Page 76 of Damon

I sense him reaching for an item beside me, what I think must be his arm touches my thigh. There is what sounds like the click of a lid opening then the squirt of liquid. When I glance over my shoulder, he has risen to his full height. He picks up the bottle of lube which is placed beside me and shakes it.

“As requested, I am utilizing our recent purchase,” he says with a chuckle.

“Good, I hate to see money wasted.”

“Oh, I can assure you I will never waste a purchase made for your enjoyment.” He steps forward so he is nestled between my thighs. “Look in the mirror.” I move my focus as directed, then watch as he places both hands on the base of my back before sliding them downwards to my ass. With one cheek in each palm, he massages slowly. Each time he passes near my ass crack, his fingers move lower until they pass over the entrance where he intends to slide the plug. “How does that feel?” he asks as one hand comes to a stop, then a single finger slides just inside.

“Strange,” I answer honestly.

“Good strange? Or ‘fucking hell stop’ strange?” I laugh out loud, and his finger slides deeper, causing a gasp to escape my lips. I take a moment to catch my breath, and he squeezes my ass cheek hard with one hand. “Answer me,” he demands.

“Good strange,” I splutter. “I think.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes, show me your best moves, Chief Constable. Teach me how to be your good girl.” My tone is confident, but my nerves are mixed with excitement. He has complete control of my body, and I want him to use me. It feels perversely erotic and wrong, but then again oh so fucking good.

“You asked for it. I want to hear you scream.”

I watch in the mirror as he lifts the vibrator from its resting place, then presses the button firmly. The pink wand buzzes to life with the familiar sound of pleasure. With his finger still in my ass, he runs the wand from my shoulder blades over my skin to the base of my back. Every fiber in my body stands at attention. My nipples, which are crushed against the desk, tingle with excitement.

After a moment, he repeats the process, this time finishing closer to my ass. Then he repeats the movement and pauses the wand over one butt cheek. The vibrations are absorbed by my flesh and disperse around the whole of me.

The finger filling me flexes then retreats. He places the vibrator on the desk and the buzzing noise sounds loud. Strong hands pluck the plug and lube from where they sit. “I’m going to slide this inside you now,” he tells me. “We’ll go slow.”

“Uh-huh,” I reply, staring at him in the mirror standing between my legs coating a butt plug with lube.

“Do you know how sexy you look, Spitfire?” He places the tip of the plug at my ass and pushes gently; my body gives way sluggishly. “Good girl, a little more. Fuck your ass is stunning.” He applies more pressure, and the plug moves further inside. My body flexes reluctantly to accommodate the unfamiliar sensation. “How does that feel?”

“Full, different,” I murmur, my eyes fixed on the in-control man in the mirror.

“Any pain?”

“A little, but I like it.” He smirks, and his chest visibly rises and falls with deep breaths. “Are you going to fuck me like this?”

“Yes, but first I plan to play with this pussy and enjoy a drink.”

He picks up the vibrator again, the sound of the buzz lessening as it’s lifted from the surface. Then he crouches down behind me and touches my pussy softly with the wand for a brief second. Arousal shoots through my body, then immediately retracts with the loss of sensation.

“I’m going to tease you with this,” he says, and once again the toy touches my skin, this time closer to my clit. “Your whole body tenses when I touch you. I fucking love it.” He continues to pleasure me for a brief moment then snatches it away.

“Damon,” I mumble, and he glances into the mirror. “Please.”

“No.” This time he places the vibrating wand directly onto my clit and holds. “One, two, three, four…” he says slowly and deliberately. The arousal that has come and gone as he torments me surges forward, and my skin tingles with need. “Five, six, seven…” My orgasm creeps closer, and I wriggle my hips, then a firm hand slaps my ass—hard. “Don’t fucking move. Eight, nine, ten.” The wand drops from my clit, and the near-orgasm retreats.

“Fuck,” I spit out. “That was…”

“Good?”

“Bloody torture, I was almost there.”

“I know,” he says, “that’s why I stopped.” The hand which slapped me moves between my legs; two fingers play with my entrance then slide in deep with force. My pussy sucks them in greedily. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He thrusts gently, the sound of my arousal clear. “And wet. My good girl is desperate for a pounding.”

“Uh-huh, pound me,” I agree.

“Not yet, we’re still in the penalty phase of your offense. I have more retribution to dispense.” His hand moves again, and the vibrator touches my clit. All the sensation returns but stronger, and my walls contract hard around his fingers. “That’s it my good girl. Hold on to what’s yours. One, two, three…” As the count begins again, he presses a hip against my thigh as I try to move, keeping me still. “Take it. Every damn nerve in your body is screaming for me, I can feel it.”

Just as I think he’s going to allow my relief, the vibrator is removed again, and he withdraws his fingers so only the tips remain inside. Between the plug and him, I feel so fucking full—Damon McKinney has a presence in every part of my body tonight.

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