“Yes, I promise.” Myka nodded, all the giggles gone.
“Good.” He ran his eyes up and down her body. “Take off the robe and bend over the bed.”
Myka made an O with her mouth, and he shook his head. “I’m not going to spank you. But I want you obedient,” he added, kissing her neck in the spot she loved. When he let go, Myka dropped the robe where she stood and walked to the bed and leaned over the side of it, resting her stomach and breasts on the smooth sheet, stretching out her hands.
“Legs wider, “Gabriel told her. “You know how.”
Myka opened her legs as wide as she could while still standing, feeling her body open up once again, making her exposed and vulnerable.
“Stay like that.” He went to the dresser and got something from a drawer, and Myka felt her heartbeat quicken. He wasn’t going to spank her, but he was getting something—what was it? When he returned, he put his things on a small side table, and warned her, “Eyes forward, Myka.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied. Sometimes she said sir, sometimes not—it only seemed to matter when he was being dominant with her. But she had never forgotten what he told her that first night, how hearing ‘sir’ on her lips got him hot and turned on, and that’s why she liked saying it, although sometimes in the heat of ecstasy, or the pain of a spanking, she forgot.
Gabriel stripped his sweats again and molded himself to her body, letting his hard cock push against her from behind as he laid his chest along her back and reached under her body to play with her nipples.
“Oh, you feel good,” whispered Myka, wiggling with pleasure. Despite the pain in her ass, feeling his muscular body near hers was a turn-on. He was already so hard. She started getting wet—she was insatiable when it came to him.
“Your body is amazing,” he whispered into the hair at the back of her neck, then smoothed it aside and kissed under it. He stroked between her legs, then reached for one of the items on the table.
“Myka,” he told her, starting to tease her anus with his finger, “I want to fuck your ass.”
Myka stiffened. “Now?” she exclaimed, starting to twist around.
“No, stay. Not tonight,” he said, a smile in his voice, repositioning her. “I want to take you here,” he tapped at her anus gently with his index finger, “but it’s something we need to work up to. Train you into.”
“Train me, you mean like a pet?” Myka’s voice was raised. For some reason, the word train was ugly right now.
“No.” Gabriel seemed to sense that she needed something gentle. “Like a pretty little sex sub who likes it when I stick my finger all the way into her ass when I make her come,” he said seductively. “Who gets off when I use a vibrating butt plug while fucking her. If we do it this way, you won’t be scared when I finally take you there.”
Myka pushed up from the bed and stared at his length. “Put your finger next to it,” she demanded. “Just do it.” He laughed, but laid his index finger on top of his erection.
“Yeah, that’s a little bigger, for sure,” Myka said. “Your fingers feel good. But that will never fit.” Her heart pounded, and although she felt anxiety, she was also turned on by the idea of taking him in her ass. There was something so dirty and forbidden about it, and that made it enticing.
He stroked her arms and breasts, and tucked her back down in front of him. “That’s why we work up to it, ma chèrie. Trust me, it will fit. There are lots of nerve endings there that you’ve never experienced. If I do it right, you might enjoy getting fucked here.” And he tapped the rosette of her asshole once again, making her jerk in surprise.
“I’m going to use this larger plug,” he told her, and Myka heard the click of a cap and the sound of a viscous liquid squeezing out of a bottle, “and lots of lube. Over time we’ll get to the even bigger plug, and then my cock. First, let’s get you ready. More lube than the last time, and I’ll rub it in deeper.”
Myka felt the cool liquid drizzle on her backside, but it warmed as he rubbed it over the entrance to her anus and gently pushed a finger inside her, spreading the lube along her inner passage. She made a little noise, but he continued working his finger inside her, slowly inserting it deeper, massaging the lube into her while he moved. Then he pulled his finger out, dripped more lube onto her opening, and reinserted the finger. Myka made a humming sound and relaxed into his touch.
“How does that feel?” he asked her, pushing his finger farther in.
“It feels good,” Myka said into the blanket, glad her face was hidden.
