Page 17 of Degrees of Control
“More ?” he asks.
“Oh, God, yes,” I say, softly panting.
He moves his finger, stretching me, allowing me to acclimate, before adding a second, slowly inserting them deeper. I moan aloud, fraught with need and push back against him.
“Baby, you moved,” he admonishes. I anticipate a nip on my ass, but instead, he removes his fingers and gently rubs a rounded object against my skin.
I can’t help the smile, knowing his intent. “This is going to feel like last time we trained,” he says, drizzling more of the warmed oil, rubbing it against my heated skin before slowly inching it forward. He pauses and allows it to stretch me before advancing the device inside of me.
“How are you doing, Baby?”
“Good,” I say as he waits momentarily, allowing me to acclimate to its girth before finding a slow and sensual rhythm.
I rock against him slowly, my breathing ragged with need. “Don’t stop, Chase.”
“Anticipation and patience, Baby,” he says, teasing me for some time before gradually slowing the motion. I hear a faint clicking sound in the background and he pauses but leaves the butt plug in place.
“Chase, Honey,” I moan.
“Shhh, this is going to feel much different than anything you have experienced. Take a deep breath and relax. Your body will instinctively wish to move and I want you to remain still and focus on the intensity. Absorb all of its pleasure, Baby.”
He presses another object forward and I gasp at the width— sizable and thick— as it enters my vagina. He advances it until it is rooted deep inside of me and I moan breathlessly and unashamedly, pushing back against him, wanting it inside of me as far as it will go.
“Baby, you moved,” he admonishes, and the butt plug begins to vibrate. I gasp. The vibration is slow, rhythmic, pushing and pulling inside of me, intrusive and hot.
“Honey,” I moan as he glides the dildo in and out, along the length of the butt plug. The intensity is too much and after a short time, I hear myself softly moan as wave after wave begins, leaving me trembling uncontrollably, gasping at the magnitude of my climax.
“Shh Baby,” he says.
“Baby, you moved, again,” he says, nipping my ass. I jump and am rewarded with a firm slap on the ass before I feel the rigidity of his cock slide into me.
I gasp at the feeling of him inside of me. “Chase, right there Honey,” I say, pushing back to meet him. He grasps my hips, sensually teasing me, over and over, pushing my body until I am panting and climbing again.
“I want to be deep inside of that tight little ass of yours tonight,” he says, pulling out of me and rubbing his rigidity against the entrance of my ass.
“Chase, I want you,” I murmur.
“Patience, Katarina. We’ve trained well, but we still need to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pushing gently, teasing me, but holding himself in check at the anal ring.
“Okay, Baby?” he asks.
“I’m so ready,” I say heated with desire, but he barely inches forward, allowing the ring time to stretch and accommodate his size. The rhythm of the vibrator suddenly intensifies and wave after wave begins to pulse and this time he effortlessly slides past the anal ring and I feel his cock moving inside of me.
I gasp, “Chase it feels so hot. Oh, God, so much better than the toys, Honey,” I moan breathlessly.
“How are you doing, Baby?” he asks.
“Chase, this is so hot, don’t stop, Honey,” I pant, grinding into him as he pushes deeper, fully rooting himself inside of me. I can barely catch my breath as he grasps my hips and begins to drive his cock over and over into my ass.
“Chase,” I moan.
“Baby, cum with me,” he urges, and I am lost at his command. My entire body convulses around his cock at the same time he releases deep inside of me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I wake up and the sunis spilling into the bedroom from the french patio doors. The clock registers nine a.m., and I stretch, feeling slightly stiff, but wonderfully relaxed after an incredible night of sex. I look over at the empty bed and shake my head. He runs on such a small amount of sleep. I reach for my robe and go in search of him. He is in the kitchen reading a news article spread out on the table. I slide onto his lap and capture his lips with mine.
“Missed you while you were gone, yesterday,” I whisper against his mouth.
