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Something cool slipped over the tip of his cock, sliding down the length, tightening as it encountered his girth. He bared his teeth to ride out the pinch of discomfort as it settled around the base of his shaft, just in front of his sac. Focusing on Connie's soft coos of apology, he refused to make a sound, even when something cinched around the top of his balls.
“Such a thick cock,” she praised as she ran her fingertips around whatever contraption she'd just contorted around his genitals. She grasped him in her hot little hand, sucking the air from his lungs as she stroked him firmly, encouraging him to harden further. The ring strangled him, trapping what felt like every drop of blood circulating through his body in his dick. “So beautiful. I bet women would fight to the death for a chance to ride this beast. Ready to come yet, Thane?”
“God, yes.” The plea was raw and guttural. The fisting demonstration, the piercing ceremony, Connie's display of possessiveness…they all acted as foreplay. Sweet, delicious foreplay that left him edgy and ready to fuck. Now, the cock ring and her teasing was enough to have his balls tighten with release. “Please, Mistress.”
“Soon,” she promised, before circling around behind him. Her hand reached through his legs, pulling something backwards.
A small row of what felt like rubber beads dragged along his perineum, making his eyes roll behind their lids. He groaned deeply, his hips shifting before they jerked against the sensation of a slender finger, slick with lube, pushing unerringly against his asshole. One knuckle, two. His groan dropped an octave as his chin hit his chest.
Fuck yes. He'd missed this. The last exploration into anal play with someone else hadn't gone well, but already, Connie was wiping away memories of inexperience and ineptitude with a firm, knowledgeable hand. He grunted, throbbed, when she worked a second finger into him. Slow, gentle thrusts opened his sphincter, brought him even closer to climax.
“No coming, Thane. I'm nowhere near done with you yet.”
Her fingers disappeared, much to his disappointment, only to be replaced by something much longer, colder, and with a hell of a lot of bumps. It was inserted firmly, forcing his hands to fist around the supports as his back arched. His insides came alive as the anal beads pushed deeper, awakening all the delightful nerves. Her name was a prayer, then a curse when the biggest—and he hoped last—sphere entered his ass. Any more, and he wouldn't be responsible for what his cock did of its own volition.
“Any pain?” Connie ran her hands up his back, then dragged her nails down either side of his spine.
“No, Mistress.” It was a fucking lie, but in a strange way, the pressure building in his groin wasn't pain so much as…a wondrous form of bliss. Every breath he took enraged the blood in his veins until his body burned.
Heat pressed against his back in the shape of naked breasts, naked skin, naked Connie. His eyes threatened to open, only staying shut through sheer force of will. He'd give anything to see the Domme in her full glory. Instead, he hissed between his teeth, fighting the urge to beg when her hands slid around his hips to his dick. One fleeting brush of her skin over his length, then she drove him crazy with the scrape of her nails over his lower abdomen, the sensitive tops of his thighs, his scar.
“How badly do you want to come, Thane?” Her lips skimmed over his shoulder blades. “I wanted to spend some time getting to know this body before I let you fly, but maybe we should just get down to the main event.” A soft, warm tongue licked along his spine before she flitted away, reappearing a moment later in front of him. “Oh, baby,” she crooned sympathetically. “You really are in a pickle, aren't you?”
Thane growled, feeling sweat beginning to sheen his skin. It was taking a phenomenal amount of self-control not to go against her orders, especially when his erection was so close to going off like a rocket. “A little help, ma'am?”
“I could be nice and help you,” she murmured. “After all, you've been a good boy, keeping your eyes closed, just like I asked.” A solitary fingertip, light as a whisper, skated from the root of his shaft, all the way along the underside to his crown. He heard a sucking noise, then the pop of lips. “Hmm, delicious. Salty, musky, with an undertone of desperation. I'm surprised there's anything left for you to come with, Thane. Your cock is leaking precum all over the floor.”
He groaned and clenched his teeth together. That single touch was akin to a line of fire coursing down his dick. When he got his hands free, his Mistress would be flat on her back with his face buried between her thighs. He would keep her there for hours, licking her until she couldn't say a damn word, then he'd—
“Say please, Thane.”
“Please, Mistress.” There was pride in giving her the words.
“Good boy.” Breath fluttered over his lips before her mouth melded to his. She threaded her fingers through his hair, clutching it as she rubbed herself against him, smearing his precum over her belly. He felt a familiar tingle stir in the small of his spine.
Then she was gone again, leaving him breathless and frantic, straining against the restraints. Connie knew how to torture him without floggers or vibrators, with just her body and voice. The cock ring and anal beads were nothing but a prop, one he found himself enjoying even though his balls were on the verge of rupturing.
It was hard to hear anything but the thrum of his own heartbeat. If there were conversations going on around him, they were little more than a buzz lost in the strength of his pulse. The world could come tumbling down around his head and he would hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing but the leash of submission around his neck, leading to the hand that controlled him.
Fingers traced the curve of his ass. Buttocks clenching, he felt tension spread its fingers to his shoulders and feet, infecting every inch it touched. The muscles in his thighs and calves shivered, only to calm beneath the petting of smooth palms.
“Relax, Thane. I find it odd how you don't have a lot of miles under your belt as a submissive, yet you have no difficulty being both halves of you. Me, I've driven down both roads and found the Dominant side easier to navigate. But you…you just adapt to whatever's required of you.” Connie's voice was quiet, pensive, but he heard her above all else. “I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to take care of you. When I come, you come.”
Release. Sweet, blessed release. His head bobbed in agreement, keeping his body limber when his Mistress removed the anal beads one fucking bump at a time. Inside him, they nudged his prostrate, demanding he unleash the full force of his dick. Sweat pearled on his forehead, dripped off his nose. His chest heaved with the effort of keeping himself on a chain.
The rounded tip of a rubber phallus pressed against his asshole an instant after the last bead fell away. Snarling under his breath, he held on to the padded rests and grunted with each careful thrust of his Mistress's hips. Thicker than the beads, the strap-on dildo ventured deep into long-forgotten territory, and he almost lost his load then and there.
Connie wasn't like the Domme whose name and face he could no longer recall. All memories of the woman who'd masqueraded as a knowledgeable and capable Dominant no longer existed. That woman was a shadow compared to the light that was Connie, and God knew he was basking in it. The grip on his hips was strong, nails nipping his flesh as she used her hold on him to rock the rubber shaft further inside him.
He knew his dick was wet, could feel the copious amount of fluid trailing down the sensitive flesh like a fingertip. His heartbeat no longer reverberated in his ears, but palpitated in his balls. Unable to help himself, he thrust back as Connie's pelvis slid forward, and he took the last inches of rubber with an anguished shout that silenced the world.
His knees went weak, almost sinking him to the floor. “Holy fucking God.”
“Easy, Thane. Just take it easy.” Connie's lips kissed a line across his back. “Tell me when you're ready.”
He didn't hesitate. “Don't make me wait, Mistress. Please, I'm ready.”
Fuck. The slow withdrawal from his ass left him speechless, but the slide back in…he didn't think he'd survive this. In fact, he was sure of it when Connie purred, “That's it, Thane. Push this ass out at me. Take every inch. Open your eyes, baby, and see how me fucking you turns on everyone in Avalon.”
