Page 87 of Redemption

He takes his time toying with me, playing with me like he has all the time in the world to explore my pussy. He seems intent on memorizing each of my shallow sighs and quiet whimpers in response to his teasing touch.

My body hums for him, bliss illuminating every inch of my flesh until I’m incandescent with pleasure.

“Master.” My lips form his title, but barely any sound escapes from my restricted chest. “Master, Master, Master…”

It’s beyond an orgasm. There is no building tension, no vicious, cresting wave of ecstasy. I am a being of pure pleasure, endless and complete.

He plays with all of me, exploring my ass as well as my pussy. He tests me, entering me in teasing strokes before pushing deeper. Stretching wider.

Something cool and wet drops onto my asshole, and I shudder at the intensity of carnal sensation when my body is alight with sensual awareness.

A larger intrusion presses against my tight hole, and I know it’s not his finger this time.

“Relax,” he coaxes. “You can take the plug. I want to fill you up while I fuck your cunt.”

I’ve never experienced anything like this, but I trust him implicitly. My body softens to accommodate the intrusion. He slowly pumps it into me in slow, short strokes, stretching me wider with each gentle thrust. Pain edges my pleasure, and my fingers curl into the sheets.

“Almost there,” he urges. “Good girl. Take it for me.”

He tweaks my clit with his other hand, and my inner muscles contract. The plug slips into me fully, and the pain abates as it settles deep inside me.

The penetration is strange, but not entirely uncomfortable. And as he continues to stroke my clit, the pleasure that fills my entire being begins to concentrate at my core.

“Are you ready for me, pet?”

“Always,” I whisper.

He kneels behind me and lines his hard cock up with my wet pussy. Now that he’s almost inside me, I’m desperate for him to fill me. He enters me in one long, slow slide, then stills. I lift my hips in wanton invitation for more, and his fingers dig into my butt, holding me still with a bite of bruising pain.

He stretches me wide open and simply stares down at me, indulging in the lewd sight of the toy filling my ass while his cock is buried deep inside me.

I begin to quiver. I’ve never felt so unbearably full, and the erotic stimulation is becoming too intense to bear.

He taps on the base of the plug, and I cry out as forbidden pleasure shudders through me. It undulates through my core, and my inner walls contract around him.

He hisses out a sharp curse, and his fingers flex into my tender flesh.

Finally, mercifully, he starts to move inside me. His cockhead drags across my g-spot, and I shake with the force of the ecstasy that rolls through me in relentless waves. Each time he thrusts deep, he pushes on the base of the plug. He lays claim to my body, just as he promised from the very beginning.

Tears gather at the corners of my eyes; the strength of my emotions is too intense for me to contain them within myself.

He takes me in a merciless rhythm, using my body for his own pleasure. I’m lost in a flood of euphoria, and I fall out of time and place. All that exists is Dane.

My dark god.

My protector.

My master.

He comes undone on a roar, and his hot seed lashes into me, branding me. His name shudders from my constricted chest on a choked cry.

He catches me as my muscles give out, holding me beneath him to keep us joined for a few moments longer.

“No,” I whimper when he finally pulls out.

He shushes me gently. “I promised to take care of you,” he reminds me. “You need to breathe properly.”

His hands are on me again, tugging at the rope.

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