Sub for a Week (19 page)

I took a deep breath, releasing it as slowly as I could when his finger applied a little more pressure. I could feel him almost pushing inside, but not quite there. It was arousing to say the least, but also tight.

"Slow," I whimpered, shifting my weight the slightest bit as I tried to find the right position.

Daniel backed off, applying more lube to his finger before trying again. "I need you to relax. This is going to sound ass backwards, but you're going to have to push out at me when I try to press inside."

He was right, it sounded dead wrong, but he had a lot more experience. So when he pressed against my anus again, I pushed back. I moaned as his finger slowly slipped inside. At first, I felt a slight pressure, but as his finger slid a little deeper, there was the hint of pleasure underneath.

"Doing okay?" Daniel asked.

"Y-yes..." My breath caught. "That feels..."

Another moan, which was obviously answer enough for Daniel when he withdrew his finger. Thrust it in again. He increased the pace, still set on using a single digit, but the more he made me wait, the hornier I became. I wanted to feel more.
Fuller.

"Touch
yourself
," Daniel ordered before I could do it on my own.

Steadying my hand, I rubbed a finger against my clit. I hissed at the sudden explosion of pleasure that followed. Applying pressure to my clit when Daniel thrust in, just like that, was almost enough to push me over the edge. I circled my clit again.
Once.
Twice.
I backed off to catch my breath.

"Ready to try two fingers?"

We're still on one?
"Yes, Master."

I wanted more. As much as he could give, but if this was how it felt with just one, I couldn't begin to imagine how it would feel—

"Oh. My. God..." My body trembled on the bed as he used two fingers, gently stroking against what must've been my G-spot. "That. Just ... right there."

Daniel chuckled. "Feel good?"

"Ye ... you have no idea."

"I wouldn't say that."

I was about to ask him what he knew about anal when he pressed something against my clit. I arched my back.
Rocked my hips back.
I wanted to feel him.
Every inch of him.
To be fucked by him. It almost felt as if he couldn't go fast enough. Please me enough.
As though anal didn't hurt enough.

"M-more," I slurred, squeezing my eyes tight. "Please, Master. I don't ... I can't..."

Daniel patted my hand and removed his fingers. The lube bottle opened again.
Closed.
Something cold pressed against me again—bigger than a finger but still smaller than what I really wanted.
Butt plug.

Seething with need and probably wetter than I'd ever been, I leaned back on my elbows to look at him. "You..." I said, trying to articulate my words. "I want to feel you.
Now.
Please."

Daniel glanced up at me.
"Soon.
I promise. Just a little while longer, okay?"

I shivered.
Squirmed.
Nodded even though my entire body protested against my most recent submission.
Watching him as he carefully pressed the tip of the butt plug to me, I fingered my clit. My head fell back just as soon as I did. I wasn't just wet. I was fucking soaked!

Lying back, I parted my pussy lips, slowly rubbing my finger up and down.
Over my clit.
Under it.
Wherever I could.
Wherever I could feel it most.

I eased back when I sensed Daniel pressing the butt plug against me, and like with his fingers, it gradually slipped inside. I adjusted to the new toy's girth, and as Daniel used slow, fluid thrusts, I played with my clit, rocking my hips back every time the plug slipped inside.

Swallowing hard, I looked right at him.
"Master.
Please.
Now.
I'm not ... I can't wait..."

If he kept going, I knew I was going to come, and this feeling was too new, too raw not to share it with him. Daniel didn't waste any more time. Assured I was ready and willing, he set the butt plug to the side and grabbed a condom from the dresser.

Marveling at his engorged cock as he pulled on the condom, all I could think about was getting him inside me as quickly as possible. Front or back. I didn't care. I just couldn't wait. Not when he looked like that.

Kneeling back down at my feet, he rubbed lube all over the condom. He paused and pressed my legs back so my knees were against my chest.

