Page 51 of Toy Shop

Then makes them better.

“Right here, sweetheart,” says the man who orchestrated this emotional cacophony I’m experiencing.

“Again, Nola.” He demands me to walk past that threshold of agony and take more. He believes in me.

He’s a beast hovering over me, a man so handsome, unlike any other. My eyes are glued to him, my heart tied to his. Even through his torments, he cares. Without an ounce of reprieve to gather myself, Alistair’s mouth is already sucking and devouring my other nipple, tweaking and pinching the sensitive one he left behind between merciless fingers.

From my breast, his rough free hand lurches to my throat, thumb stroking just beneath my chin. The fingers he pins my pussy with to the floor go fast and hard, his thumb tracing tantalizing circles on my clit.

“You know what good girls do, Nola?”

“W—what?” I’m fighting to breathe.

“They come for their Daddy.” The command is delivered with a stroke of his cock on my clit. “Come for me.”

“Oh my fucking God.” I’m done for.

My very being has Alistair tattooed across it. The owner of my orgasms, the master of my heart. My lips pulsate again with the need to scream the name of the man who makes me come as violently as he treats me.

But I can’t. I’m too raw, too breathless, too illuminated by a continuous ache, and elated by inconceivable highs of pleasure.

“Baby.” He rises on top of me, towering in his formidable and cherishing way. His knuckles graze the side of my face, a sinful smirk curving up his lips. “You’ve been such an outstanding student, and now that our classes are ending—“

I know it’s irrational; I know this doesn’t reflect on us. Panic grips me just the same. “You’re not going to touch me after this?”

“I won’t ever stop touching you.” He’s pressing his cock between my lips, grinding on it, from my sopping entrance to my bundle of nerves. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. But I appreciate your concern.”

My lips round in an O shape.

“Fucking adorable.”

“Oh.” Words evade me. Instead of focusing on myself, I watch him. My orgasm coats his length, glistening and big. Then he’s leaning his entire weight into me. He grinds relentlessly on my pussy, making my mind a convoluted mess.

“What I was about to say is, you’ve been a good student. The best. My only one.” He leans in to kiss me gently, in stark contradiction to the burning sensation at my wrists. “And as a graduation gift, I’ll allow you to choose your favorite toy.”

Articulating what I’ve been fantasizing about takes me less than a millisecond. I gaze up at him with eagerness I can’t control or hide. “The butt plug.”

A thick, dark eyebrow quirks. He stills, lowering his forehead to mine. “Oh, yeah?”

I gaze into the depth of his dark eyes, the duality of his cruel and tender nature reflecting in them. “Yes.”

His cock pierces me, burrowing deep into my pussy. And again. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what?” Another thrust, unrelenting and mind-boggling.

But words come. “Please, Daddy.”

“That’s it.” The brutal thrashing continues, his lips speaking against mine, “That’s my good girl. That’s how you beg for something.”

I bow up to him, not snaking away from the pain. Learning to love it. Learning, maybe, to love him. But he doesn’t let me for long.

Alistair is up before I get the chance to lose myself in his forceful pounding. I raise my head up and to the side, watching him pace to the corner of the room. The toned muscles weaved through his thighs flex with each step.

His dick is hard and slick, and goddammit, why did I ever ask for the butt plug when I want nothing other than have him and him, alone?

“Don’t worry, I’m coming back.” There’s a slyness to his tone, how he slithered into my head.

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