Page 30 of For Your Heart
Then he climbs back on so he’s between my spread legs. My dick jumps in excitement. “Here’s what I want to do to you, Sage: I want to put this cock ring around your big, leaking dick. Then I want to use your toys on you, bringing you so close to orgasm over and over, you’re going to feel like you’re coming apart. Then I’m going to fuck you while I use this vibrator against your dick. And again, bring you painfully close to orgasm, but never let you reach that satisfaction. Once I’ve filled my condom while I’m buried in your ass, I’ll take your cock ring off and swallow you down so I can choke on your cum while you fill me with your release.”
His words make my entire body tremble. I swear, even my toes are trembling where they’re curled.
“Are you okay with that?” he asks.
I nod.
“We’ll agree on a safe word. It can’t be ‘no,’ ‘stop,’ ‘don’t,’ or anything that generally means stop. From what I’ve read, many times when you say those in these moments, you don’t really want it all to stop. That’s not to say that people just say them and don’t mean them. I’m talking about this particular situation. Between you and me. So, if you say anything like that, I’m not going to stop. What word do you want to use if you want me to stop?”
“Pepsi,” I say.
He blinks at me. “Pepsi?”
Nodding, I say, “I hate Pepsi. It’s a gross bubbly sugar drink that makes you burp and tastes like corn syrup. It’s gross.”
Damon chuckles. “Okay. You say ‘Pepsi’ and everything stops. Obviously, I can’t untie you quickly, but everything else stops. I’ll untie you after.”
“I don’t want to be untied.”
He moves to get between my legs and settles in as if this is going to be a long ordeal. I’m nearly whimpering already and he hasn’t touched me.
“So, you’re okay with everything I said I want to do to you?” he asks, running his fingers over my bare skin. The sensitive places between my thigh and groin.
“Yes. I’m more than okay with it. Do it all, Damon. Do everything. I want everything.”
Damon chuckles again, bowing his head. His hair falls into his face, but I’m easily distracted as he runs his fingers along my crack. My body tries to jerk or jolt or something, but I’m held firmly in place. Something he doesn’t miss and grins at.
Taking my cock in his hand, he slides on the cock ring, stretching it wide to fit down my length and over my balls. When he puts it in place, I feel like I’m being choked. Like my throat is being choked. I whine and try to wiggle again, as if I can find some position that will relieve the feeling.
The pleasure at having me helpless before him makes Damon smile wickedly. “Want to be blindfolded?” he asks.
I must be possessed because I nod. Damon moves and returns with one of my scarves. He’s gentle and careful not to get my hair caught in the knots.
“Now all you can do is feel,” he says, his voice close to my skin. I can feel his breath over my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me.
The popping of the lube bottle is the next thing I hear. Then I wait. Listening to nothing but my blood pump in my ears. He’s not touching me. I don’t feel any movement at all.
Then his hand is on my ass a moment before he’s shoving in a butt plug. I gasp in surprise as it settles into place, my ass clenching around it. His hand remains on my ass, but the other moves to my cock, rubbing up and down it. Tweaking the loose skin. Pinching my slit. Fondling my balls.
I whine a little, and then he’s pulling the plug out. I don’t hear anything for another minute and it’s sudden when he shoves something else in my ass. A dildo. In one deep thrust, he’s got it wedged inside me. His hand moves from resting on my ass cheek to gripping my dick as he slowly fucks me with the toy.
“You have no idea how hot this is,” he says.
I shudder at his words, trying to concentrate on my breathing. This is the smallest dildo. It’s a little bigger than the plug. It was my first.
He’s slow with it, using it to stretch me.
I’m not sure how he manages it, but it feels like maybe he’s got a third hand. He never releases my cock, but the little dildo vacates my ass and the next is shoved in without more than a second between.
I moan, trying to buck up into him. Trying to push down harder on the fake dick. But I can’t move. It’s a rush. It’s frustrating. My dick throbs and my balls hurt already. There’s tingling throughout my entire body.
He finally slides it into and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. I need more. Again I try to move my body to get the friction I need, but I’m at his mercy for my pleasure. He pulls it out and I whine at the emptiness.
The bed shifts and abruptly the biggest of my dicks impales me hard. Over and over and over as I writhe beneath him. Babbling as he plays with my dick and abuses my ass.
Then he’s suddenly not there and I gasp. The room feels cold. My breathing is the only thing I hear until I whimper. “Damon?” I ask quietly.
“Yes. You’re not alone.”
