Page 53 of Midnight Dissonance

He cupped her pussy and found her sopping wet. “You’re fucking drenched, lass. But before I begin, there’s one last thing. You are not to come until I allow it. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whined.

“Good girl.” Josh knelt, inhaling her sweet musk, and parted her labia.

Leaning in, he swiped his tongue through her crease, growling at her exquisite sweetness. He teased her clit, circling the nub as it hardened for him, then latched his mouth around it and sucked hard until she cried out at the pleasure. But that only made him hungrier for her cries.

He ate her cunt until her cream coated his chin and her thighs. Only then did he grab the last of the magnetic clamps and affixed them to her clit.

She moaned low, and her head dropped onto the bench.

He smacked her rump. “No. Keep those eyes open and look out the window. Or I will fuck your mouth and deny you an orgasm.”

“Yes, Sir,” she grumbled, but lifted her head back up. He rubbed the red handprint on her ass. “Good girl.”

And Josh rose to his feet. Grabbing the lube, he smeared some over her back channel, pressing a single digit inside, stretching her. He thrust his finger in and out past the taut ring of muscle as she relaxed into it. Then he added a second and third finger, and with every deep thrust, he would spread his fingers, preparing her channel to take the large conical butt plug.

He was giving her dual penetration tonight. Moving forward, this was the only way she would ever have it, with him using a butt plug or a dildo. Because he meant what he told her—she belonged to him, and that included every part of her.

When her moans crescendoed with his fingers pumping in and out without obstruction, he removed them and grabbed the plug. Coating the plug with more lube, he pressed the tip of the device against her anus. “Deep breaths for me, lass.”

He began working it inside her channel. Thrusting it in and out, progressing deeper with each pass. This thing would turn her pussy into a clamp for his dick. She’d be tighter than ever before when he finally fucked her.

His cock twitched, and he felt more precum leaking from the tip.

The plug finally slid home. “Now there’s a sight. How are you doing, lass?”

“It feels so good, Sir. But I really want to come.”

He leaned over her back and murmured in her ear. “You’ll come on my cock and not a moment before, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He gripped her ass cheek and squeezed. “Good girl.”

And then, because he was a smidgeon sadistic, he turned the vibrations of the butt plug on low and was rewarded by her gasped groan of pleasure.

He couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Flames licked across Lexi’s skin, engulfing her entire body.

This man was slowly driving her out of her mind with ecstasy. She fought to keep her eyes open and on the window. But it was difficult with the riot of sensations blasting her body. The tinges of pleasurable pain and the vibrations in her ass.

She was beyond ready for him to fuck her.

But he was a Dom in the purest sense of the word. He wasn’t a pushover, and he’d make her toe the line. Otherwise he would have contacted Gabe to have her suspension lifted.

But she adored the praise he heaped upon her. It went a long way toward mending all her broken pieces. She’d never had anyone be this attentive or tell her how good she was until Josh. And after years of feeling like she would never measure up, it shifted her internal perception of herself.

Because she believed she would always be the odd man out. The one who never really fit in with anyone. The woman who was always put down and made to feel lesser simply because she wouldn’t conform to their ideologies of how they believed life should be.

Leather tresses caressed her back.

Her breath expelled in a rush. It had been ages since she had been properly flogged.

Josh drew the falls down her back and over her ass, teasing the vibrating plug in her rear. If someone had told her a few weeks ago that she would willingly be here with Josh and enjoying the hell of out being with him, she would have asked if they were a few beers shy of a six-pack.

“Remember your safeword, lass.”

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