twenty times louder than usual, even as I tried to keep it quiet and shallow. Owen added a second finger as soon as the first was completely slippery, and I failed to stifle my groan.
"Please," I whispered, nuzzling against Owen's ear as he bit gently on the muscle of my shoulder.
"I should let you come," he said.
"Yes!"
"But I'd rather you do it on my cock."
I swallowed my whine and let my head fall back onto the shelf, staring up at the glow of the candlelight barely illuminating a darkened discolored painting over the ceiling.
"It doesn't hurt?" Owen asked.
I shook my head quickly. "Add another."
I was growing used to the feeling of being filled, or rather, growing addicted to it, and I arched in place as Owen pressed a third finger into me. His hands were bigger than Cosmo’s, and this was a new and beautiful stretch. I wanted to ride his hand like I had with Cosmo, but I was already at the very edge of keeping my balance. His fingers twisted inside of me, and my head fell back to the shelf with a thunk, hair bumping into dusty books as my mouth parted on a silent cry. Owen's fingers could barely move inside of me. The stretching sensation was a heavier version of Cosmo's initial intrusion, but with a little wiggle, my silence broke with a ragged moan.
The fingers dragged out of me with perfect, agonizing slowness, my body trembling with every tiny retreat, my chest heaving as I attempted to catch my breath. I lifted my head and Owen was there, his tongue thrusting into my open mouth, licking and battling against my own as his hands rustled between us, occasionally nudging me lightly. I was ready to jump down from my forced position on the shelf when I finally felt the fat, blunt head of his cock pressing against me, sliding in my wetness.
"I want you to watch, Mistress," Owen breathed, and my head dropped forward, my skirts bunched just high enough to reveal my naked sex and his massive cock poised to take me. "But you must be quiet," he added, one arm wrapping around my waist.
His other hand, the one with the fingers that had been inside me, raised to my mouth. I thought he meant to cover my lips to stifle my cries at first, until he forced the fingers I'd taken in my sex between my lips, filling my mouth with my own tart flavor. My eyes widened, and I moaned around his fingers, sucking on them roughly and making Owen grin. He might be the one to call me Mistress, but he excelled at mastering me.
I didn't bother trying to stay quiet, and I don't think Owen really meant for me to, because his smile grew wider as he began to thrust his way into me, my sex resisting the thick intrusion for a moment before giving him passage. I was loud and eager, fascinated by the overwhelming sensation of being stuffed by him. It was at the threshold of pain, but Owen was gentle and patient.
"Watch," he reminded me, and my eyes dropped.
My sex was red, and some of the wetness was glinting from the high candlelight as I watched him push and retreat, growing shining and slick with every short thrust. The deeper he went, the closer he moved until his chest blocked my view. His fingers pressed down on my tongue and his hips rolled, demanding every nerve inside of me to feel him, and my eyes fell shut. Tightness turned into a pulsing, pounding feeling, even as Owen remained still, slowly sinking upwards into me.
"You can only take so much of me like this," Owen said, and I groaned at the thought that there might be more, both wary and craving to learn it. "Do you like it?"
I nodded rapidly, sucking and licking on the fingers in my mouth, and Owen rewarded me by starting to fuck. The first real thrust, and I was breathless. The second, and I cried out, stunned by the places he reached inside of me. Cosmo had made sure to stimulate my clit, but Owen ignored it entirely, and the pleasure was heavier and less sharp, but also more uncertain. I didn't know if I would come, but I enjoyed the overwhelming drive and stretch of him inside me all the same.
My hands and feet slipped on the wood as I started to sweat. I wanted to move. To drag Owen down