“Don’t you love when I put my finger in your ass?” he asked her, pushing in and out.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“And if I touch you here too,” he said, moving his other hand to her clit, “and rub like this,” he started a soft stroking motion, “you love that, too?”
“You know I do. Yes, please,” she said, rocking her hips.
“See? Now you’re ready for the plug,” he announced, removing both fingers, and when Myka felt something cool pressing at her anus, she instinctively clenched her ass cheeks together. “Relax your muscles,” Gabriel instructed her, “or it will hurt more going in. Bear down and push back at me. It will glide in more easily that way, understand?”
“Yes,” whispered Myka, gripping the covers near her head, trying her best to relax her cheeks. He pushed, and Myka pushed back as instructed. It felt strange, foreign—much bigger than the previous plug he’d used in the hotel in Maine. And then she felt a sudden burst of pain in a ring around her anus, and she cried out, “Ow? Ow?” in surprise and shock. The burn was incredibly fierce, awful. She shook her hips, trying to dislodge the thing, but in another few seconds the pain faded as the plug sucked into place, the base resting firmly at the entrance to her anus.
“There,” he told her, patting her ass cheeks. “It’s in. Not so bad, right?”
Myka wiggled. It was amazing, in a way, how a plug could hurt so sharply one second, and the pain could be completely gone the next second. It was so different from a spanking, where the pain was sharp and then lingered, fading slowly over a course of hours or days.
This plug definitely was larger than anything she was used to, but it wasn’t unpleasant. “Not so bad,” she repeated, face reddening as she imagined how she looked right now.
“You look fantastic,” he told her, as if reading her mind. “I can barely hold back right now. You look so good with that plug in your ass, your pussy wet, I just want to fuck you right now, good and hard.”
“Yes, do it,” urged Myka in a hoarse voice. Having the plug in her body made her wild.
“Not yet,” he told her. “First we play.” He sat down in the chair beside the bed. “Stand up and get the leather handcuffs in the top drawer of the dresser.”
“You’re going to cuff me?” Myka caught her breath as she stood, heart racing.
“I am. Go.” He pointed across the room. “The plug won’t fall out, don’t worry, even if it’s much larger than you’re used to. But you can clench around it if you like.” He leaned back, legs spread, arms crossed on his chest, watching her.
Myka glared, then slowly walked across the room. The plug pushed and jiggled around as she moved and she was more stimulated than before. It was hard to walk gracefully with this one; she was practically waddling—the tiny one she’d worn to dinner with Brett and Jessie had been nothing by comparison.
“Faster, Myka.” His voice was stern. Myka gulped and picked up the pace, looking back at his unsmiling expression. Her arousal spiked higher.
When she reached the dresser, she slid the drawer open, flushing at the things inside. In addition to the cuffs, there was another crop with a wicked-looking leather tip, a long leather paddle, a long wooden paddle that looked thin and evil, and a flogger. There was also a pretty purple vibrator with a sleek, curved shape.
“Get the vibrator, too,” he told her.
She grabbed the cuffs and the vibrator and shut the drawer, noticing his glance.
; “Do you approve of the other things in there, Myka?” he asked. “They’re all for your sweet ass. Not tonight, of course. But you’ll feel all of those in due time.”
Myka’s pulse accelerated again as she tried to walk smoothly back to him, holding the items. The plug seemed firmly lodged in her body, but she did clench on it, to be sure it wouldn’t slide out. To her surprise, the clenching made the sensations more pleasurable. The girth of the plug felt good. I must be such an anal slut, she thought to herself, and flushed, because she liked the idea of being Gabriel’s anal slut.
When she returned, her breathing was faster and her skin flushed with a slight sweat. Gabriel took the cuffs and told her, “Wrists.” Myka held her hands out, still holding the vibrator in one of them, feeling like a prisoner as he quickly and expertly cuffed her into the leather holds. There was a few inches of give between the cuffs, a link of metal chains attaching leather to leather. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but she felt constricted.
“Lean over the bed on your stomach,” he commanded her. “Keep holding the toy.”
When she was in position, her cuffed hands in front of her face, he started to play with the plug with one hand, teasing her clit with the other.