"Hold them apart," he said, nodding to me when I did so. "Ready? I'll go
slow
. Tell me to stop if you—"

"I'm not going to."

Guiding himself to me, Daniel pressed his cock against my anus. His held on to my hips, and as the head of his shaft slowly slipped inside, I sucked in a lungful of air. He squeezed my hand, and I exhaled.

The pressure was stronger than before, almost to the point of being painful. Reaching down for my pussy, I barely touched my clit. It was hard and overly sensitive, and still I teased it. My eyes closed. My back arched, and as I gingerly played with my clit, Daniel drove a little deeper.

The combined sensation of sensitive pleasure from my clit and the fullness from his cock was indescribable, and I wanted more. Not even the feel of his fingers on my G-spot could compare to how I felt now. Nothing else existed. No BDSM. No D/s lifestyle.
Just two lovers having sex and losing themselves in each other’s company.

"F-faster," I begged, nearly sobbing around the word. Anything else I tried to say was lost under a series of moans and curse words.

Daniel's thrust came faster.
Harder.
The strokes I made against my clit were just as desperate. Completely lost to the ecstasy of the way he fucked me, just like that, I'd almost missed the way he was panting.
Groaning.
Growling.

"Fuck, baby," Daniel gasped. "You have any idea how hot you are right now?"

I stared at him. At the way his abs rippled with every thrust. At the beads of sweat that lined his brow. It wasn't just hot.
More like explosive.
And if he didn't let me come soon, I swore I was going to scream.

Frantically turning my head from one side to the other, I tried to get some hold on reality. But the more I struggled to stay in the moment, the further off the ground I flew.
Sparks
of white light crowded my vision. Daniel's growls came more often, turning to grunts with every thrust.

He was close. I was fucking on the edge!

"Master."

I whimpered.
Moaned.
Daniel pressed a hand against my lips to muffle my cries.

"Oh, God, baby.
So damned tight."
He frowned. Parallel lines accented his brow. "Come for me. Come for me, now."

His grunts turned into a bellowing roar, and I let go. Fell away from everything and everyone around me. My entire body tingled as I flew into orbit. Earth wasn't a concept anymore. In that moment, it didn't even exist.

When I finally came back down and was aware of my surroundings, something wet ran down my cheek. "What the hell?" I wiped away my tears, but they kept coming.

Daniel disposed of the condom and pulled me up onto the bed. "Shh, I'm here."

He held me to him.
Rocked me.
Drew the covers up over me.

I sniffed. "I don't understand. Why am I crying?"

He caressed my face. "Because, love, that was a strong orgasm. Hell, you're still shaking."

My teeth were chattering as well. I'd never had an orgasm like that. Not one that made me almost black out then cry after the fact. Blinking, I glanced around the room, but either I'd lost track of time or Daniel had turned the lights down.

When he offered me water, I sat up with his help, draining half the bottle before lying back down again.

"Now that you've caught your breath," Daniel began, draping an arm over me, "would you ever want to do it again?"

I rolled over onto my side and nuzzled against him. "Anal?"

"Everything."
He cupped my face and looked as if he was about to kiss me when he said, "This ends our week of play. I'll still be monitoring you for a few days, but play ends tonight."

"Then I guess I won't be getting that collar back," I said, eyeing where he'd set it beside the bed.

"Only if that's what you want."

"Far from it."

"Then what is it you do want?" He propped himself up with an elbow.

I hugged him to me. "This."

"A slab of meat in your bed?"

I laughed. "I thought I was the meat."

"Nope, but you are delicious to look at."

"I want to stay."

"Then you're going to need this," he leaned over the edge of the bed and picked the choke collar up off the floor.

"I thought you said I didn't—"

He pressed a finger to my lips and lowered the collar around my neck. "I'm not done with you yet." He gestured to the middle of the room.
"On your knees.
Now."

My legs shook as I crawled from the bed, eager to please. He wanted me to submit, to stay right where I was, and I couldn’t
fucking
wait.

The End

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