Page 54 of His Toy

The slow, seductive laps of his tongue against her swollen flesh and the occasional nibble of her tender lips soon had her panting with need. She wanted him to suck her clit again, but didn’t ask. That was one point of pride left with her: she never asked for the pleasure.

Jordan gave it to her anyway. When he was ready.

It felt like her body was burning up from the inside out, as her insides clenched and spasmed, empty and hungry for fulfillment. Trish moaned and moved her hips up and down, her eyelashes fluttering open and shut the way they did when she was became lost in the physical sensations. Her orgasm built, too slowly for her comfort, as Jordan tormented her with pleasure.

When he moved away from her pussy and began kissing his way up her stomach, she nearly screamed with frustration. The need to cum was overpowering, and her body moved to connect with him, her pussy trying to rub along the hard muscles of his body as he slid upward. When he sucked her nipples into his mouth, she let go of the sheets and clutched at his head, pushing her small breasts upwards to encourage him. One large hand completely covered her other breast and squeezed it just hard enough to make her gasp with pleasure.

The head of his cock nudged against her pussy, and she bucked and tried to position it at her entrance, needing more.

Jordan grinned wickedly and tugged on her nipple with his teeth before releasing it. His large body covered hers, and he grabbed her hands and placed them over her head as his cock nestled against her slick hole. Trish moaned. She was about to get what she wanted. Needed. Whenever they were alone, Jordan restrained her, either with his hands or actual restraints. If people watched, he preferred for her to have her hands free. Those were his two dominant kinks.

Her pussy stretched as he moved his hips forward.

“Open your eyes.”

Trish moaned as she forced herself to look up at him. He always insisted on looking into her eyes as he entered her. That icy gaze took in every detail of her expression as his thick cock stretched her open. Whatever he saw, it always seemed to arouse him more. Sometimes Trish swore she could feel him get harder when she gazed up at him, helpless and trapped beneath his much larger, much stronger body.

And damn her own traitorous reaction: she became more aroused by it, as well.

She was so wet from his mouth, from being so close to orgasm, he could take her as roughly as he wanted. Which was probably his intent in waking her up the way he had. She cried out as his lips lifted in a soundless snarl, and he shoved in deep and fast, his cock splitting her open. She was wet, but she was always tight when he first entered her, and it would take several pounding strokes before her body would adjust to the length and girth of his dick as it split her open.

But the burning stretch felt as good as it did painful, and her body arched to rub her wet pussy lips against him. Trish wrapped her legs around his thighs and held onto him the only way she could, her hips canting up to meet him.

Before Jordan, she’d never had rough sex. Never known she would like it.

She’d never had sex in front of people. Or sex while restrained. Or sex with another woman.

Some of it she still didn’t like, but this… These mornings with just him teasing her body and then pounding her into submission beneath him… These she could become addicted to. When he wasn’t fucking her brains out, he treated her like a fragile flower. But in bed, he let loose with a savage dominance that left her pussy feeling bruised more often than not. Yet she orgasmed every time.

So hard… So hot inside her…

She came with a scream, ecstasy rolling over and through her as his dick rammed home. Her pussy became even more slick as she creamed herself on his cock and writhed beneath him in passionate bliss, her trapped wrists pushing uselessly at his hand. It was agony and rapture as he fucked her, just as hard, and forced her body to spasm as her pleasure-organs were overstimulated.

Trish’s drawn-out cry was strangled, her eyes wide open and sightless as she came again and again beneath him, her pussy clamping down around the thick cock that continued to pierce her with savage thrusts. She sobbed out another plea… an entreaty… It was too much.

“My name…” Teeth bit down on her ear. “Say it.”

“Jordan!”

She screamed again as he plowed into her, filling her completely before he went still. Her pussy throbbed so hard from her climaxes she almost didn’t feel the pulse of his cock inside her, the thick jets of liquid that filled her. Everything was white light and shimmering passion, her body tingling from head to toe, and the final satisfying shudders of her orgasm.

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When she woke again, it was exactly an hour later. Jordan had a morning routine that went like clockwork, no matter what.

“Come on, little girl, time to get up.” His eyes flickered over the naked length of her body once he’d pulled the sheets away. For a moment, those eyes lingered on the dark, pink lips of her pussy, still looking battered from earlier. Trish didn’t bother trying to get up because it didn’t matter. He would do exactly what he always did. A heartbeat later she was scooped up in his arms, and he was carrying her to the private washroom attached to his bedroom.

Jordan scrubbed her down in the shower, intimately and thoroughly, which left her gasping and aroused again, and then he picked out what she’d wear for the day while Trish sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Patiently. Like a doll.

As long as she didn’t move from the spot he’d put her in, she could do whatever she wanted. Swing her feet. Mess up the sheets. Ask him questions. He’d even answer. But move one inch from that spot and he wouldn’t just spank her, he’d get out the paddle.

The first few days she’d been resentful of his constant ordering of her life. Now she was used to it. She almost found the routine soothing in some ways. Yeah, Stockholm at its best: that was her.

Jordan pulled a light-pink dress from the closet and turned to come toward her. He tended to put her in the lighter colors—the ones that went so well with her pale features. Sometimes Trish wondered if he liked her for herself a little bit or if he was still just obsessed with her hair color. Because he definitely was.

That’s what came after getting dressed. He would sit her on his lap and brush her hair until it was almost dry. It was another part of the day she found soothing, although at least it made sense. It was also the part of the day she wished would last longer because once it was done, it was time to leave the room. Time to go out into the halls and the rooms where there were other men and women; where she would be exposed and played with and sometimes fucked in front of them.

At least none of them ever touched her. Not like Bella and Alex. Jordan liked to show her off, but he was wildly possessive.

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