Page 115 of Veiled Flames
Tynan bends my legs up toward my chest and leans against one to hold it in place. My other leg flops limply to the side as Tynan continues to play with the trainer, twisting it, pushing it, tugging it. And then, just as I start to get used to all these new feelings, he pulls the trainer right out.
I gasp. The exit brings on a sharp pinching pain, instantly replaced by a wave of pleasurable relief. But before I can even process the change, he presses the hard object straight back inside me. My body pulses in response, shaking and confused by so many conflicting sensations so close together.
“You enjoyed that,” he says without a hint of a question. And before I can even think of responding, he does it again, pulling the trainer right out and pushing it back in. My bum hole is burning and throbbing now, as if my heart is beating down there.
He jumps off the bed, returning with the tin of bear grease, and he adds more to the trainer the next time he pulls it out. It’s more slippery now and feels even better as he works the trainer inside me, again and again, without any predictable pattern.
Tynan toys with the marble, toys with me. He tugs it partially out and pushes it back in; then he pulls it all the way out. I never know exactly when he’ll fully extract it, or how long he’ll poke the narrow end gently into my pulsing entrance before forcing the thick part back inside.
His other hand rests low on my belly, stroking me, sometimes pressing down while the trainer is inside, and it makes my body feel the fullness with even more intensity. His fingertips skirt through my triangle of hair, making me shudder, but he hasn’t yet returned to my button nor my cleft. All of his attention is focused on the trainer and my belly, and he continues to demonstrate all the ways he can deliver me pleasure. A kind of pleasure I never imagined before tonight.
I’m lost now. Unable to speak or to move. I stare at the stars painted on the ceiling, but my eyes don’t truly see. Every sense, every part of my mind and my body is engaged in reactingto what Tynan is doing with the trainer, and how his hand is teasing my belly and the hair below it.
“I’ve got an idea.” His bright eyes make contact with mine. “Don’t move.”
As if I could.
Leaving the trainer inside me, Tynan leaps off the bed, retrieves something from his jacket and then lands kneeling between my bent and widely spread knees. His stiff member bounces, but he barely seems to notice, and I wonder how he manages to function with such an unwieldy protuberance.
I lift my gaze from his rod as he pulls a white marble trainer from a velvet pouch.
“What? No!” I retract on the bed and my body clenches around the trainer already inside. “That thing isfartoo big. I only just started my sphincter training.”
“Oh, my sweet and innocent Rose.” He grins. “I don’t plan to use this trainer back here.” He toys with the marble orb inside my bottom.
“But…” I shake my head back and forth, confused. “Whatdoyou mean to do with it?”
His fingers slide through my folds, and I squirm and moan in response, no ability to control my body’s reactions.
“Before I fuck you with this—” Tynan bucks his hips, and his rod bounces “—I’m going to fuck you with this.” Making a circle with his thumb and forefinger, he runs it over the shape of the trainer, mimicking penetration.
This second trainer is so much longer than the one inside me. It’s less of a tear drop, and looks more like a cock, except that its surface is smoother—lacking veins and ridges—and there is a significant bulge a few finger spans above its base. I’d think the bulge was the handle, but there is more length and then an obvious handle below that. The bulge looks as thick, perhaps thicker, than the girth of Saxon’s hardened cock.
Fear grips me.
“If you don’t enjoy it.” Tynan pulls me back to the moment. “I promise I’ll stop.” He licks his upper lip. “But I think you might find this pleasurable.Quitepleasurable.”
“I found your rod quite pleasurable.”
He laughs. “All in good time, my beautiful Rose. All in good time. But I plan to serve up several more courses before your dessert.”
I can’t help but laugh at his metaphor, or how he equates delivering his cock as the sweetest treat of the meal, but I’m curious about what these promised courses could possibly be. And my speculation only increases my excitement and arousal. Tynan is surprising me in so many ways.
“First,” he says. “Let me assure you, this trainer has been boiled since its last use. And…” His confident expression falters for a second. “And I know well that it fits inside a cunny.”
“A cunny?”
“A cunt. Your lady channel.”
“Oh.Cunny.” I repeat the word. “I like that better than cleft.” Then I frown. “How do youknowit will fit?” I realize the answer before my question is fully out. “You’ve put this trainer insideothercunnies.”
“Yes.” He nods. “Not this one, but ones like it.”
I absorb the information. What does it matter? Tynan either knows, or strongly suspects, that I’ve had sex with Saxon. It doesn’t seem to bother him.
Saxon admitted to having many lovers before me, and although he’s much younger, I’m sure Tynan has too. Why should it matter if he’s used a trainer on a woman before?
As I watch him gauge my reaction, I realize that while his past doesn’t matter to me, hisfuturedoes. Going forward, I very much donotwant Tynan to pleasure any woman but me. Not ever.
