Page 63 of The Devil’s Feather

“Come closer.” I beckoned him over with the crop. He shuffled forward on his knees, careful not to lose his grip on the dildo. “Keep coming. There, stay there.”

I pulled my feet out of the stirrups and kicked him with my right foot, heel colliding with his heavy pec. Rafael grunted, his muscles shook, but he did not drop the dildo. I kicked the other side. He bared his teeth. I fucked myself harder, panting, and paused now and then to kick him. His eyes unfocused with ecstasy. Sweat trickled down the side of his face.

“Stand up. I want to watch you come.” I kicked his chest again for good measure.

Rafael stood slowly and carefully, his entire torso trembling with the effort to stay flexed. Sweat rolled down the valleys of his muscles. I licked my lips at the cock rising over me, fucking myself faster with the dildo. The crop slowed me down, so I tossed it aside and worked my clit with my fingers.

“Up on your toes and hold there. I want you to come so much you drip on me through your pants.”

He moaned and rose on his tiptoes. God, what I wouldn’t give to see those thick thighs flex. I aimed my heel at the front of his left thigh and kicked. Caught off-guard, he swayed and almost dropped the dildo again. So I kicked the other thigh harder. The motion cracked open the building orgasm in me, and it came roaring out. Shaking and spasming, I locked eyes with Rafael.

“Come,” I gasped. “Do it now. Come all over me!”

His hips jerked, and his cock pulsed under the fabric. He moaned, long and low in his throat. A full body shudder wracked him, and he struggled to keep both his hold of the dildo between his pecs and his balance on his toes. He turned his head and spat out my panties.

Rafael threw his head back and cried out, wordless, fighting the muscle tremors rippling down his body with the force of his orgasm.

That sound punched through my cunt into my brain. My climax skyrocketed back to the peak at the rough timbre of his voice. Again, as his hot cum splashed on my belly and inner thighs in increasing spurts. I pounded myself with the dildo until I screamed. His voice mingled with mine.

The toy fell out of my nerveless hand and hit the floor with a wet thud. Rafael’s entire body trembled with exertion.

“You can drop the dildo now.”

Rafael relaxed immediately, shoulders slumping. The unicorn dildo bounced across the floor. His eyes opened wide.

“Fuck, that was incredible.” Breathing hard, he hung his head.

I sat up, immediately regretting how hard I’d gone at myself with such a big toy. “If you’d told me a year ago I’d be doing this now… How are you feeling?”

He smiled down at me, eye crinkles and all. “Exquisite. Utilizing muscle failure like that is evil genius. I love it.”

“You did say you were skipping workouts. Just trying to help.”

He wheezed a tired laugh.

My eyes landed on the reddened bite marks on his pecs. As attractive as they were, guilt and worry twisted my gut. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break the skin biting you! I got carried away.”

Rafael looked down at his abused chest. “Eh, it is not deep, and I have had much worse. My body is resilient; I never get sick. Besides, you used the antiseptic right away. This is why I keep it within reach.”

“Lucky. I get sick all the time thanks to my allergies.” Climbing painfully off the bench, I unchained, uncuffed, and unlaced him. His body still somewhat conformed to the corset’s ghost. “You’re a smart pain slut.”

“Infections are not sexy.” He pulled off the corset liner, folded me into a bear hug, and kissed the top of my head. My fingers skipped across the impressions the laces left on his skin. I reached for my jeans, and he held me tighter. “Leave it all. I will clean this in the morning.”

The considerable wet spot on the front of his pants convinced me to take a small risk.

I looked up at him. “Can I see you? All of you?”

Rafael caressed my face and took a step back, dropping his pants and stepping out of them. My entire world screeched to a halt. I’d had no idea what “big” really meant until that moment. Dark red curls, just a shade deeper than the mane on his head, framed a circumcised cock at least the size of my forearm. A veritable monster cock that put all my toys to shame. An absolutely glorious cock.

Goddamn, I hope he’s not a grower. Everything about this man is at the extremes. But hey, if that’s what kills me, I’ll die happy. No, don’t say anything stupid, Elaine.

Rafael folded his arms, self-conscious. “You are quieter than I expected.”

I blinked. “Fuck me, I really am the hamster.”

Much to my surprise, Rafael didn’t immediately kick me out of his house. Instead, he groaned and walked away, leaving me to scramble after him. I didn’t mind the view—he had a nice ass, too—but what if he decided this was all a mistake?

“Please, Rafael, I am so sorry. Of all the things I meant to say, that was not one of them. I am stunned by how beautiful you are. I was thinking about how I’ve never seen a cock like yours. You make my dildos look like toothpicks. Somehow all my wires got crossed, and the stupidest possible thing fell out of my mouth. I really have to work on stopping the dick jokes. Being a smutty author has ruined me. I’m really sorry.”