Page 26 of Midnight Torment

I’d enjoyed our anal excursions in the past only because he knew what he was doing and didn’t push me beyond what I was comfortable with. Some of the other subs hated it, so their Doms kept working at it until they had successfully passed that section of their course.

“That doesn’t help,” I retaliated. “You’re about to shove a plug up my ass.”

“You brought it with you.” He bounced his eyebrows playfully. “Now, relax and take it like a good girl.”

“Fucker,” I muttered.

“Love you, too, baby.”

The cool item pressed against my puckered starfish, demanding my surrender. If I resisted, it would be painful, so I did as he asked and relaxed. The plug slid into place, and my ass tightened around it to obediently hold it. It wasn’t unpleasant, just gave a full sensation.

The issue was his huge cock. That plug meant a fuller feeling when he thrust into me, and he already filled me to capacity.

Some men had short, stumpy cocks that rubbed the g-spot, but never gave enough length to satisfy you. Other men had long, thin pencil dicks that never really scratched your itch. There were the men you had to ask if he was in yet since his cock was hidden between his balls.

Jordan didn’t fit into any of those categories. His cock was long and thick, those four beads that formed his magical cross were designed for pleasure. Even blindfolded and in the middle of a gang bang I would know his cock by sensation alone. Believe me, it had happened in the Midnight Rooms. I knew the moment he thrust into me, my body naturally attuned to his on a different level.

He pressed the button on the bottom of my rampant rabbit, sparking it into life.

“I’m too sensitive,” I said, eying the huge vibrating beast apprehensively.

Jordan pressed it against my clit and my mouth fell open, my legs trying to clamp together. He was going to kill me with sensation overload. He started to rub it against my clit and I groaned, my teeth biting into my bottom lip to prevent me from shouting out.

My pelvis pulsed and my hips tilted up. He turned the plug in my ass, rotating until he began to massage those muscles. It took longer to orgasm with anal sex, and most men were finished before you came, but when it arrived the orgasm was earth-shattering. Jordan was the only man who’d ever been in that orifice. He’d made sure I came every single time, screaming as I thrashed on the bed.

I gasped when he pressed the vibrator on the end of the plug. It sent vibrations echoing into my ass and all I could do was stare at the ceiling as I delved into the sea of sensational overload, crashing along with the waves into shore as one after another, he made my body orgasm. He inserted the vibrator a few inches inside me and rotated until he pressed on my g-spot. His gaze locked on mine when he rubbed it vigorously over that spot, watching me as I sank helplessly into the depths of that ocean, drowning even as I tried to resurface as another orgasm crested over me.

“Please,” I croaked.

It was all too much, yet not enough since I craved his thick length stretching and filling me. Jordan leaned over me, his body pressing me further into the mattress.

“You belong to me, Megan. Every reaction, every emotion, every fucking moan belongs only to me. Say it,” he demanded.

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

The pressure built in my stomach again, my sensitive clit begging for a reprieve even as my flesh began to thrum. He traced the edge of my vibrator up and down the underside of his cock, and I watched the silver balls shimmy as if dancing. Jordan threw the vibrator onto the floor and speared hard and deep into me in one thrust, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that spoke to my very soul. The plug rebelled in my ass, but all my words were lost as his tongue warred with mine.

Jordan ploughed into me relentlessly, fucking me hard and deep to mark his claim on me. My legs wrapped around him to hold him since my arms were bound above me, my shoulders burning even as my body was forced up the bed repeatedly.

These were the moments that Jordan’s precious control crumbled and he belonged only to me. We were both stripped bare physically and emotionally, our bodies moving together rhythmically even as I struggled to breathe. He stopped at the deepest point inside me, churning his cock until I panted, his hand finding that plug to slide it in and out of my ass until I screamed my release, the orgasm detonating from deep in my womb to radiate out into the rest of my body. All that was left was a twitching mass of muscle spasms and tingling nerve endings.

Jordan started to thrust again, his movements slow and shallow at the beginning, then becoming hard and deep. There was nothing left inside me because I’d come too many times. My skin was coated in perspiration, and my throat was sore from screaming.

“I think you have another one in you, little butterfly,” Jordan said, his fingers finding my clit.

“Please, I think it’ll kill me.”

“There were nights when you were hanging from the beam in our room that you came until you did pass out. You are nowhere near done, Megan.”

My mouth opened but no sound came out. He was right. I remembered those nights vividly and goosebumps rose on my flesh at the memory. His cock thickened and I knew that we were both lost in the past, two people hidden from the world. We were still those people, only now the world knew who we were and that we were together. Our bodies moved as one, our lips stole each other’s secrets to keep them safe inside us, and our flesh moulded around the other until we were one entity.

My core was on fire, the friction burning deep inside me until I knew I would be barely able to walk tomorrow. Jordan didn’t claim politely, he took what was his and marked you until you knew where you belonged and to whom.

He ripped his lips off mine, his head pressing into my shoulder as we both dragged in much needed breath.

My body was a sacrifice at the altar of desire, my soul transcending to the heights of bliss as that pressure developed deep in my stomach again. Jordan angled his hips up and my back arched in desperate need. The plug increased the sensation in my core, those piercings rubbing and massaging with every thrust and drag.

I wanted to touch him, needed to trail my nails down his back until they dug into his ass while I ground myself on his cock.

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