Page 24 of Boundless
Len considered. Every molecule of his being was screaming out for him to say yes, to press down on her finger and see if the pleasure he was feeling could get any better, but weren't men not supposed to like this? Especially if they weren't interested in other men?
Daega sensed his indecision, pulling her finger away and making him whimper at the loss. "Is it—alright f-for me to want it?" he blurted, his eyes fixing on hers. He felt small, and stupid, and tried to roll away as soon as the words were out, regret urging him to run and hide, but she pressed down on his shoulder gently, keeping him still.
"We do nothing you don't want to, pet," she reminded him, tracing a soothing path up and down his chest with her free hand. "But there's no shame in pleasure, if that's what you’re asking. And I can promise you that this will beverypleasurable."
He shivered, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling on it.
"Yes," he whispered, taking her hand and kissing the palm. "I-I want to see what it's like. When you touch me...there."
She hummed appreciatively, devouring his mouth in a searing kiss. "Such a good boy for me. So brave."
His dick twitched again, every nerve alight and crying out for more, for Daega, for her to scoop him up and set him ablaze. He wanted to forget all about his father and his games, wanted to lose his sense of responsibility and guilt, wanted to just spend some time not thinking and feelinggood.
She leaned down and kissed him again, then settled between his thighs and poured more oil on her hands. "We'll go slow, aye? And you stop me if it doesn’t feel good. Do you want to leave it at words or would you like there to be a sign you can use if words fail you?"
The haze of lust that had ensnared his mind parted, and he gave that real consideration. Sometimes hedidfreeze up when he got overwhelmed.
"A sign, too. Please."
She nodded, smiling. "And what would be easiest?"
He bit his lip, considering carefully. "How about...if I s-slap the bed a bunch, that means stop."
"Show me."
He did, slapping his open palm loudly into the sheets several times.
"There you go, then: you say 'stop' or 'no' or do that, and it's done. Are you ready, sweetling?"
He nodded. "Yes," he breathed, wriggling under her gaze. "Please touch me, mistress."
She clucked in sympathy, her strong arm dipping between his legs to circle his hole again. "Are you aching for me, sweetness?"
"Y-yes," he panted, lifting his hips for her. But all she did was tease, her fingers carefully working him.
But then she was at his entrance, pressing a finger into him, past the softened ring of muscle, and sinking into him slowly. He gasped at the sensation, surprised by the pleasure gently flowing through him from her touch.
She stroked his thigh with her free hand, the play of her muscles under her smooth gray skin mesmerizing in the low light. "How does that feel?"
"G-good," he responded, though not quite as good as he'd hoped. Daega smirked, pumping in and out of him with her finger slowly, stroking his skin and murmuring how good he was doing.
"I'm going to add another now," she told him. "Knees up, dove," she instructed, and he obeyed, flushing at how open and spread out he was beneath her. "You're stunning, pet," she breathed, easing some of his self-consciousness. "My husband, you are a thing of beauty." Then she was removing her single finger and pressing in two at once.
He gasped at the stretch, starting and letting his knees sag down a little. But it didn't hurt, and he didn't want to disappoint Daega. He wanted to be her good little pet.
"Are you still doing alright, Len?" she asked, pausing in her movements.
"Yes. P-please keep going."
"Aye?" Her free hand snaked between his legs, gripping his softening cock and pumping him slowly, firmly, stealing his breath and distracting him from the slight burn of his hole stretching. "This is the hardest part, dove," she promised, moving inside him again. She grinned, her sharp teeth glittering in the low light. "From here I think you'll enjoy yourself much more." She thrust her fingers all the way inside him, the drag of her knuckles on his rim sending shivers of pleasure through him. But then she did something new, crooking her fingers inside him, and pleasure like he'd never felt before exploded through him.
He cried out, his cock throbbing in her hands and loosing a weak spurt of cum. She kept her fingers curled, rocking against that incredible, surprising spot inside of him. "W-what is that?" he breathed, shameful whimpers slipping past his lips.
"It's a pleasure spot males have," she said, pressing into it a little harder with the next thrust of her fingers. "The prostate. Do you want me to stop?"
"Don't—hng, bloody gods—don't youdare." He started grinding down onto her hand, silently begging for more. He wanted more of her fingers inside him, more of her hand on his cock, more of her sweet words and sweeter kisses.
As if sensing what he wanted, what he needed, she began scissoring her fingers out, stretching him wider, making him wail and writhe at the onslaught of sensation. "Daega—please—more!"
