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“You’re really turning into an excellent sub, girl. No
wonder I walk around with my cock hard as a pole most of the time.” He slid his
hands beneath her stomach and lifted her to her hands and knees. “Balance
yourself. You know what’s coming next.”

Oh yes, she did. If her pussy was aching before, it was agonizing
for something to fill it now. Cord’s long fingers parted the cheeks of her ass
and one fingertip traced the puckered circle of her anus.

“You have no idea how much I love to fuck you here.” The
thickness of his voice told her how much he, too, was aroused. “You can’t
believe how incredible it feels to drive my cock inside that hot, dark tunnel.”
He squeezed her buttocks. Hard. “Let’s give you a little treat here.”

He moved his finger away and when he brought it back it was
coated with gel, easing its entry into her rectum. A second finger joined it,
the two of them wiggling inside the tight confines of her channel.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, withdrawing his hand. “I have
something to show you. I happened to pass by our favorite store the other day and
picked up something I knew you’d enjoy. Something to increase your pleasure.”
He bent down so his head was close to hers, his breath a soft breeze against
her heated cheek. “Something to really torment that sweet asshole of yours.
Take a look.”

Her eyes widened at the sight of the butt plug he placed on
the bed for her to see. It was longer and thicker than the ones they usually
used, and designed to look and feel like a row of three penis heads. The toy
was as thick as Cord’s shaft. Delicious shivers raced over Fallon’s skin as she
thought of each carved head bumping against her tender inner tissues.

Cord nipped the lobe of her ear then licked it gently. “I
thought of you when I saw this. If I had three cocks I’d want them all in you
at the same time.”

He moved behind her and in a moment, the tip of the plug was
pressed to her opening. As the lubed toy was pushed inside, she felt a familiar
pressure. The walls of her rectum stretched to accommodate it, the sensations
that raced through her both hot and cold. As each head intruded, the contours
bumped against her sensitive areas. And each time, the walls of her cunt
protested the emptiness there. When she tried to push back against the plug,
Cord placed his hand at the base of her spine and stilled her.

“Take it easy, girl. This is a little wider and longer than
you’re used to and I don’t want to hurt you. Just breathe steadily. You know
how.”

Fallon clenched her teeth together and forced herself to
remain as still as possible, breathing in and out through her mouth, until the
plug was all the way in. When the toy was seated completely, she felt
unbelievably full, nearly every inch of her dark channel hugging the intrusive
item. The protrusions scraped her walls, waking up every nerve.

Cord placed kisses on both cheeks of her buttocks, following
them with a hard pinch. With her skin already stinging from the flogging, the
pain was sharp and intense. The pleasure from it flooded her and she couldn’t
hold back a tiny moan.

“One more thing, girl.” He touched the plug and it began to
vibrate at a very low, slow level.

“Now.” Cord turned her over so she was on her back and
spread her legs wide, knees bent. His eyes glittered with savage hunger. “Ready
for my instructions?”

She nodded.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice sounded strangled to her own ears.

“Good. I think I’ll replace the blindfold. You always come
so much harder when you can’t see. When every other sense is more alert.
Feeling the muscles of your cunt spasm is something I’ll never get tired of.”

Fallon made herself lie still as he tied the folded silk
across her eyes again, her heart rate increasing a little. She always had a
brief moment of panic when he blindfolded her, a sick feeling of helplessness.
She had to remind herself that this was Cord. That she could trust him. That
he’d never give her more than she agreed to. They were building a solid
relationship on simple negotiations, and she had to admit, every time he pushed
her a little further the reward was more than worth it.

The mattress at the foot of the bed dipped, a signal to her
that he was stretched out watching her.

“Play with yourself. Rub your clit and make sure you cover
everything with your juices. You know what I like to see. But do not come until
I give you permission.”

