Page 27 of Toy Shop

“Yes, yes, Daddy.” My untethered state throttles me, making me sway and pound myself like he wants me to.

“Got it, little Nola?” His grip on my wrist is commanding, and he’s sliding it back into my slit.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“No more slacking.” He moves away, teasing the skin on the small of my back with the leather side of the paddle. “Be a good student. Make your Daddy proud.”

“I will.” I take on fucking myself deeper, trying new angles, mimicking the motions Alistair guided me through.

No inhibitions, no self-control, nothing but Alistair and the orgasm splitting my body in two. I breathe out sounds I had no idea I could make, a tear slipping down my cheek as ecstasy envelopes me.

“That’s my good girl.” Alistair’s satisfied smirk echoes in his voice. “And now for your reward.”

He pushes apart my ass cheeks, one of his thumbs coursing along my crack. Fuck, I shouldn’t still be aroused, still want to get fucked, but I do. I don’t let go of the vibrator, pushing it harder, pressing the button to try a different speed while pushing my ass into Alistair.

“Look at what we have here.” He nudges the pad of this thumb inside me, pumping it to the rhythm I apply to the thrusting of the vibrator in my pussy. “You want me to fuck you there, sweetheart?”

A button pops behind me, a zipper being pushed down. I dare to gaze back, my mouth gaping, nipples hardening when my eyes land on his long, thick, silky length. He strokes it from root to tip, pleasuring himself and looking like the king of the world.

Maybe he is.

“I’m clean, tested regularly, always use a condom,” he grunts out, slowly, patiently, stroking himself and my ass. “Not today, though. My cock dying to feel your tight little cunt bare. I trust you to not lie to me. Have you been tested?”

“Yeah.” Ever since the last time, six years ago. “I’m clean. And I have an IUD.”

“Good.” His throaty voice is a sensual sin, and it swathes me, drawing me deeper to him. “About fucking you bare…from your silence, I take it this isn’t a red.”

“It isn’t.” My pumps slow down, forbidding myself to come before I have his cock in me. “I want this.”

“Want what? Where do you want me?” Dark eyes bore holes at me, his thumb sinking a bit deeper. “I don’t need any other approval, but fuck if I don’t want to hear it. Use your words.”

“I want your dick in my ass, to be filled in my two holes.”

By the raise of his eyebrow, he’s expecting more. I say things I haven’t considered for the entire duration of my adult life, emboldened by desperation, “I want that vein pumping against my walls, want your hot cum filling me.”

“You’re forgetting one thing.” The head of his cock substitutes his thumb, tearing small fissures to the ring of nerves.

“What?”

“Forgot to choose whether you prefer lube or Daddy’s spit.”

I whine, embarrassed and turned on. “Daddy’s spit.”

The barest tilt of his lips evaporates. He gathers saliva in his mouth, deliciously sexy in its crudeness. The warm liquid hits my crack, drips down to my slit, where I’m working the vibrator absentmindedly.

Alistair catches it, smearing it over my hole, then spits it into his palm to rub himself.

“Gonna love tearing into your tight little hole.” He pushes inside. The spit and the smooth curve of his cock ease him into me.

The crown of his head sinks inside, the size so overwhelming it robs me of my breath. My hand stills and my butt clenches and unclenches around him, keen for the pain more of him will bring, eager to have him rip me apart, then put me back together.

Sparing the barest of warnings, Alistair places a hand on the curve of my spine and sinks his cock into me to the last inch.

“I…I…” Words evade me against this assault of emotions.

“The vibrator.” His call wrenches me into the present, commanding me to experience this with him. “Fuck yourself, make it hurt so good, ’cause I damn sure will.”

“Okay, Daddy.” My hand moves, finding its rhythm again.

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