Page 359 of Phobia
“I want to make love to you too. I hope you know I really mean it when I say, we already are intimate, and I don’t doubt your devotion. If you’re ready to go further, if you’re curious and want more, I am more than happy to oblige, my love.” He smirks and my belly swoops, as there is so much I can imagine us doing. His eyes tell me the story of the passion we are yet to share and I am exhilarated. “But,” he goes on, his eyes serious and looking straight into my soul. “If you change your mind, if you feel uncertain, if you are hurting, if it becomes too much, I need you to be brave and honest and we will stop immediately. I love you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Better than any dream. Superior to any fantasy. Don’t you ever forget how damn luckyI am,to have you in my life.”
I swallow my emotions, bobbing my head quickly, and trying to blink away the tears that are clouding my eyes. Quickly, I remember myself, and I croak, “Yes, I promise, I will. If…I love you, Dee.”
He leans in for a kiss and I melt against his body, greedily stealing his sweetly scented breath, reveling in the rhythm of his racing heart.
His fingers caress my lips and I part them for him as he looks down at me intently. He presses his forefinger inside and I suck on it on instinct. He smiles then fucks my throat gently for a few sweet moments. I relax and take him in as deep as he wants to go. He beams with pride. As soon as I feel his hand retreating, I release his finger with a wet pop.
He pulls me up to be completely flush to his chest and nuzzles his chin on my shoulder. He is looking down, where his hand travels beneath my balls and finds my hole. I meet his eyes in the glass walls and I look at us. He hooks my knee over his other arm, and I am exposed to him and to everything else looking back at us in the house of glass that has become my home.
The tip of his finger grazes my anus and I shiver, clamping down. He isn’t prodding. He is gently rubbing my entrance, spreading my spit into the rim of tight muscles.
He does that for a long time, reapplying his own spit, and I am so fascinated by how patient he is, even though his giant cock is rock-hard, poking at my back. He lets go of me suddenly and leans back digging for something in his nightstand.
It’s the bottle of oil and a pack of extra-large condoms. I shiver as I know he definitely needs them. I’m only sad I won’t get to feel him without any barriers between us the first time he enters me.
He resumes his previous exploration, only this time his fingers are slick with oil, and the glide over my hole is smooth and sensual. I press into the tips that tease me gently. I really want this. I need to feel Dee inside of me. I want to be surrounded by his body and feel him possess me with every part of his being. I yearn to give him the only thing I have to give – my body and my warmth.
His forefinger dips inside me to the first knuckle and I clench around it. I tremble and I hate it, but I desire Dee’s touch so much. His hands move away slowly. He gets off the bed, extending his muscular arm to me in an invitation.
“Come here, darling,” he coos at me, and I find myself following him off the bed, clasping his warm fingers, mesmerized by the heat in his black endlessly deep eyes.
He leads me to the darkness, where we collide with our reflection. He tucks me into his powerful arms, and I melt in his embrace, smitten and forever his. He kisses me slowly, licking into my mouth, driving me crazy.
He pulls away gently and turns me to face the glass alone. “Part your legs, darling,” he mutters as he kisses my shoulder. I do it, even if facing the darkness alone, is scary.
He kneels behind me, and I feel his breath graze my cheeks.
“What do you want, darling?” he mutters as he licks my crack with the flat of his tongue.
I whimper, “I want you to fuck me, Dee.”
He parts my cheeks and kisses my entrance, then swirls his tongue over the puckered skin. “Here?” He mutters his question over my hole, his breath teasing all the sensitive nerves bundled at that one spot.
“Yes. Right there. I want you. I want to be yours. Only yours. Forever.”
He kisses my left cheek and mutters “Oh, darling, I was never going to let you go. You were always meant to be mine. Forever. No matter the cost.”
I shiver as I know exactly what that means. I was never going to leave this place, even if I wanted to. Even if I begged and pleaded, Dee would have never released me from this jail made of glass. I would flutter and fade inside his home, lost to the outside world forever. I would never utter a word to another soul.
The realization should horrify me – it is my final dive into the obyss. I have fallen into the arms of someone so dangerous, he has no qualms about displaying his crimes for everyone to see. There is no one else, I stand convinced, who can do more damage than Dee. He is a monster made of darkness, who has come to claim me at last.
I should be scared. I should be repulsed by how much his declaration moves me. Our love is madness. We are both insane. But all I end up doing is arching my back, reaching for my ass cheeks and spreading myself open for him.
“Don’t ever let me go,” I plead as I push my ass out and hope my offering will please him.
He says nothing else as his tongue licks over my hole, then plunges right in, soft yet firm and powerful. My knees go slack right away. I want this man so much I’m trembling and can hardly get my breathing under control. The little moans that escape my lips grow louder and needier as I spread myself wider, asking for more of him.
He doesn’t toy with me. Dee demonstrates his desire for me as he passionately eats me out. I whimper and cry out in pleasure, the leaking tip of my cock brushing into the cold glass. My face is flushed, pressed to the glass sideways, my left cheek fogging the wall with my heat.
He rises behind me, and I feel almost delicate as his tall broad stature looms above me. His fingers reach for my neck, and he gently pulls me in for another passionate kiss, while his hips buck behind me, rutting his cock between my ass cheeks.
“So soft and pretty for me. Mine. Only mine,” he mutters into our kiss, and I manage to reach for his neck, raising myself on my tippytoes, clinging to him, and rolling my hips to meet his thrusts.
I moan and I feel his thick cockhead graze my hole, but this time I clench, wanting to feel it inside me. For the first time in my life, I need to feel this fullness so badly I’m ready to beg for it.
“Dee,” I whine into our kiss. My lover is kind. He takes no pleasure in me begging. He gives me what I need. Always.
He enters me slowly with his finger as I gasp against his lips.
