described position before he reached two.
* * *
Ben admired his beautiful mate in the humiliating pose she’d assumed. Her head turned to one side, showing him her big blue eyes were already glassy. He loved to watch her lose control. He found her surrender intoxicating, her ready submission giving him a heady sense of masculine power.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks open.” His voice had a roughened edge to it as his own need mounted.
“Ben—” she panted.
“Now, mi amor, ” he said firmly. “And you are to be seen and not heard.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, clearly incapable of obeying this directive.
He smirked and watched as she reached back and gripped her own ass, pulling her twin globes apart to reveal her tight rosebud.
He opened a tube of lubricant and dropped a dollop from a foot in height, loving the way she jerked in surprise at the sensation.
I love you. Now was not the moment to say it, but he did. He adored Ashley Bell. Everything about her rocked his world—each day they spent together only deepening his need for her, his desire to take her ceaselessly never quenched. It was deeper than sex, though. Well, maybe not, because their sex was profound. But Ashley meant everything to him. She had wit, intelligence, and a generosity of heart he could never hope to imitate. She made him feel alive again after his brother’s death. Or maybe for the first time ever.
Every time he told her about some terrible piece of his life, she swallowed it, accepting him, healing him, loving him.
He leaned forward in his office chair and touched her clenching rosette with the pad of his thumb, circling the tight ring of muscle. He gradually increased the pressure, stilling his movements. The moment she let him in, he retreated and replaced his thumb with the head of a second remote control bullet vibrator.
She mewled as he insisted, breaching her tight sphincter.
“No,” she moaned. “Too much, too much, too much.”
“Hush. I decide what’s too much. You can take this. Be a good girl and open for me… just a little further to go.”
As always, she obeyed him, her trust making him feel as tall as a mountain. He inserted the bullet all the way into her rectum, leaving just the cord outside to pull it out. Picking up the other remote control, he switched this one on as well.
She made an incoherent sound and collapsed on the floor, her knees splaying open.
He reached under her and brought the pad of his middle finger to her clit, circling it. “Don’t come,” he warned.
“Oh, God, please?” she wailed. She sounded close to tears, but he knew they were the ecstatic kind, the kind he loved to tease from her with too many orgasms or edging. “Please, you have to let me, sir. Oh, please, I’ll do anything.”
“Stand up.”
She pumped her hips against the floor, as if hoping to find something to rub her clit against.
He slid his hand under and slapped her pussy several times, loving how dripping wet she’d become.
“Stand up,” he repeated, giving a disapproving edge to his voice.
She scrambled to her feet, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.
He pulled her panties up, enjoying her expression of horror at being dismissed without reaching orgasm.
“No…” she murmured.
He pulled her skirt back down and smoothed it for her. Grasping her waist, he tugged her down, spinning her to sit on his lap with her back toward him. He stroked his hands down the tops of her legs, up the insides of her thighs to cup her mons.
She squirmed against him, trying to get off.
He slapped her panty-clad pussy. “Naughty.”
“Oh, Ben,” she whimpered.
He pinched her nipples, both at the same time—hard. “I want you to go back to your office and work on your reports.” He turned off the vibrator in her pussy. “I will be using these intermittently on you today, but you do not have permission to climax. Do you understand?”
“No-o,” she moaned.
He pinched
* * *
Ben admired his beautiful mate in the humiliating pose she’d assumed. Her head turned to one side, showing him her big blue eyes were already glassy. He loved to watch her lose control. He found her surrender intoxicating, her ready submission giving him a heady sense of masculine power.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks open.” His voice had a roughened edge to it as his own need mounted.
“Ben—” she panted.
“Now, mi amor, ” he said firmly. “And you are to be seen and not heard.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, clearly incapable of obeying this directive.
He smirked and watched as she reached back and gripped her own ass, pulling her twin globes apart to reveal her tight rosebud.
He opened a tube of lubricant and dropped a dollop from a foot in height, loving the way she jerked in surprise at the sensation.
I love you. Now was not the moment to say it, but he did. He adored Ashley Bell. Everything about her rocked his world—each day they spent together only deepening his need for her, his desire to take her ceaselessly never quenched. It was deeper than sex, though. Well, maybe not, because their sex was profound. But Ashley meant everything to him. She had wit, intelligence, and a generosity of heart he could never hope to imitate. She made him feel alive again after his brother’s death. Or maybe for the first time ever.
Every time he told her about some terrible piece of his life, she swallowed it, accepting him, healing him, loving him.
He leaned forward in his office chair and touched her clenching rosette with the pad of his thumb, circling the tight ring of muscle. He gradually increased the pressure, stilling his movements. The moment she let him in, he retreated and replaced his thumb with the head of a second remote control bullet vibrator.
She mewled as he insisted, breaching her tight sphincter.
“No,” she moaned. “Too much, too much, too much.”
“Hush. I decide what’s too much. You can take this. Be a good girl and open for me… just a little further to go.”
As always, she obeyed him, her trust making him feel as tall as a mountain. He inserted the bullet all the way into her rectum, leaving just the cord outside to pull it out. Picking up the other remote control, he switched this one on as well.
She made an incoherent sound and collapsed on the floor, her knees splaying open.
He reached under her and brought the pad of his middle finger to her clit, circling it. “Don’t come,” he warned.
“Oh, God, please?” she wailed. She sounded close to tears, but he knew they were the ecstatic kind, the kind he loved to tease from her with too many orgasms or edging. “Please, you have to let me, sir. Oh, please, I’ll do anything.”
“Stand up.”
She pumped her hips against the floor, as if hoping to find something to rub her clit against.
He slid his hand under and slapped her pussy several times, loving how dripping wet she’d become.
“Stand up,” he repeated, giving a disapproving edge to his voice.
She scrambled to her feet, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.
He pulled her panties up, enjoying her expression of horror at being dismissed without reaching orgasm.
“No…” she murmured.
He pulled her skirt back down and smoothed it for her. Grasping her waist, he tugged her down, spinning her to sit on his lap with her back toward him. He stroked his hands down the tops of her legs, up the insides of her thighs to cup her mons.
She squirmed against him, trying to get off.
He slapped her panty-clad pussy. “Naughty.”
“Oh, Ben,” she whimpered.
He pinched her nipples, both at the same time—hard. “I want you to go back to your office and work on your reports.” He turned off the vibrator in her pussy. “I will be using these intermittently on you today, but you do not have permission to climax. Do you understand?”
“No-o,” she moaned.
He pinched
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