Page 35 of At His Beck & Call

“Good choice. Turn over and prop yourself up until you're comfortable. Thighs spread.”

I turn over, my breathing uneven as I lean my arms against the highest point of the seat.

I plant my knees on the edges and wait, wondering if he’ll just shove it in without any warning.

Why is the thought of that so hot?

I realize how turned on I am, a wetness between my legs that I haven’t felt for a long time. Well, except for yesterday.

I gasp as a long finger runs down my center, pushing inside in one thrust like he read my mind.

“Fuck,” I lower my head to my arms, embarrassed to feel just how wet I already am. I had no idea I was this kinky.

“Hm, you’re tight,” he says knowingly, his other hand stroking my ass. “Can you take another?”

“Y—yes.”

And a second finger works alongside the first. He pauses and then removes them, and I panic that somehow I’ve done something wrong. Then I groan as he begins to push them into me in an achingly slow rhythm, which drives me wild in seconds. The deep moan he makes is addictive, and after a few minutes, my thighs are trembling uncontrollably from being suspended in the same position.

“Stand up.”

I do, placing my feet on the floor on either side of the seat as I feel the blunt head of the toy tap against my entrance.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Lissa?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Then he pushes, and I wince at the width of it. I chose the thinnest one I could find, but after a year of nothing, it still feels like a lot. I moan, letting out broken little sounds as his other hand finds my breast and pinches my nipple. Hard.

“Oh, God,” I breathe, flinching away from the touch even as my body comes alive at the pain.

“You like that, don’t you?”

A zing rips through my body. And it’s divine.

“Yes.”

He squeezes again, gently at first. “You remember your safe words?”

I nod, and he squeezes harder. “Yes,” I clarify. “Yellow and red.”

“You’ll use them if you need to. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

Then his fingers pinch so hard it’s like a vice. It’s so unexpected that I scream, and at the same moment, he shoves the toy in right to the hilt, and it feels so good I almost fall forward onto the seat in ecstasy.

He pulls it out and then begins pushing it back inside me with hard, endless thrusts that seem to go on forever.

Did I say this thing was four inches long? It feels fucking huge.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Lissa,” he murmurs, his voice right beside my ear as his thumb and forefinger torture my nipple with a tighter hold. I know my safe word, I expect to need to use it at any second, but the pain-pleasure is the best thing I’ve ever felt.

“You’re shaking for me, like a good girl,” he says, and then his tongue touches my neck and his hand clamps over my mouth as I come convulsively, violently.How did he know?

My body is shuddering in waves, muscles shivering like I’m standing in the cold outside, but it’s warm in the room. I almost feel high.