“Let’s see how you like this,” he told her, grabbing the base of the plug and twisting. Myka gave a stifled cry. It was a strange sensation, with this larger plug. At first it was too much, but as she relaxed her body, it felt good.
He pulled the plug until it released from her anus with a sucking noise, and she felt suddenly empty as her body gaped open before closing. She whimpered, but barely had time to explore the feeling before he was inserting the plug again.
“Don’t push yet,” he told her, as the widest part of the plug expanded her muscles, and Myka moaned as the stretching burn fired along the ring of her anus. This time Gabriel held the plug there for a few seconds longer, letting her wiggle as her ass burned, before pushing the plug further in.
“I’m going to do that a few more times,” he told her in a low voice. “It’s helping to stretch you out. Breathe with the push.” He began fucking her ass with the plug, pulling it out slowly, pushing back in even more slowly, always lingering and twisting it a bit at the widest part on exit and entry, making her gasp and squeak before the burn died down. When she was used to the rhythm, he changed it. “This time I’m going to have you hold it here for a full minute,” he told her. He pulled the plug out, then inserted it until the widest part was stretching her anal ring.
Myka gasped. It was a ring of burning pulsation and she pushed at him, demanding, “Too stingy. Push it all the way in.”
Gabriel lifted her hips up and slid his arm under to cradle her firmly, then refitted the plug the way he wanted it. “One minute,” he told her. “This isn’t nearly as wide as my cock, Myka. It burns, but it’s a good way to prepare you.” The vibrator purred into life as he reached out and pushed the button, then unlocked one of her hands from the cuff. “Reach down and use the vibe on your clit,” he ordered.
Myka adjusted her hips to get the oblong rounded tip of the vibrator into position, and sighed as nerve endings there awoke. She whimpered as he pulled the plug back and held it at the wide part, pushing the vibrator against her clit for solace. “Oh. Ow. Oh.” The dual sensations made her crazy.
Gabriel’s voice was low, mesmerizing. “Let’s do one more minute, chèrie. Are you ready?” He removed the plug, then pushed it between her legs. She tensed up as it started to fill her. “Relax,” he murmured. “I can’t get it in if you clench.”
Myka moved the vibrator back and forth, and was able to relax her ass cheeks so he could get the plug’s widest part into her anus. “Ouch,” she cried out, as the stinging burn surprised her again. She wiggled her hips and focused hard on the vibrator and the sensations in her pussy. Even though the plug hurt her ass, Myka discovered that the sensation of being filled like this drove her insane with need. “Gabriel!” she begged him. “Please, I want you so badly. Can you fuck me now? Please?”
He laughed. “I love how you beg so shamelessly,” he told her. “It’s so uninhibited. And you’re such a dirty girl right now. Look at you, legs spread wide, bent over my bed using a vibrator on yourself, moaning in pleasure because I’m fucking your ass with an anal plug.”
“Please,” wailed Myka, thrusting her hips back at him.
“I like it when you cry for it,” he said in satisfaction, pulling the plug back and pushing it in harder, faster. “First we practice this. Push your hips back at me, when I bring the plug into you.” He dripped some more lube onto her ass and around the plug, then shoved it into her firmly, telling her “Push now,” as he did it. Myka pushed, and the plug seated hard into her ass with a pop, making her cry out with the unexpected surge of pain and pleasure. “Again,” he told her harshly, taking the plug back with his fingers. “Push. And again.”
Myka obeyed, pushing when he told her, wincing at the discomfort, but each push making her clit throb harder for release. Finally he pushed the plug in one final time, gave her a hard slap on her ass, and told her, “Up on the bed now, ma chèrie. Get on all fours. Legs wide.”
Myka dropped the vibrator and scrambled into position, moving awkwardly because the cuffs were still dangling from her left wrist. She had to scoot in a way that seemed ungraceful. He knelt behind her, touched her shoulders. “Lower your body to the bed. Ass in the air, and your chest down.”
He held his finger on the plug as she lowered her body. Then he tapped, and Myka cried out at the sensation. She was so exposed for him now, so open. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he warned her. “Don’t come until I tell you, yes? Je ferai ça si bon pour toi. You’re going to love this.”
