She gasped.
His hand froze. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop!”
He chuckled and resumed his motions, slowly fucking her, going a little deeper with each stroke until he could almost fit the entire thing inside her slick passage, fucking her with it, gently twisting it and plunging it into her.
Then he pushed it in as far as he could. Holding it in place, he lightly brushed his thumb along her clit, making her squirm on his hand.
“How’s that feel, baby?”
She eagerly nodded. Not as good as having the real thing inside her, sure, but with Mac’s hard body holding her, it wasn’t a bad substitute.
“Roll over.”
She did.
Then she felt something cool and wet against her virgin rim.
“Relax. I’ll take it slow.”
She tried to relax, but that was damn hard as horny as she felt and with the dildo buried inside her.
He gently massaged her tightly puckered ring for several minutes before pressing one finger against her. “Push, baby.”
His finger slid inside, which made her gasp.
“Oh, and pet?”
“Yeah?”
“Do not come,” he growled.
She whined, nearly desperate. Until he’d said it, she hadn’t been close. Now knowing she couldn’t, it pushed her nearer the edge.
He slowly worked one finger in and out of her, then added a second, and finally a third. The alien stretching sensation felt like an erotic burn against her muscles, one she wanted extinguished, and soon.
He withdrew his hand and replaced it with something firm and cool. “Push.”
She did, gasping as she felt the butt plug slide into place with a slight pinch of burn as her muscles stretched to accept it before clamping down on the silicone toy.
With his hand firmly pressed between her legs and holding the dildo in place, he ordered her to turn over onto her back again.
Clarisse rolled, feeling stretched, full, desperately horny.
He grinned. “You okay?”
“No!”
His grin changed to worry. “Does it hurt? If it ever does, say red immediately—”
“No! I’ve got to come!”
He laughed, relieved. “Oh, baby, you will do that. I promise.” He picked up the vibrator and with an evil grin he flicked the switch. It hummed to life, her heart hammering nearly as fast as the electric motor.
He stretched out next to her again. “Do not come, pet. Not until I say so.” He lowered his mouth to her right nipple and bit down, not hard, but not gently either.
The action sent another bolt of liquid fire straight to her clit as the dildo and the butt plug caressed her secret places.
Then he brushed the vibrator against her clit, making her jump, but not enough contact to make her come. He tortured her for nearly an hour like that, not letting her come, making her lay perfectly still at times until her body calmed down. By that time, his cock had grown rock hard again and she was nearly in tears, begging him to let her come.
He turned off the vibrator and knelt over her on the bed. He stroked her hair. “Take care of me first, pet, and then I’ll take care of you.”
She practically inhaled his cock, eagerly, desperately. He closed his eyes and slid his member deep between her lips.
“I can’t wait until Master lets me fuck you, babe,” he said. “I can only imagine what it’ll feel like sliding my cock into that sweet pussy of yours.”
She moaned around his member, wishing it was right the hell then, because her desire had hit a fevered pitch.
He fisted both hands in her hair and thrust his hips. “Take me deep, babe.” She matched him stroke for stroke, lifting her head to swallow his entire cock. She grabbed his balls and lightly raked her fingernails along his sac, sending him into orbit.
“Fuck!” He pumped his cock into her as he came, his body going rigid until he finally swung off her and collapsed next to her on the bed, breathing heavily.
Clarisse squirmed. “Please, Sir!” she begged. “Please!”
He chuckled as he reached for the vibrator. “You were a very good girl. You may come.” He flicked it on and pressed it to her clit.
Clarisse squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as her muscles contracted around the toys, coming harder than she ever had before, even harder than the night of the party. Mac didn’t relent, making her come two more times before he shut the vibrator off and pulled her trembling body into his arms.
“Good girl,” he cooed. “That’s my very good girl.”
She tucked her damp forehead against his chest and cried.
Worried, he clung to her. “You okay?”
“Oh, fuck yeah! Good tears.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I’ve had those a time or two myself.”
She was almost asleep when she felt him reach between her legs and gently remove the toys before leaving the bed. The sound of water running reached her, then he returned a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth. He swabbed her clean and dried her before shutting off the light and climbing into bed with her.
He pulled her into his arms. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”
Exhausted, sated, and happier than she’d felt in a long time, that’s exactly what she did.
Mac set a steaming mug of coffee on the bedside table next to her before sitting on the bed and brushing the hair from her forehead.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
She blearily opened her eyes. It looked like late morning outside.
“Holy crap, what time is it?”
He smiled. “After ten. Master said I could let you sleep.” She noticed he wore shorts. He correctly interpreted her look and he tapped the front of his shorts. She heard a plastic noise. “Master said I need to wear it this morning as a reminder. I can take it off later when I have you take care of me.”
She heard a playful growl. Mac looked down. “Hey, pup.” He set Bart on the bed. “I already took care of him this morning,” Mac said.
“Get up when you feel ready. Master said today’s a free day for us.”
“Free day?”
He lovingly kissed her, trailing his fingers down her cheek to her chin. “Whatever you want to do today, we will. He said for us to take the day off and have fun.”
She grinned. “What kind of fun?”
“Vanilla fun.” Lacing his fingers through hers, he brought her hand to his mouth. He feathered his lips along her knuckles. “He doesn’t want you overwhelmed. We’re just Mac and Clarisse for the day.”
Out came the pouty lip. “But I like Sir and pet.”
He grinned and rolled on top of her without squishing Bart. “I know. I do too. We can play Sir and pet later.”
Bart started running around the bed, playfully growling. Mac grabbed him and carefully set him on the floor. Mac kissed Clarisse again. “What would you like to do today?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
She thought about it for a moment. “Can we go over to Howard Park?”
“Yeah.” He rolled over, pulling her on top of him. “You want to go out for lunch?” Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Bart running from the bathroom and out the bedroom door.
“Oooh, Plaka’s?”
“Sure.” It was her favorite restaurant. “Let’s go see Tad,” he suggested.
“Can we take him to lunch?”
“Yeah. Let’s get our shower.”
“Soap my back?”
He grinned. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. As he reached into the shower and turned the water on, he glanced over at the tub.
The dildo he’d used on her last night sat on the edge, where he’d left it. But the butt plug was missing.