“I don’t know if I can—“ I begin, but he silences me with another kiss.
“You can,” he says. “You will. For me.”
And despite the impossibility of it, I believe him.
His hands are everywhere at once, reawakening my oversensitive body. I’m still trembling from the first orgasm when he flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up while my face remains pressed against the mattress.
“Let’s see how this changes things,” he murmurs, fingers tracing around the jeweled base of the plug.
With gentle pressure, he begins to rotate it slightly, causing me to gasp as the sensation ripples through me. The movement is subtle but electrifying, sending shocks through my core.
“Oh god,” I whimper, my fingers clutching desperately at the sheets.
“Your body’s so responsive,” he says, voice thick with appreciation. “Look how wet you are just from having your ass played with.”
I should be embarrassed by his words, but there’s only honesty between us now. My body doesn’t lie to him—can’tlie to him.
He leans down, his chest pressing against my back as hisfingers slide between my thighs. “I want to feel you come around my fingers while this plug is still inside you.”
His skilled fingers find my clit, circling with maddening precision while his other hand continues to manipulate the plug, creating a rhythm that builds impossibly fast. The dual stimulation is overwhelming—I’ve never felt anything like it.
“Soren, please,” I gasp, not sure if I’m begging him to stop or continue.
“Please what?” he asks, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need—I need—” Words fail me as his fingers increase their pace.
“Say it,” he commands, his voice dropping to that hypnotic register that makes my insides liquify.
“Make me come again,” I finally manage, pushing back against him shamelessly. “Please, Soren.”
His satisfied chuckle vibrates against my skin. “Good girl. So polite when you’re desperate.”
He shifts his position, maintaining the pressure on my clit while his mouth travels down my spine. When he reaches the small of my back, he nips lightly at my skin, and the unexpected sensation combined with everything else sends me hurtling over the edge again.
“Two,” he counts as I collapse, boneless and panting.
Before I can recover, he’s turning me onto my back again, his eyes dark with hunger. “You’re even more beautiful when you come,” he says, brushing sweat-dampened hair from my forehead with surprising tenderness.
I stare up at him, dazed and floating. “I don’t think I can?—“
“You can,” he interrupts, that familiar certainty in his voice. “And you will.”
He reaches for something on the nightstand—a small remote I hadn’t noticed before. With a wicked smile, he presses a button, and suddenly the plug inside me begins to vibrate.
I cry out, unprepared for the sensation. “Oh fuck!”
“Surprise,” he says, clearly delighted by my reaction. “Did I forget to mention this feature?”
The vibration radiates through me. It’s not localized like a vibrator on my clit would be—instead, it’s deeper, more diffuse, making my entire lower body hum with arousal.
“That’s—that’s not fair,” I gasp, writhing beneath him.
“I never claimed to play fair,” he replies, adjusting the intensity with another press of the button. The vibrations increase, and I arch off the bed involuntarily.
He watches me with rapt attention, cataloging every reaction, every gasp and moan. His gaze is analytical yet burning with desire—he’s studying me, learning what makes me fall apart.
“Please,” I whimper, reaching for him. “I need you inside me.”