His fingers retreated, and she felt the blunt head of the anal plug as he pressed it against her.
“Breathe, pet. Bear down for me.”
Mercedes did as she was told, and it wasn’t long before the plug was lodged in her ass.
“So fucking pretty,” he exhaled roughly.
She was breathing, just like he told her. In fact, she was panting, willing the pain to ease. And it did, within a few brief minutes. By the time he stepped away to remove the glove, she just felt full.
“I’m going to lift you up some more,” he told her as he used the levers on the side of the machine.
And he did, he actually lifted her several inches. It was slow going, but she was suspended even higher off of the floor.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, pet,” he told her as he stepped between her legs once again. “So pretty.”
She watched as he leaned forward, his head lowering between her thighs before the warmth of his mouth caressed her sensitive flesh. God, yes! She wanted to beg and plead, but she knew if she did, he wouldn’t continue, and she wanted nothing more than for him to continue.
And he did.
Oh, God, how he did.
Xander used his fingers to separate her pussy lips, holding her open as he sucked her labia first, then slid his tongue over her, lightly grazing her clit, sliding down to her vaginal opening, and then back up. He repeated the movements several times, making her squirm.
“Is this what you want? For me to eat your pussy?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Beg me, pet. Beg me to eat your sweet pussy.”
“Please eat my pussy, Sir,” she said without an ounce of shame. It felt too good.
At this point, she was way past caring what he made her do. As long as he didn’t stop doing that.
~~*~~*~~
Xander took his time. He wanted to tease Mercedes until she was begging him to fuck her. Ever since he’d walked into the dungeon with her, noticing the way she seemed to easily accept what they were about to do, he’d been hard as stone.
Even when he’d retrieved the anal plug, the haze of lust he could see burning in her eyes didn’t dissipate. She might’ve burned hotter at that point.
Just the knowledge that he was the first and only to take her ass was nearly his undoing. She awed him with her trust.
And now, as he drove his tongue inside of her, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he’d be sliding into her body.
He wasn’t going to promise to go easy on her tonight.
Seeing her strapped down, naked, and writhing was hotter than hell. It was a dream come true, one he’d had for more years than he could count. And now that he had her there, at his mercy, he wanted to do nothing more than to take her in every way possible.
“Xander. Oh, God, I’m going to come.”
Rather than say anything, he increased his efforts, wanting to drive her wild, to make her scream his name.
“Yes! Oh, God, it feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
While Mercedes rambled, her body tensing, he directed his efforts to her clit, flicking his tongue over the engorged bundle of nerves over and over. Knowing that she’d fly apart as soon as he thrust his fingers into her tight cunt, he held off for as long as he could. But finally, the need to be inside of her, to fuck her until he couldn’t see straight took over, and he couldn’t wait.
Driving two fingers into her pussy, Xander doubled his efforts, focusing on her clit.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!”
Mercedes screamed beautifully as she came, her pussy clamping down on his fingers as her body convulsed with her orgasm.
He only stepped away briefly, retrieving a condom and the clit stimulating vibrator he’d opened earlier from the counter. Once at her side again, he covered himself and then grabbed the lube, coating his cock hurriedly.
Working the plug out of her, he tossed it into the sink nearby.
“I need to be inside you,” he told her, his eyes focused on her. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Mercedes. I’m going to take you right here. Right now.” He wanted to say, the only one who would ever take her like this, but he didn’t add that part. “And when you come again, I expect you to scream my name. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir” she moaned, but she didn’t look at him.
He moved around near her head, fiddling with the suspension chains, lifting the front of the bed so that she could see exactly what he was doing. When he was satisfied, he returned to the foot of the padded platform.
“Eyes on what I’m doing. I want you to watch while I take you.”
Mercedes glanced up at his face and then back down between her legs. “Hurry,” she pleaded.