my raised arms, he reaches back under me, parts my ass cheeks with the base of his hand, and rolls two fingertips over my well-lubed sphincter.
I gasp because I’m stretched already, stuffed full of whatever he put there while I slept. His fingertips stretch me even more, until it hurts—so good my pussy throbs. His fingers stroke in deeper. I moan as he draws the warm egg out.
“Oh God.”
I feel like... some kind of fuck toy.
My asshole throbs as I sag; the binds around my upper body keep me suspended, swaying.
“You’re dripping everywhere, Cleo. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a wetter pussy...” With his fingers still in my pussy, Kellan lifts my ankles to his shoulders, and I feel a different pressure at my backside. Something bigger...
“Kellan,” I pant.
His fingers, in my pussy, wriggle encouragingly. “Relax and take a deep breath, Cleo.”
I do as he says, and let out a low grunt-groan as something thick and hard slides into my ass. It spreads me wide, stinging even as the pressure of it inside lights up all my nerve endings. At first the sensations tell me it’s his cock, but then I sway a little in the harness, and I realize that’s not possible.
His fingers, still inside my pussy, stroke. I press my heels against his shoulders, trembling slightly as I move my ass in time with the throbbing pressure inside.
Kellan slides his fingers out of me, and I want to scream. He lets my legs down, comes between them, parts my puffy lips with his fingers, and wraps one arm around me, holding my lower body in place while he works his hard, thick cock into my cunt.
I’m at his total mercy. Swaying slightly. Stuffed. Invaded. His arms coil around my waist to keep me locked against him as he fucks me... brutally. So hard and good I start to cry.
“You’re so big...”
“You’re so tight.”
“It hurts,” I gasp.
He pauses his thrusting, long enough to look me in the eye.
“It’s good,” I moan.
“It hurts me good, too.”
His arms around me squeeze a little, and he clasps his mouth down on my throat. His thrusts are hard—so hard and deep. I feel the frenzy of his breathing in my breasts.
He thrusts harder, and I groan.
He squeezes my hips as his cock plunders me, moving with strong, punishing strokes. I’m so aroused, I feel almost ill. Then he slides his hand down my flank, walks his fingers over my ass cheek, and pushes his palm hard against the end of the dildo.
I see stars.
He barks, low and loud, and I can feel his dick surge inside me, followed by the warm rush of his cum filling the condom.
He lowers me onto the mattress and then frees me from the harness. He licks me up and down my swollen slit, and then he wipes me with a warm, damp cloth.
He rubs my temples and my forehead. He kisses my hair, and whispers, “Thank you, Cleo. Sloth.”
And when I’m half asleep, he leaves.
He doesn’t know I’m awake when he comes back. He doesn’t know I feel him wrap his arms and legs around me.
IF THAT WAS NO-ATTACHMENTS sex with an acquaintance, I don’t want to make love, ever.
I wake up like a Georgia kid on a snow day: excited as hell, a little daunted—oh, and really sore everywhere below the belt from kinky sex and a big dildo.
For a while I just lie there, looking at the canopy and wondering what it says about Mr. Perfect that he bothered to put the damn thing back up after harness time was over. When I finally get the energy to roll from my back onto my side, I realize I really have something to chew on.
I’m not crazy. I swear. But... these sheets are not the same as they were. Right, like I’m saying they are not the same set of sheets I last saw on this bed. Those were cream. These are brown.
No, like seriously.
Oh my God, did he change them? Because of me? The thought makes my cheeks burn.
I throw an arm over my head, and wonder if I can sneak out of his house and run away.
Where is he now?
I remember him slipping onto the bed with me and curling himself around me. I was almost asleep at the time, but I held off going totally under for a little while, just so I could feel him tucked around me. Brennan didn’t do that. He never wanted to touch me unless it was