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truth is, no matter how vividly they imagine it, it’ll never compare to the real thing.” He paused, worked himself deeper, and then started again with short strokes.
I arched my back, trying to get more of him inside me. When that didn’t work, I moved my hips in time with his thrusts. But he was still holding back.
“Hold still,” he said. “See how my cock’s claiming you? Do you feel it?”
“Yes, Master.”
He positioned himself for better balance and I knew I was in trouble. His eyes met mine in the mirror. “Hold on.”
I took a tighter grip on the headboard. He pulled out just a bit and then thrust into me hard and deep and it felt so good. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips.
It was all the encouragement he needed. He withdrew again and pulled my hips to meet his thrusts. “Eyes open and on the mirror. Watch me ride you.”
I shifted my eyes to our reflection, and the sight of him working his hips to get as far inside me as possible, the way his muscles flexed, his entire body moving with one goal, was almost enough to send me over the edge.
He was beyond talking now, his entire being focused on his body and what it wanted. My orgasm continued to build and I looked at where our bodies joined. He was hard and long and the sight of him pounding into me, and the way I opened for him, was quite possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. His hands gripped my hips even harder as he repeatedly drove into me. He held still and shifted his hips again, hitting the spot he knew would set me off. He spoke only one word.
“Beg.”
“Please, Master, let me come. Please. Please.”
“Yes.”
“Oh … holy … fuck!” I panted, and my orgasm, so long denied, crashed over me, shaking my body. It seemed to last forever, rolling through me in wave after wave. I savored every second of it, transported in a way I hadn’t been before. When my breathing calmed, I whispered, “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”
“I’m going to come so hard.” He was still pumping in and out of me. “Turn around. I want you to swallow.”
He pulled out and I barely had time to turn around before he pushed me down on the bed and within seconds, he thrust himself into my open mouth.
“Yes,” he hissed. He pumped in and out two or three more times and then held still. “Fucking swallow all of it.”
I gulped hard, not wanting to spill anything. He finally stopped coming and slipped from my mouth. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself down to the bed and took me in his arms.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“I think I will install mirrors in the playroom.”
“I like that idea, Master. But you know, the mirrors were hot and it was a turn-on watching, but the real thing is hotter.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “That wasn’t real? Because I feel like I ran half a marathon.”
“Not
that
part, Master. I mean the part about people watching.”
He smiled and pushed the hair out of my eyes. “Little did I know when I took you at the Super Bowl that you would turn into such an exhibitionist.”
“I like it when people watch, Master.”
“Yes, I’m learning you like it very much.”
I settled back into his arms. “The Super Bowl, the men in Delaware, the play parties. Especially the parties at our house, Master. I like it all. There’s something about being watched, but knowing no one can touch me, that is such a turn-on.”
“Tell me,” he said, and his voice was serious. “Is a threesome something you want to experience? Something like the afternoon we had Jeff over, but with the third being more active?”
I had to think about that. The novels I read made it sound interesting and hot and fun. I’d enjoyed the afternoon Jeff was invited to play with us. But that was a long cry from someone other than Nathaniel touching me sexually.
“I don’t think so,” I answered honestly. “I don’t think I’m ready for more than just you at the moment. Right now,
I arched my back, trying to get more of him inside me. When that didn’t work, I moved my hips in time with his thrusts. But he was still holding back.
“Hold still,” he said. “See how my cock’s claiming you? Do you feel it?”
“Yes, Master.”
He positioned himself for better balance and I knew I was in trouble. His eyes met mine in the mirror. “Hold on.”
I took a tighter grip on the headboard. He pulled out just a bit and then thrust into me hard and deep and it felt so good. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips.
It was all the encouragement he needed. He withdrew again and pulled my hips to meet his thrusts. “Eyes open and on the mirror. Watch me ride you.”
I shifted my eyes to our reflection, and the sight of him working his hips to get as far inside me as possible, the way his muscles flexed, his entire body moving with one goal, was almost enough to send me over the edge.
He was beyond talking now, his entire being focused on his body and what it wanted. My orgasm continued to build and I looked at where our bodies joined. He was hard and long and the sight of him pounding into me, and the way I opened for him, was quite possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. His hands gripped my hips even harder as he repeatedly drove into me. He held still and shifted his hips again, hitting the spot he knew would set me off. He spoke only one word.
“Beg.”
“Please, Master, let me come. Please. Please.”
“Yes.”
“Oh … holy … fuck!” I panted, and my orgasm, so long denied, crashed over me, shaking my body. It seemed to last forever, rolling through me in wave after wave. I savored every second of it, transported in a way I hadn’t been before. When my breathing calmed, I whispered, “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”
“I’m going to come so hard.” He was still pumping in and out of me. “Turn around. I want you to swallow.”
He pulled out and I barely had time to turn around before he pushed me down on the bed and within seconds, he thrust himself into my open mouth.
“Yes,” he hissed. He pumped in and out two or three more times and then held still. “Fucking swallow all of it.”
I gulped hard, not wanting to spill anything. He finally stopped coming and slipped from my mouth. With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself down to the bed and took me in his arms.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“I think I will install mirrors in the playroom.”
“I like that idea, Master. But you know, the mirrors were hot and it was a turn-on watching, but the real thing is hotter.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “That wasn’t real? Because I feel like I ran half a marathon.”
“Not
that
part, Master. I mean the part about people watching.”
He smiled and pushed the hair out of my eyes. “Little did I know when I took you at the Super Bowl that you would turn into such an exhibitionist.”
“I like it when people watch, Master.”
“Yes, I’m learning you like it very much.”
I settled back into his arms. “The Super Bowl, the men in Delaware, the play parties. Especially the parties at our house, Master. I like it all. There’s something about being watched, but knowing no one can touch me, that is such a turn-on.”
“Tell me,” he said, and his voice was serious. “Is a threesome something you want to experience? Something like the afternoon we had Jeff over, but with the third being more active?”
I had to think about that. The novels I read made it sound interesting and hot and fun. I’d enjoyed the afternoon Jeff was invited to play with us. But that was a long cry from someone other than Nathaniel touching me sexually.
“I don’t think so,” I answered honestly. “I don’t think I’m ready for more than just you at the moment. Right now,
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