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My smile broke out into a full grin as I kissed her deeply and proudly. "That's my girl." I chuckled against her lips as I pushed the last bit of the toy into her ass, making her gasp and whimper.
"Fuck," I hissed out between gritted teeth when I felt how eagerly her body pulled it in and her tight ring snuggly hugged the base. "So fucking full and tight, darling." I could feel the toy pressing against my aching cock through the thin wall between her pussy and ass.
Turning the toy on low, I held her squirming body tightly with both arms as I looked down at her darkly. "You're going to keep that in until I'm completely done with you tonight, got that?" A groan bubbled in my chest as I felt the muffled vibrations through my cock. "I'm going to fuck and fill this cunt." Snaking a hand down her backside, I walked my fingers along her inner thighs until I found her clit. "Then I'm going to stuff and plug it up with a toy so all my cum stays inside of you while we go eat dinner." Teasingly, I rubbed slow circles against her clit, making her moan softly.
Eliza hid her blushing face into my chest with a gasping nod of her head. "Yes, sir." I loved how compliant and submissive she was when tired.
Don't get me wrong, I loved her little bratty bite at times, but I much preferred her melting at my feet. A part of me felt that she liked that, too, even if she denied it.
Outside of Asher, the only time I'd ever seen her truly at peace was by my side without a worry in the world. She was at her best when she knelt by my side or sat in my lap, listening and obeying my every command without any pushback. Sometimes, I wished she'd let me take care of her more so that she could enjoy her life more. Especially since fully submitting to me brought her so much solace.
The way her body naturally relaxed, not a note of tension to be strung across her body, nor any spec of worry in her dilated eyes. I wanted her in that state always, not flustered and worrying about whatever trivial thing ran through her mind.
Pulling my mind out of my mental hole, I let my senses take in my lovely Eliza as she moved against me in her little struggle to settle. "It feels so weird to have something in both holes like this and something big, too." Her small voice brushed against my sensitive neck right before the feeling of something wet and sharp pricked along its length.
Gripping her bubbly cheeks with a low groan, I rolled my hips into her, giving some lazy thrusts to encourage her. "Ride me a bit, darling. Slowly." I needed to get my mind in a better space before I could fuck her properly.
I knew it'd be a tight fit and feel fucking amazing with her ass stuffed, but fuck did I underestimate how delightful it'd feel. If I bent her over my desk now and went at her, I'd blow in a few thrusts.
Shakily, Eliza lifted her hips with a breathy moan. "I might come if I ride you," she whimpered with a soft cry, staying up and refusing to bring herself back down on my impatient cock.
Sliding a hand up her body, I stroked her cheek lovingly. "No," I said in a firm voice, smiling at her warmly in a smug way. "You won't because I said so, and your body knows better than to disobey me." At least her training had been good so far.
Once she managed to get ahold of herself, there wasn't an orgasm out of line. Speaking of training, though…
Her body shuddered at my wicked grin as I leaned up to her. The small struggle from her to move away caused me to quickly grab her face to hold it firm. Teasingly, I brushed my lips across her trembling ones, kissing the edges of her lips but never fully taking them. My lustful eyes locked with hers in an intense gaze, and my tongue danced in my mouth with a need to utter a single word as she slowly rode my cock.
Not yet though.
Seeing her bated breaths as her nervous eyes looked at me with such anticipation was too sweet. Also, the more tension, the better the orgasm, in my opinion.
Salacious ardor filled my mouth as the word hung on my tongue, ready to dart out like a snake's tongue. Tightness clenched at my chest as my breathing paced out to match my lover's the more I tortured myself for my own enjoyment. My throat threatened to strangle itself as the ache of my dominant voice fought to be let out.
"Crash."
Chapter 21
Eliza
"Crash."
And that I did.
The crushing pain of rapture assaulted my body the instant he said the command in that deep, dominating voice of his. Every fiber of my being bent to the single word, snapping. And all I could do was moan helplessly while I rode out the waves of my orgasm.
I don't know how or when it became possible, but somehow, we’d managed to condition my body to orgasm on command. I felt a little stupid for laughing and mocking him about the whole thing when he first brought it up. The idea had sounded like he was going to Pavlov me or some shit, which seemed ridiculous.
Yeah, not so ridiculous, obviously.
Thinking about the process behind it all made it sound like a fantasy you would see in porn or read in fiction. I mean, to go from nothing to an orgasm because of a simple word or command? Come on, saying it still sounded weird and unbelievable. Yet somehow it happened.
I could be sitting there on the couch doing nothing but watching TV, completely not aroused in the slightest, but the moment he saidthatword in a very specific tone, my entire body ignited. It might not be as intense as an orgasm gotten through hard work, but it was an orgasm nonetheless.
Biting my bottom lip, I sucked in a sharp breath and let my hips drop back down on him the moment my orgasm simmered down. "Sir, please, don't," I begged him with desperate eyes when I saw the way his clouded up with so much dark and playful lust.
It was so hard to keep ahold of myself right now with him in my cunt and the vibrator in my ass. Then, the way my hard nipples brushed and scraped against the shirt I wore didn't help to keep my body anchored. I burned with an all-consuming passion from the endless assault of pleasure coming at me from every angle.
I couldn't escape. There was no escape.