A groan escaped before she could stifle it as she obediently
snaked one hand down between her thighs and reached for her cunt, her palm
coasting over the smooth flesh that she kept waxed. She was so wet, her fingers
were coated the instant she touched the sensitive flesh of her lips. She
gathered her moisture and spread it everywhere, even down to the sensitive area
between her vagina and her rectum. God, it felt so good when she touched
herself there. She liked to pretend her fingers were Cord’s. Tiny spasms raced
through her inner walls and the tight ball of lust in her belly began to
unwind.

“Clit,” Cord reminded her.

Her head was thrown back and despite the blindfold covering
her eyes, she knew Cord’s gaze was fixed on that bare pink flesh at her
opening. Immediately she set a rhythm, brushing her fingers against the fiery
bundle of nerves, moving them the way he liked best. Back and forth, back and
forth, her touch so light that her body begged for more.

She made herself breathe evenly. It was the only way she
could maintain any semblance of control. She could almost feel Cord’s stare
focused on her as the tempo of the motion increased. With each coast of her
fingertip over her clit, the intense need in her grew.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, she stretched her arm
to slide two fingers inside her channel, now filled with her liquid. The moment
she did, another sensation raced through her. It took her a moment to identify
what it was.

The plug! She felt every ridge and bump of the new,
fancifully shaped plug in her ass. She could almost hear the hum of the
vibration as the rhythmic pulses spread to every area of her body.

Oh god.

“Cord!” she cried.

“You can take it. I know you can. Keep moving your hand, in
and out. Yes, like that. That’s it.”

She could hear in his voice how tightly he was holding on to
his own control. Was he hard? Would he finally,
finally
fuck her and
take her over the cliff with him? He loved exerting control this way, forcing
her right to the brink, the edge of release, while insisting she hold back.
Then he’d thrust his cock inside and fuck her until she didn’t know her own
mind.

Her channel was so slick that her fingers slid in and out
easily. With her other hand she massaged her clit, rubbing it lightly the way
he’d taught her, to prolong the pleasure. She gritted her teeth, fighting to
hold back the unfolding release. Sure that she could do it.

Then Cord’s hand was brushing against her inner thigh and a
new sensation overtook her.

At first she wasn’t sure what it was. Then she realized he
had turned up the speed on the bumpy plug in her ass.
Oh god! Damn!

“Cord!” she cried again.

Cord was mesmerized at the sight of Fallon before him.
Didn’t he just love it when he drove her to the edge of sensual insanity like
this? Her pussy turned a dark pink, slippery with her juices, and her body
quivered with the effort to exert control. He knew exactly how strung out she
was, how intense her need for climax. That she would allow him this level of
control humbled him, especially knowing her past haunted her badly. It also
made him rock hard, even after the gut-wrenching climax she’d drawn from him with
her incredible mouth.

“Hold those lips open for me, girl. I want to see
everything.”

When he’d pressed the remote to turn up the vibrator in the
butt plug, her entire body had tensed as she’d fought against the increased
stimulation. He knew her pussy was hungry for something to fill it by now. He
loved to push her out of her comfort zone, stretch her boundaries. But always
after first negotiating just how far he could push. Sometimes he nudged her a
little closer to the edge than she’d agreed but if he saw it was too much, he
always pulled back.

It was all about making her feel safe. Making her willing to
do anything he wanted, whatever he wanted, because she knew he was always there
to catch her if she fell. Like now. They had used plenty of different butt
plugs. He’d even found one not too thick that he’d slid into her well-lubed ass
one morning and insisted she wear all day, even while they sat in business
meetings about the opening of the event center. Every so often he’d glanced at
her with a knowing look, and she’d lowered her gaze as a blush warmed her face.

He was very careful about taking her into subspace. In the
beginning she had resisted, only permitting him to take her so far before using
her safe word. He could almost see the invisible fence around her. But little
by little he’d coaxed her out of that comfort zone. Now when they indulged in
play as intense as tonight’s, he could watch Fallon let herself fall into that
space at the edge of reality where nothing existed but pleasure. Where she was
completely at his mercy.

