No Strings Attached

Chapter Twenty Two

“One day you will,” he muttered, “Anal is the ultimate submission. It means you’ve given me everything you can, there’ll be no other way left that I could make you mine. I need that. A complete and total surrender of wills – I’ll be your master in every way that I can. But, you’ll need to be ... let’s say trained before you can take my cock.”

“You already are my master,” she groaned – anticipation and butterflies of nervousness dancing inside making her irritable and impatient, and he chuckled softly.

With agonizing slowness, he eased the tip of his finger inside her dark, forbidden channel, and she groaned at the sensation of aching, almost unbearable fullness that it was already eliciting. It was almost humiliating to feel the greedy suction of her body on his finger – and that only served to force her arousal higher.

The low, insistent hum of a vibrator burst into life, and she moved as though to watch his actions, but he made a clucking noise with his tongue and she immediately stilled – until the whirling pressure beckoned entrance into her tight channel, and she felt her internal muscles greedily pull the cold toy into their embrace.

Her body arched against the dual assault – bowing and quivering between Nate and the unrelenting stone, and she whimpered into the back of her hand – perspiration beading and clouding over her skin.

Relentlessly, she felt Nate push another finger against her back entrance, and she squirmed against him.

“Keep that vibrator in your pussy,” he said softly, “I want you to clench around it, but not to come.”

She struggled to labour her breathing, it felt like every muscle in and around her core was wound with sprung tension – awaiting his command to unravel and fall apart – but she clenched her thighs against the onslaught, and focused on warding off her premature climax.

When his fingers left her, she felt ... empty, her tight, dark channel clenching around a vacuum until she felt the bulbous plastic replace him, and she immediately flinched in an unconscious response.

“Sssh, kitten,” he soothed softly, spreading some oil over the tight rosebud, “Relax for me.”

She struggled with her internal conflict – her body tightening instinctively against the new penetration, until he slipped the vibrator from her aching, greedy core, and ran it softly over her throbbing clit. Gently but insistently, he moved the small rounded toy past her resistant sphincter, laying soft moist kisses to the nape of her neck all the while. The full, swollen sensation in her rectum was too much, and she groaned and squirmed with the intensity of the fraught and tense bundle of arousal that lay just out of reach in the pit of her stomach.

“Fuck, Nate,” she muttered, with complete disregard for his rules- the sensation was so foreign and new to her. Coupled with the constant flickering of the vibrator against her clit, she was so coiled with tension that she felt her impending climax threaded through every single muscle in her body as she bowed and bucked and thrashed against the sensual tortures, screaming her pleasure into the tender gnawed skin of her slender, manicured hands.

“That’s my good girl,” he pulled back a fall of dark hair from her face, urging her to meet his eyes, “I’m going to fuck you now, are you ready?”

She nodded immediately, his words only registering at the periphery of her mind – misty as it was with the need and lust that roiled through her.

His initial thrust had her flinching away from the aching, inescapable fullness, before her arousal – now a living, breathing inevitability – clung to the sensation of his body inside her, nudging the bulbous toy, and she curled her nails into the solid stone at the dual assault. She felt almost unbearably gorged – her entire core agonizingly clenching on his thick length as it pummelled into her.

“Oh, babe,” he groaned, gripping her hips to full her further back onto him, alternating rotations and thrusts inside her that had the toy shifting and nudging through the thin membrane that separated the tight channels, pushing her closer and closer to the raging, gripping tumultuous orgasm that lay just out of her reach.

“Please Nate,” she groaned, her voice an aching, tremulous plea that was screamed into the noise of thrusting flesh, and harsh, panting breaths.

“You can come, baby,” he whispered, before groaning his own release as he felt her body fisting his greedily, thrown off the edge of the earth as she was, and he collapsed over her, spent.