Page 132 of Cruel Delights
I was thrashing and moaning, waking slick between my thighs. Once, I vaguely remember opening my eyes, and in the pitch-black shadows of my bedroom, someone was with me. A guardian angel from the dark side that came out at night and brought me body-tingling pleasure. I had assumed I was dreaming.
Kaden. It was Kaden all along.
He rouses me from my thoughts with a push and pull of the plug. He’s gripping the handle and he drags the weighty steel plug back out of my channel before he plunges it in deeper. I can’t handle the new kind of torment as my body reacts in a frenzy.
Hips bucking. Toes curling. Arms stretching. Pussy aching. The fire in my belly burning me up from the inside and flushing onto my dark brown skin. Beads of sweat have materialized. One drips between the valley of my clamped breasts.
Kaden twists the plug in and out of me at varying speeds, effectively fucking me with it.
“Let me hear you beg, little lamb,” he demands in his usual cool, composed tone. The tone that denotes he’s Kaden Raskova and he might as well own the world. “Let me hear you beg for my cock in your ass. That’s the only way this ends. I want to hear you cry for it.”
“OH!” I shriek when he gives a particularly hard twist of the plug, and it goes deeper than ever.
An aftershock of pleasure vibrates through my body. Pleasure chasing the pain.
Somehow, even with the cloudy mess that my mind’s become, I’m able to remember his instructions. I’m so desperate for some kind of payoff that I’m willing to do anything for it. Around the silicone ball gag still lodged inside my mouth, I begin begging.
I plead. I implore. I moan like a wanton slut and tell him how much I want his fat dick to replace the plug in my ass. I want him to fuck my most forbidden hole and fill it up with his cum.
Kaden might not understand a word. My pleading sounds like distorted gibberish to my ears too. But that’s beside the point.
The point is that I’m a shuddering, throbbing, aching mess desperate for his dick.
“Music to my ears,” he says with a chuckle. He eases the plug out of me, and I can feel my hole’s opened up. I can feel it gradually start to shrink.
The clang of his belt echoes in the playroom. He sheds his clothes and then steps in front of me in naked masculine glory. All chiseled muscles packed onto a tall, imposing frame. He walks with as much power and confidence naked as he does in a twenty thousand dollar suit.
I watch with bated breath as Kaden stops in front of his vast collection of sex toys and devices. He sets down the plug we’ve used and picks up a bottle of lube.
Kaden smirks disappearing behind me. My gaze shifts to the glass case nearby and I watch him in the reflection. He’s about to squirt some of the clear liquid when he pauses.
“Actually,” he says with a cruel twist of his mouth, “you don’t deserve it.”
He tosses the bottle to the floor. I yell in protest despite the fact it’s pointless.
This is happening, no matter what I say or do.
With no other warning, no more time to brace for it, Kaden pushes into me. Only the tip at first. My body’s already tensed up in a thrumming mixture of fear and thrill. Fear because I’m not sure how I’ll handle this; thrill for that very same reason.
Being penetrated back there still feels unnatural… like it’s against what my body intends. Yet, as his dick breaches me, the naughtiness of the moment washes over me. The tabooness of what he’s about to do only makes me tremor.
My clit throbs harder, more insistently. Another sensation that started off strange that now makes the fire inside me burn hotter.
Kaden encounters slight resistance at my sphincter, but he pushes on. He goes for it, and thrusts the rest of the way in.
My eyes widen and I scream around the ball gag, standing on tiptoe. The lube might’ve helped to somewhat ease things, but it would’ve been a struggle regardless. As he forces himself inside, my hole stretches with a dull ache.
To say it’s a tight fit would be generous.
I’m sputtering out breaths trying to adjust, trying to circle back to the pleasure I was feeling only seconds ago.
Kaden, however, is in heaven. He groans at the tightness and buries his head in the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, little lamb,” he breathes. “Your ass feels so fucking amazing, I just might come right now. Tell me you like how I feel inside you.”
I gurgle around the gag, the wires in my brain crisscrossed. I’ve entered delirium, where I’m so overworked and overwhelmed, I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
My body’s firing off on all cylinders—so many sensations at once that I’m not sure how much more I can handle without passing out. The teeth gnawing on my nipples almost feel soothing compared to the rest. My pussy clenches on air while my clit throbs with desperate need for relief. Other parts of me ache from exhaustion, like my arms bound above my head, and my mouth from being propped wide open around the ball.