“Yes, please,” she begged, then she felt his hard length push into her—finally. She shoved back with her hips and he pushed forward until he was deep, and rocked her for a second, trying to push even deeper.
“Yes!” she sobbed out. “God, that feels so good.”
He grabbed her hips hard and began a rough rhythm, pulling almost entirely out, then slamming back in until his balls hit against her anus. Each thrust put pressure on the plug as well as on her clit, and she was helpless to stop the reaction of her body. She felt the orgasm coming fast and hard, and she cried out, “Gabriel, please. Can I? I need it.”
His voice was taut as he replied, “Do you like how it feels when your ass and your pussy are full?”
“Yes!” she wailed. “Please keep moving like that, don’t stop.”
“Come.” He reached over and touched her clit once, and she erupted with a scream. The orgasm hit hard, pulses of pleasure blasting through her entire pelvis and lower belly, and she pushed back frantically, manipulating the plug and his cock in her body to force all the raging sensation through her, as he tapped her clit again and again, completing the powerful combination of pleasure.
When she finished gyrating, he began pumping hard again, and in a minute he shouted, “Myka! Fuck, Myka. You’re even tighter with this plug up your ass. God, I’m coming too, je jouis!” and his body stiffened over hers.
Together they lay side by side, panting, sweating in the cool air. Myka reached out without thinking and entwined her fingers with his, and he squeezed her hand, returned her grip. Then she fell into her post-orgasmic haze, barely noticing when he pulled out the plug and came back to wipe her lower body with a warm, damp cloth. She hummed in satisfaction, not feeling any embarrassment at letting him clean her, enjoying the soothing touch.
Orgasms with Gabriel were utterly phenomenal. Before him, she’d always enjoyed sex, but had never felt this driving intensity. She hadn’t known her body was capable of reaching these heights of pleasure. Was it the shape of his body; did he rub her exactly the right way? Or was it the mental aspect of the dominance, the physical release built of pain and pleasure? Was she addicted to his smell, his taste, his touch?
She was content to lie here with him, savoring the afterglow. Her entire body felt warm and ti
ngly, her mind was calm and happy; she was floating again. She was so relaxed now that she felt like melting candy in the sun, a flickering candle dripping soft wax.
She didn’t want to look at the plug, so she kept her eyes closed while he took it to the sink and rinsed it along with the vibrator. If he wanted to play there, he obviously didn’t mind any fallout.
He noticed. “Don’t want to look at it?” he called out, teasing.
“No,” she said. “I want to pretend that my butt is full of roses and honey, at least this time.”
He laughed out loud. “But it is. That was all roses and honey. You were amazing, as usual.” He came over and kissed her quickly then brought over a bottle of champagne and two flutes. “Have a drink with me?”
Myka wanted to lose herself, forget her worries and her sore body, and she eagerly accepted the glass. Gabriel, too, seemed to need the distraction, and between the two of them, they finished the bottle and much of a second. When they were sated, Myka felt giddy and dizzy and happy, the rough edges washing away from her ragged soul. Gabriel was smiley and sweet, cuddling up to her; he kissed her neck to make her scream at the tickling sensation, and she loved the lighthearted side of him. She knew they were probably both extremely drunk, but it felt fantastic; the bed dipped and swirled like a carnival ride, and the dim lights of the room were rockets and fireworks.
She wanted to linger in the sensation, but sleep came up fast. She was exhausted after their long, charged evening, and it seemed he was too, because they both started to drowse, and she laughed, half-asleep, as he started to sing some kind of French folk tune as he drifted off.
As they lay in bed, nearly asleep, Myka suddenly asked him, “Are you satisfied with what we do?” She wasn’t sure where or why the words had come from, but they had appeared in her mind, white words on black chalk, and her mind had dutifully spit them out like change from a vending machine.
He blinked his eyes open and stifled a yawn. “God, more than satisfied. I’m addicted to you, Myka! Every time I see your ass, I want to grab you and fuck you.” He pulled her closer to him and kissed her mouth.
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