“Just wait until its my cock, then.”
I moan at the thought. That’s so much bigger than this. And the piercings, what they’re going to feel like buried deep in—my whole body shudders. His pierced cock stretching me there, those metal barbells dragging against sensitive flesh never touched by anyone before him.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up my spine. “Excited or afraid?”
“Both,” I admit, my voice barely audible.
The plug shifts as he adjusts it, sending a jolt of pleasure mingled with pain through me that makes my knees weak. I’m exposed, vulnerable. The jewel must be catching the light, winking between my cheeks.
“Perfect.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Keep it in for a while. Let your body get used to it.”
He helps me turn over, careful not to dislodge the plug. The movement causes it to press deeper. I gasp, eyes widening at the strange fullness.
“There she is.” He brushes hair from my face. “My beautiful girl, always willing to try new things for me.”
Not just for you. Forus. Because I want this too.
But the distinction blurs when he kisses me, his tongue claiming my mouth with the same possessive certainty with which he’s claimed the rest of me. When his hand slides between my legs, finding me soaked, I arch into his touch.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my lips. “Just from having your ass filled.”
I should be mortified—I would be with anyone else—not at what we’re doing necessarily, but for what it could lead to and be used as. But shame has no place here. Not when pleasure is coursing through me. Not when every slight movement sends new sensations rippling outward from where the plug sits heavy inside me.
“I didn’t know,” I whisper.
“That’s why you have me.” His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. “To show you all the things you never knew about yourself.”
His fingers circle my clit with expert precision, and I feel myself clenching around the plug, intensifying the sensation. It’s overwhelming—too much and not enough simultaneously.
“Please,” I beg.
“Not yet,” he says, withdrawing his hand. “I want you desperate first.”
I whimper at the loss of his touch, my hips lifting involuntarily, seeking friction. “Soren?—“
“Patience, little poison.” He moves back, eyes roaming over my body like he’s cataloging every reaction. “Stand up. I want to see you move with it inside you.”
My legs tremble as I rise from the bed, the plug shifting with each tiny movement. The weight of it feels strange, foreign, yet my body is responding with a hunger I’ve never experienced before.
“Walk to the window,” he commands, his voice low.
I take hesitant steps across the penthouse floor, imagining the jeweled base glinting between my thighs, how my face must be flushed with desire and embarrassment. Each step brings a new sensation—the plug pressing against sensitive nerves, reminding me of its presence, of how exposed I am to him.
The floor-to-ceiling windows reveal the city spread out below us, lights twinkling in the darkness. I wonder briefly if anyone can see me—naked, trembling, filled.
“Does it hurt?” Soren asks, coming up behind me.
“No,” I breathe. “It’s... intense.”
His hands settle on my hips, and he pulls me back against him. I can feel his erection pressing against my lower back, hard and insistent. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re taking it so well. Better than I expected for your first time.”
Pride blooms in my chest at his approval. It’s ridiculous how much his words affect me, how they make me want to please him more.
His fingers trail down my stomach, dipping between my legs again. This time when he touches me, the sensation is amplified by the fullness in my ass, and I cry out, my knees nearly buckling.
“I’ve thought about this,” he confesses, his voice rough. “Watching you discover new pleasures. Seeing your face when you realize what your body is capable of.”
He turns me around to face him, his gray eyes burning into mine. There’s something there—beyond lust. Beyond possession. A vulnerability that makes my heart stutter. “You’re mine to protect,” he says. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to teach.” His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “Tell me you understand.”