Page 62 of Empty Heat
He put the toy inside me uninflated. Slowly, he worked within me until I was ecstatic, and gradually sized it up.
I felt uncomfortable at first, but he rubbed my thighs and my cock, and spoke softly, instructing me how to relax. With every size, he stroked me and encouraged me and told me I was doing very well.
“It’s too slow,” I complained.
“It’s a process, sweetheart. You need to take your time.”
“Because I’m a mess.” I was feeling so impatient.
“No.” He leaned over me and kissed me.
His kisses were not required, but they sent me flying. I gripped him, loving the feel of his cock rubbing over my hip.
“You’re special, so you require special handling. That’s all.” He kissed me again.
“Broken,” I replied, when he let up for air.
“Never do I ever want to hear you say that.”
“No one will ever be this patient with me. Even if I learn, it will never happen. I will never find a mate.”
I was suddenly overcome with insecurity, as if from left field. One moment I’d been happy and wanting to come, and now I was overwhelmed. My heat was not over, it was just screwing with my emotions. And so was Lev, calling me sweet omega and sweetheart. I loved it. Too much.
“Not true,” Lev began. “The right person—"
“Take it out.” Tears warmed my eyes. “Now, please. Take it out.”
“Of course.” Lev gently pulled the toy from my opening. It slid out fast. I watched through blurred eyes as he set it aside, feeling emptier than ever.
He lay down alongside me, but I turned away. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m freaking out. I’m sorry.”
His weight on the mattress and warmth so near were a strange comfort. I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t want the toy any longer.
“You were up to a size seven, my sweet. That’s big for anyone. Youcanbe stretched. Your doctors just didn’t know how to tell you—or teach you.” Lev spoke with a level tone.
Size seven was high. I’d done well. But it had taken too long. I’d had too much time to think. To get tangled in my thoughts.
“I want to be able to take a knot but not with all this work.”
I heard him breathe in a little fast. I sensed his hand rising to touch me but he never completed the gesture. “I would think anyone would love to take their time with you if they loved you.”
I had to smile a little through my tears. “I want you to do it, then. So I know. Now, please.”
“What?” Lev asked.
“Knot me.” I rolled back to face him. He was frowning but his cock was still hard.
“Do it so I know. Just in case I meet someone.” I almost pouted as I spread my legs, knees bent, pillow under my ass, and waited.
“Callum, I—” Lev looked a little pained.
“You can do it, right? Show me. That’s what I want.”
He paused and I almost took offense, but finally, he nodded and rose so he was positioned between my legs.
His fingers touched me all around my hole, and one inserted itself easily. There was no give at all. “You are sufficiently open.”
“Yes. I know. You said I was stretched big by that toy.” I tried to smile.
