Page 117 of Silk and Sirens

The bastard moved behind me, studying the row of toys before a low, menacing buzz filled the room. He slid a vibrating wand beneath my hips, wedging it perfectly against my swollen clit. My own weight and the restraints around my wrists and ankles keeping it trapped there.

I squealed, the intense vibration slamming into me like lightning, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. My butt throbbed around the plug, my empty pussy clenching desperately as my hips jerked involuntarily.

“Fuck … Caden!”

He stepped in front of me, fisting his thick cock and tapping the heavy head against my bottom lip. “Open that pretty mouth, Tempest. Get me nice and wet.”

“Make me.”

I couldn’t see his lips beneath the mask, but I knew he grinned when his hand fisted my hair tightly to my scalp. He forced my lips open, stretching around his cock as he pushed forward. He didn’t ease in but fucked my throat in slow, deep strokes, holding my head steady while the wand buzzed mercilessly against my clit.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Suck my cock like my good little whore. Get it ready for your tight hole.”

Tears pricked my eyes as he pushed deeper, the head of his cock sliding into my throat much harsher than when I was in control.

“Look at you … bound, plugged, and choking on my cock while that toy makes your greedy pussy drip all over the bench. You’re going to come like this, aren’t you? With my cock down your throat and that plug stretching your tight hole.”

I moaned around him, the sound muffled and obscene. My hips ground desperately against the wand, chasing the overwhelming pleasure as he fucked my face with deep, controlled thrusts.

“Come on,” he commanded. “Show me how much you love being my dirty little fucktoy.”

The combination of his words, the relentless vibration, and the fullness sent me spiralling. I came hard with a choked scream around his cock, my entire body seizing as pleasure ripped through me. My pussy gushed, soaking the wand and the bench beneath me.

I don’t think I can take much more of this.

Caden groaned, holding himself deep in my throat as I trembled and whimpered through my orgasm, his cock twitching against my tongue.

How the fuck has this man not come yet?

“Such a good girl.” He pulled out, and I began to pant, struggling to get in enough air.

The vibration was too much, the pleasure balanced with pain and the way he touched me so softly even as he fucked me rough. Tears burned down my cheeks, and I was unable to stop them. It was like a dam had broken.

“You’re doing so fucking well for me.”

“Please,” I begged, my hips trying to jerk away from the wand.

“Please what? Stop?” he teased, smearing my tears with his thumb before pressing it against my tongue. “I’m not going to stop until you’ve come for me at least twice more. Until you’ve given me every tear, every broken cry, and every desperate little moan. I’m going to fuck the memory of every man who ever hurt you out of this body until the only thing left inside you is me.”

I could barely breathe as he moved away, a scream tearing from me when the wand was ripped away. But I didn’t have to wait long, Caden thrusting inside me to the hilt. The sudden stretch, his thick length combined with the plug still buried inside me, was almost too much.

But he didn’t slow down. He fucked me harder, hips slamming against me, the plug shifting with every thrust and making me feel impossibly full.

My eyes closed of their own accord, my body on fire.

“Eyes on me,” he growled, and I opened them to find his gaze locked onto mine in the reflection, his mask making him look like the grim reaper, ready to swallow me whole.

“Look at you, taking my cock so perfectly while your arse is plugged. You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?”

God, I hated this man, even more so as my body reacted. My back arching off the bench as I came so hard around him I thought I’d pass out. It ached. It hurt. I’d never come so many times in such little time, the pleasure a punishment I’d never experienced, and yet I wanted more. I’d soaked us both, sobbing as everything inside me released, making me feel … euphoric.

Caden pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whimpering. He quickly removed the plug, spread me open, and thrust inside with a force that had me screaming. The ache was welcome, heightening the overstimulation and overwhelming pleasure he was forcing from my body.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he grunted, moving harshly. Forcing my body to open for him. “So fucking tight.”

He built a steady rhythm, fucking me with long, deep strokes that had me crying out with every thrust.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, Tempest.”