Page 73 of Fighting for Her Heart
But just as I’m thinking that, the ice phallus draws out, quickly replaced by something else. The object’s similarly sized, and it’s warm, getting warmer as he moves it slowly inside me.
“What’s that?” I ask, breathless.
“A heated dildo,” he responds against my clit. Then his tongue flicks my nub lightly as he withdraws the warm dildo and replaces it again with what must be a fresh piece of ice.
“Ah!” My hips buck forward, and he moves his mouth away from my clit.
I miss that stimulation, but am quickly distracted as he alternates the two phalluses, hot, then cold and then hot, over and over, until even the new piece of ice has grown thin. He leaves it melting inside me.
A whirring sound starts, and then something vibrates against my clit as his mouth closes over my opening, licking and sucking as if drinking the remaining cold water that’s draining out of me, mixed with my juices.
He presses the vibrating object more solidly over my clit, and I come, hard, my hips bucking. He wraps one arm around me to steady my hips, as he continues to press the vibrator against my clit and suck on my opening, licking me there.
The stimulation’s so much. I try to pull my legs together, but whatever’s holding them apart—a bar?—prevents any movement.
“Are you ready to be fucked?” he asks against my sex.
“Yes! Please!”
In a flash, he turns me, bending my torso forward. My upper body and head are against the mattress, and then, just as quickly, he positions pillows under my shoulders, so my face isn’t pressed right down.
“What shall I put inside you first?” he asks against my ear. “And which hole should I stuff full first?”
My breath hitches. “Your cock. I want your cock. Inside me. Now. Please.” Fingers aren’t going to cut it at the moment.
His hands slide over my ass, gently stroking. “That will come later,” he says softly. “Today is aboutyourpleasure, not mine, and I have a large variety of stimulating objects with which to delight you, before I allow my cock any relief.”
Something cool and hard slides over my lower back.
“Would you like to see all I have planned for you?”
I nod.
He unties the blindfold and pulls it off me, and then holding the padded bar that’s behind my neck, he pulls me up a few inches. Across the bed in front of me lie a dozen dildos of varying lengths, girths and textures. Some look like they have batteries while others are formed of glass or polished stone. Some are small, and some are impossibly big—as big as Axe.
He picks up a relatively small dildo that’s got a large bulb at the end, a handle I presume.
“I think I will try this one first.”
Biting my lower lip, I nod.
He squeezes the bulb at the end, and what looks like a hundred bumps protrude out from the dildo as the entire thing triples in size.
I gasp. This won’t be the slow start I expected. The relatively small phallus not only expands, it also changes texture as he pumps on the bulb at its end to show me what’s coming.
His hand slides down my back, and then rests low and firm just above my ass, as he traces the dildo through my folds, teasing me, dampening it with my juices.
Finally, he presses it inside. I’m so wet and ready, and it’s so narrow compared to my men, that it slides in with little resistance. And then he plunges it in and out of me a few times, slowly, luxuriously, making me want so much more.
Leaving it fully lodged inside me, he squeezes on the bulb at its base, and it expands inside of me, widening against my walls, and I gasp at the increased fullness. Then he twists it, and I can sense every one of its nubs as they strike my walls in different places.
While it’s not as intimate as being penetrated by Zuben himself, the strange dildo stimulates every nerve inside me, and the slickness inside me grows.
Continuing to twist and turn the phallus inside me, he releases the pressure on its end, and then pumps it again. Over and over he penetrates me while intermittently changing the phallus’s shape and position. I never know when the extra girth and internal prods will come.
An orgasm is building, from deep inside me, and I moan against the quilt, my head tipping forward and away from the bar behind my neck that’s still holding my wrists level with my shoulders.
Still moving the dildo inside me, Zuben lifts my hips slightly and slides something under my sex, carefully feeling for my clit and leaving something against it when his fingers retract.