He never abused that, nor would he. But they were coming to
a point in their relationship where he’d have to make her confront her past;
drag it out in the open so he could help her put it away permanently.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking it lightly
as Fallon’s body jerked and shuddered, her effort to control herself visible in
the quaking muscles of her thighs. He reached out a finger and touched the
opening of her vagina, barely a caress, and she jerked as if he’d used a hot
poker.

Jesus!

She was so close to the edge. Hanging on by the thinnest
thread.

“Who do you belong to, girl?” He always asked, as much to
assure her as himself.

“To you, S-Sir.” Her voice was tight. Strained. “I b-belong
to you.”

“Do you want to come?” Of course she did.

“Y-Yes. S-Sir. I do. Please.”

And god help him, he wanted her to, but only when he was
deep inside her, the walls of her cunt closed around him like a tight fist.

“Don’t move,” he warned as he rolled on a condom.

He knelt between her trembling thighs, grasping her busy
hands and holding them over her head, his large hand enfolding both her wrists.
With his other hand, he guided himself to her entrance, drew in a deep breath
and plunged inside.

Holy shit!

Now it was his turn to reach for control, to ignore the
tightening in his balls and the icy-hot sensation at the base of his spine. He
bent his head and tugged each nipple ring with his teeth, just enough to bring
a pleasurable sensation of pain. Fallon arched up so he did it again, her low
whimper sending electricity straight to his cock. It flexed inside the glove of
her pussy, sending him a message, one he was doing his best to ignore.

He hauled in a deep breath and when he was sure he had a
tight rein on himself, he began a slow and steady thrust and retreat. He’d left
the butt plug on low and he could feel it through the thin latex and the wall
separating her vagina from her rectum. Feel the carefully spaced bumps on the
plug as it hummed busily inside her dark tunnel.

Releasing her wrists, he laced his fingers through hers,
pressing her hands into the bed as he thrust, the vibrator stimulating his
cock—as if it
needed
more.

Harder, faster. The little sounds of pleasure she made only
ramped up his desire.

Fallon’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she
struggled to hold on to the thin thread of control, waiting for his permission
to let go.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Open your eyes, girl.”

When she opened them, he saw such passion and emotion in her
gaze, it shook him to his soul. Whatever had darkened her past, he had to
ferret it out so they could move forward. So he could claim her as his forever.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in tighter and
closer. His hips pistoned faster, and she rode the turbulent wave with him as
he pushed them both higher. He wanted to paddle her more tonight, to chain her
up and use the flexible paddle on her ass and thighs until she screamed her
pleasure and he took his. But he’d been a Dom long enough to know when and how
far to push. And tonight just wasn’t the time.

No, tonight was about fucking her good and hard and giving
her an orgasm that would turn her brain inside out.

“Now,” he said through gritted teeth. “Now, girl. Come now.”

Cord pinned her to the bed as she trembled beneath him, her
body convulsing. He gripped her hands tighter, intent on impressing himself
upon every inch of her body.

Their shared release was cataclysmic, thunderous, shaking
them both so hard he could feel it in his bones. He was nearly blind with the intensity,
sweat dripping from his forehead, waves of ecstasy washing through him, tossing
them both.

At last they both collapsed, exhausted. He was almost too
weak to roll himself from her body but he finally managed it.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he removed the plug then went to
dispose of the condom.

On legs still shaky, he crawled onto the bed beside her and
pulled the covers over them. He could feel her still quivering against his body
and he ran his hand slowly over her skin from shoulder to wrist, from waist to
hip. He glided his hand everywhere, soothing her, assuring she was safe and
well cared for, soothing with soft, tiny kisses on her neck and shoulder. At
last he felt her body relax, as if her nerves had finally found a resting place
and his warmth had seeped comfortingly into her skin.

Wrapping his arms around her, Cord tucked Fallon’s body
against his. In all the years since he’d first discovered sex, he had never met
a woman who reached into his soul the way Fallon Crowe did.