“Enough games,” he growls, his voice dropping to a register that sends shivers down my spine. “On your hands and knees. Center of the room. Now.”
Something in his tone brooks no argument. Before I can process my own actions, I’m crawling to the middle of the mirrored chamber, positioning myself exactly as commanded. The floor beneath me is cool glass, reflecting my flushed face—a stranger’s expression of naked want staring up from below.
“Perfect,” Julian purrs, disappearing momentarily from my view.
I hear items being collected. When he returns to kneel beside me, he displays his collection: a sleek black cock ring, a bottle of expensive-looking lube, a curved prostate massager, and a modestly sized dildo.
He slides the cock ring onto my dick, and the pressure is intense.
“Virgin territory, isn’t it?” he asks, though it’s not really a question. His hand traces the curve of my ass.
“Yes,” I admit.
“You’ll thank me for this,” Julian promises, slicking his fingers with lube.
The first touch against my entrance makes me flinch—not from pain but from the foreignness. Julian is patient, circling, teasing, before finally pressing one finger inside me with deliberate slowness.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Good. Just like that,” Julian murmurs, pushing deeper. “Open for me.”
I feel the stretch as he adds a second finger, the burn giving way to waves of pleasure I never imagined possible. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, dripping steadily onto the mirrored floor beneath me. The cock ring Julian secured around me keeps me achingly hard, preventing release despite the mounting pressure.
When his fingers find my prostate, I nearly collapse, a strangled cry escaping my throat.
“Found it,” Julian says with smug satisfaction. “Your magic button.”
He replaces his fingers with the curved massager, positioning it precisely against that spot before switching it on. The gentle vibration sends shivers through my entire body.
“Julian!” I cry out, beyond caring who might hear, beyond caring about anything except the overwhelming sensation coursing through me.
The pleasure is too intense and overwhelming every nerve ending in my body. I’ve never felt anything like this building pressure, this white-hot sensation radiating from deep inside me.
“Julian, I can’t—I’m going to—” The words fracture as the vibrations against the perfect spot inside me send me hurtling over the edge.
Despite the cock ring’s pressure, my orgasm crashes through me with shocking force. My back arches violently, every muscle tensing as I erupt. Cum shoots from my cock in thick pulses, splattering across the mirrored floor far beyond where I kneel. The intensity steals my breath, leaving me gasping as wave after wave of pleasure tears through me.
“That’s it,” Julian’s voice cuts through the haze, low and approving. “Such a good boy.”
Those words—the same ones that pushed me over the edge in my fantasies. Instead of softening, my cock twitches hard, straining against the ring, impossibly growing unbelievably harder.
I’ve never experienced this before—coming so hard and staying completely erect. My inhibitions shatter completely as I find myself rocking back against the toy, grinding it deeper.
“Yes,” I moan, no longer caring how I sound, who hears me, or what this means about who I am. “God, that’s so good.”
Julian’s chuckle is dark velvet behind me, his hand sliding possessively down my sweat-slicked back.
“If you think that’s good,” he murmurs, removing the toy agonizingly slow, “just wait until I’ve got my thick cock slamming in and out of that hole.”
The crude promise sends another shudder through me, my body responding with eager anticipation to words that would have horrified me just hours ago. Now, they’re exactly what I need to hear.
The loss of the massager pulls a whimper from my throat—a needy, vulnerable sound I’ve never made before.
“Patience,” Julian whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “We’re just getting started.”
The snap of the lube cap sounds obscenely loud in the mirrored room. I watch Julian’s reflection as he pours agenerous amount onto his fingers, then onto the dildo—larger than the massager, thick enough to make my breath catch.
The cool, slick pressure of the dildo against my entrance makes me tense instinctively.