Page 75 of Fighting for Her Heart
His finger teases my sex, and my pelvis tips back and into the pressure, but then my attention is drawn forward as he reaches toward the toys on the bed.
His hand drifts back and forth above the various selections, teasing me, knowing I’m watching, and then he picks up what looks like a very long chain of silicone beads strung together on a coated string, with a large ring at its end. Holding the ring he wiggles the device in my eyesight. The first bead is relatively small, but they grow bigger and bigger toward the ringed handle.
“What is that?” I ask, trying to imagine how that would feel pumping inside me. It doesn’t seem stiff enough to pump. Why didn’t he pick one of the faux cocks?
“These weighted beads are intended for the anus,” he says, matter of factly. “The packaging suggests a significant amount of lubrication.”
“Blood?” I ask, my voice unexpectedly husky.
He groans. “I think I will use this instead.” He holds up a small bottle of clear gelatinous liquid and quickly coats the top few beads of the device. He then parts my ass cheeks and pours some of the thick liquid there.
I yelp at the coldness, but then his finger arrives to massage the lube around my butthole. The pressure from the smallest bead presses against my opening and my body tightens, remembering the pain when he first fucked my ass. Ryker has been inside that hole since, but Zuben has not. With all we’ve done over the past few days, that’s a line he has yet to cross.
“Relax,” he says, and then he pushes the first bead inside me.
I exhale hard, already feeling full with just that tiny bead. Perhaps only a centimeter in diameter, it’s now lodged inside me. More lube falls against me, and then I sense more pressure as the second bead enters.
“Oh, ah!” It’s hard to describe how it feels. And hard not to remember the intense pain, overtaken eventually by pleasure, when Zuben thrust his cock inside this same space.
Having these two beads inside me isn’t painful, not really, but it’s already somuchthat I find it hard to imagine how my body has accepted a stiff cock driving into me.
He twists the beads, adds more lube to my opening, and then using a corkscrew motion, he presses in the third bead of at least eight that I counted. Maybe ten? Why didn’t I count them?
“I think that is enough for the moment,” he says. He kneads my ass cheeks, and the motion makes the beads move inside me. My pussy heats and dampens as the intense feeling of fullness quickly overwhelms me.
“Now I will stuff you with these.” He holds up another long string of beads I hadn’t yet seen on the bed. This chain’s beads are made of stainless steel and the string is impossibly long.
These beads are all the same size, at least an inch in diameter each, and strung together with a cord to form what looks almost like a necklace. At the end, there are four long ropes. What could the ropes be for?
Before I can ask, his finger dips inside my pussy. I can’t see what he’s doing, but then feel the pressure and coldness of one of the beads joining his finger and pressing against my entrance.
A sharp pinch of pain makes my hips buck as he stretches me with his fingers and then pushes the bead inside. My body quickly accepts the intrusion, and my internal muscles pulse around the steel, gaining so much pleasure from the increased fullness that I barely notice the second bead pressing against my entrance until he pushes it inside me.
Pressing my face down against the quilt, I rise up onto my toes on the floor at the side of the bed. He rubs my lower back, soothing me, waiting for my body to adjust, and I appreciate yet again, how easily Zuben can read my body, how he senses how much I can take and when I’m ready and eager for more.
We have our safe word, but I feel certain I won’t need to use it.
I lose count as he pushes more of the beads inside me, waiting each time for me to be ready, and the weight and volume of them inside me is so overwhelming, especially as they move against each other, each new participant fighting for a place to reside.
I feel like I couldn’t possibly accept any more beads inside me, when he pushes in another, then another, keeping his finger against each new one as my body adjusts to the volume, finding new space. Then he works on the anal beads, forcing another impossibly huge one inside me.
My mouth opens in a silent scream against the quilt, and then my body’s internal walls throb around the bulbous, weighted intrusions filling both of my holes.
“I think you are full enough for now,” he says, stroking around my entrance and then flicking the rod at the end of the beads in my ass. Every part of my body quivers.
“I have an idea.” He picks up a vibrator, one that’s long and smooth. Surely he doesn’t think there is room for anything else inside me!
Hearing the buzz as he turns it on, I tense up, and then it vibrates against my entrance. I drag in a shredded breath, the intensity already overwhelming, and then he pushes it inside me, maybe just an inch, but far enough to touch the last bead he inserted. The beads start to rattle against each other, rattle against me.
I buck back and the handle at the end of the anal beads must strike his body, because it drives in deeper.
I cry out. My body is yearning to climax, but it’s all so much right now, plus my insides are so full and tight I can’t imagine how I could ever achieve a release.
He slides the tip of the vibrator in and out of me, barely letting the weighted beads become still before they vibrate again, and then he leaves it lodged against the beads as he returns his main attention to the device protruding from my ass.
“In or out?” he asks, but more like he’s posing the question to himself, and he certainly doesn’t wait for an answer, before I feel the coldness of more lube and the pressure of another bead pushing into my ass.
My body wants to push the beads back out, but then I relax to accept the increased fullness, and the vibrations start up again, shaking the metal beads inside me as my ass muscles contract and release over and over around the silicone beads.
