Page 88 of Secret Submission

They helped him onto the bed, and Connor rolled onto his back, his leather-clad cock pointing up at the ceiling. The feel of the comforter against his sensitized shoulders and ass made him shudder, his cheeks clenching around the plug inside him. He felt dizzy and happy and incredibly aroused.

“Have fun, buddy,” Luke said, giving Connor’s shoulder a pat.

“Thanks.” Connor had already had fun, but he was looking forward to the next part, even though his nervousness was growing. Understandably. He was going to be doing something he’d never done before.

Something that was incredibly intimate just because of what it was.

But he wanted it. With her. His Julie. His Mistress. He wanted to give her everything. Every part of him.

He wasn’t sure how long he was staring up at the ceiling thinking about that—he really did feel drunk or like his head was floating in the clouds—when a noise made him turn his head. There she was. Mistress Julie. Naked now, no more corset or skirt. The only thing she was wearing was a harness holding a large, tanned cock to her hips. It jutted out in front of her.

It wasn’t as big as Connor’s dick, but considering where she was planning to put it, it was intimidatingly sized. Even though she’d shown it to him ahead of time, now that the moment was here, it seemed bigger. Or maybe it just looked bigger because she was wearing it. His heart started pounding faster, feeling as if it was getting ready to jump out of his chest.

Crawling up onto the bed, her eyes were alight with anticipation, her tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip.

“What’s your color, Connor?” she asked as she reached for the tie on his cock pouch, pulling the string so she could tug the leather off his erection. The feel of it sliding over his shaft, the cool air in the room suddenly wafting over his skin, did nothing to quell how hard he was. In fact, it only made him harder.

“Green, Mistress.”

Nervous, but green. He sure as hell didn’t want her to stop.

Putting her hands on his legs, she pushed them upward, bending them at the knee and bending him at the waist so she could reach the base of the plug, then tugged gently, twisting the toy inside him rather than immediately pulling it out. Connor shuddered, reaching up to grab the headboard, so he had something to hold on to as the sensations rolled through him.

Then she tugged, and he felt himself stretch for the bulb before closing as the plug slid out, leaving him empty. Julie leaned over to put the plug in a little basin on the nightstand. She picked up a tube of lube at the same time.

With his legs still tucked up against his body, his ass was completely exposed and vulnerable.

Slicking the lube over her cock, Julie smiled wickedly at him.

“Ready?” she asked, dropping the tube beside her and shifting forward, settling herself between his feet where they were raised in the air. The head of the cock nestled against his anus, which ached emptily without the plug.

“Yes, Mistress. As ready as I’m going to be.” Which was the full, truthful answer. He didn’t feel entirely ready but didn’t think he ever would feel entirely ready. How could he be ready for something he’d never experienced before?

He couldn’t.

Mistress Julie’s hands came down on his knees, pressing them back toward his chest as the cock began to push forward.

Connor groaned. The dildo was about as thick around as the bulb on the plug he’d had inside him, but the plug had been tapered. It had started out very small and grown to that size, and once it was inside him, the ring of his sphincter had been able to close around the neck between the bulb and the base.

This was entirely different.

This stretched him immediately, with no gradual taper and no end to the stretch. Connor groaned at the discomfort, the sting, and the pleasure. Mistress Julie leaned in, keeping his legs pinned to his body, her hips moving back so that the cock retreated… then thrusting in again, deeper this time. The slickness of the lube made for easier entry, but it also meant that his spasming hole couldn’t slow the toy’s advance the way his body was desperate to.

It was enough to make his erection subside slightly as his asshole burned. Mentally, he didn’t feel any less aroused, but his bodily reaction as he adjusted to being invaded changed.

“Good boy,” Mistress Julie crooned, reaching forward with one hand to rub her fingers through his chest hair. His chest moved up and down as he panted, his body adjusting to its new proportions. “Open up for me.”

“Fuck!” The tip of the cock rubbed over a spot inside him that made his own dick jerk in response. He shuddered, his ass clenching down around the cock still sliding deeper into it, which only made the sensations more intense.

Mistress Julie moaned, also shuddering as she bottomed out, her body pressing against his, the leather base of the strap-on rubbing against his cheeks. Letting her hand slide down his happy trail, she reached his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, gripping him as she began to move.

“Oh fuck… fuck…” Connor nearly levitated off the bed as she began to both fuck and jerk him simultaneously, the rhythms flowing together. His back and ass tingled against the bed beneath him, adding to the sensation of full-body pleasure. He writhed helplessly, moving his hips to meet both her hand and her thrusts, caught in the give and take as waves of rapture battered his senses. “Fuck… please…”

“Hold on for me, Connor… don’t cum yet…” Her voice was full of sensual need, her breath coming in gasps. He wasn’t the only one highly aroused as she rode him, the dildo sliding back and forth inside him easily now. He was fully stretched open, his muscles clenched, making it burn a bit, but in a good way that had his toes curling.

He fought against the rising pleasure, shuddering and trying to distract himself. It was no easy task as she kept moving inside him, the cock sliding back and forth, pressing against his prostate. Her hand moved on his cock, precum sliding over her fingers, wetting his dick and adding to his growing ecstasy.

Panting, he strained, the headboard creaking as he gripped it tighter, feeling as if he was losing sensation in his fingers because he was holding on so tight.

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