. Temptation washed over her, but she was nervous. And in her current state of arousal, she feared she was not thinking clearly.

“How do you know it will be good? Have you ever tried it yourself?”

A pause. She’d got him there. “No, but I’ve used it on another. And she liked it.”

“Parbots don’t count,” she said, gasping when he turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her swollen clit.

“She was not a parbot.”

The vibrator slid over her clitoris, providing abundant stimulation, getting slick with her own juices. This was enough. She didn’t need that inserted in her arse. If she could just... She rolled her hips, trying to assuage the need in her core. He slipped in farther, and she moaned, but then he once again held her hips in place, moving away from her and removing the stimulation of the vibrator.

“You disobedient wench. I said don’t move.”

“Damn you!” she exclaimed in frustration.

The maddening man only chuckled. “So, what’s it going to be?” he asked, sliding the toy over her clit again.

At this point, she would do anything just to get off. She was that far gone. “Fine. But if I don’t like it—”

“I’ll stop at once.” He bent over her, sheathing himself in her to the hilt, covering her body with his, bracketing his arms on each side of her supine body. His mouth roved over her ear, eliciting goosebumps all over her skin, even before his words melted her heart. “Don’t you know that all I want is to pleasure you? To love you?”

If she hadn’t been in love with this man, she would have fallen at that moment. The mixture of tenderness and hardness. Possessiveness and vulnerability were her undoing. They may not be perfect. Their relationship might not be perfect. But he was her perfect mate.

He started moving then. In her, over her, his hands touching her with tender expertise, eliciting pleasure from her willing flesh. All thoughts flew from her head as her awareness narrowed on the magic of his finger circling her clit while his hips pumped in a steady, long rhythm.

She had been halfway to her orgasm before, but now he took her the rest of the way, like a sail being propelled by a strong, steady wind. She was racing, flying, exploding in shuddering bursts of sparkling pleasure. Her internal muscles clenched around his girth as she groaned into the bed, the sound drowned by the thunder and rain still falling outside. She was boneless, floating...

“Ready for more?” His dark voice whispered in her ear, and every nerve ending perked up. His to command.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good girl. You came so good around my cock. I think you deserve more.”

“More?”

“Oh, yes. You got lube?”

“In the drawer.”

A moment later, a thin stream of cool lube was drizzled on her ass. He poured liberally and massaged it into her crevice. Was it wrong that a tingle of excitement ran down her spine at his intimate caress?

“Are you ready?” His voice, dark as sin, tingled down her spine.

She could only whimper in response.

His other hand caressed her still sensitized clit, and he repeated the question. More commanding this time.

“Are you ready, Kalli?”

“Yes!”

Her dildo pressed against her opening, and she whimpered and tensed in response.

“Relax.”

Another caress, another swipe of his oiled finger over her clit. He slid the dildo horizontally up and down the crevice between her butt cheeks, letting her get used to it. The sensation was relaxing and arousing at the same time. Soon her breathing stuttered, and she was panting for more.

The smooth head of her dildo slipped inside. It burned a little, and it felt strange, but his hand continued the delicious stimulation of her clit and the burning sensation passed. Another whimper. She wanted more but wasn’t sure she could take more. She was so full...

“Dariux,” she begged. For what, she didn’t know. But he seemed to know exactly how much to give her, and how to relax her to take more.

“You are taking it so well, love. It’s almost all the way in. Do you like it?”

She hoped he was not expecting a response, because coherent speech was beyond her at this point. She whimpered and nodded her head. He slid it in a bit more until she felt the flared base right against her opening.

“That’s it. You took it all the way to the hilt. Such a good girl.” He moved slowly, thrusting in and out of her in measured movements. Allowing her to adjust to the sensation. And then he turned the vibration on. The sound she made was almost inhuman. Something between a growl and a moan.

“Oh fuck, Kalli, I can feel it vibrating against my cock. It feels so good.”

His fingers on her clit picked up the pace, moving at the same tempo as his cock. Her breasts rubbed against the bed with the rocking of his hips. She was so full, stretched to the max. The stimulation from the vibrating dildo while he moved inside her was too much. Everything was too much, coming from every direction. She was climbing, climbing.

“Yes! Squeeze my cock. Milk me, darling.”

She was almost there, so close...

“Come for me,” he rasped.

The needy order was like an aphrodisiac to her ears, ratcheting up her pleasure, taking her over the edge, flinging her into space.

She screamed her ecstasy into the mattress as she came and came. Her orgasm was so strong she thought she might pass out. Somewhere in the middle of the conflagration, she heard his guttural growl of pleasure mingling with her cries as his cock spasmed inside her.

It was delicious. It was transcendent. Glorious.

But not as good as what he did next.