I stood, panting hard as I tried to calm my breathing. He handed me a towel to wipe my face and then gestured toward the bed.
“Bend over, hands on the bed, feet shoulder width apart.”
I obeyed, the cool air brushing the wet skin between my legs.
“I told you once that a skilled Dom could make a Sub come with a flogger.”
I closed my eyes. Shit. He had talked about it, but I'd never really paid much attention since the conversations usually took place during moments like these. The entire time we'd been together, he'd stuck to using his hand when he spanked me.
“Now I'll show you how it's done.”
I heard the sound of a drawer opening, closing, then a gentle swishing. I jumped when the strips of leather touched me, even though he was only running them up and down my spine, my ass. I gasped as he moved them up between my legs, rubbing against me until I was moaning deep in my chest.
Then it was gone. I barely had time to process it before he brought the flogger down again, with force this time. It didn't hurt, exactly, not even as much as his hand did, but a warm, tingling feeling spread across my skin. Three more strikes came down in quick succession, alternating cheeks.
I yelped as the fourth blow came up between my legs. It wasn't hard at all, but the sensation was different from anything I'd felt before. The next one made me shudder. The next stung. He switched to my ass, then back to my pussy. Back and forth, he increased the intensity of the strikes until each one had a bite of pain with the pleasure.
“Spread your lips.”
I bit my bottom lip to hold in a whimper, but I moved one hand beneath me and used my fingers to hold myself open. My skin was hot under my fingers, more sensitive to my touch than it had ever been.
I closed my eyes and braced myself for what I knew was coming next.
The jolt of pain was immediately followed by a burst of white-hot pleasure. When the second one landed, I came. My head fell forward, my body tensing, shuddering through the bliss. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up for a moment before turning me over and sliding me back onto the bed. I whimpered as my ass rubbed against the expensive sheets. I was on fire.
Cross held my legs apart as he followed me onto the bed. My back arched, a cry coming from my lips as he ran his tongue over the sensitive, burning flesh between my legs. He tossed my thighs over his shoulders and began to use his mouth to soothe me. I writhed against him, dug my fingers into the sheets to keep from touching his head, from holding him against me while he drove me to a second, then third orgasm.
I was still shaking when he flipped me over. His hands, slick with a cool lotion, moved over my ass, easing the sting and burn. When he spread my cheeks, I waited for a probing finger, but what I felt teasing my hole was something else.
His tongue.
He'd talked to me about wanting to do this, but up until now, it'd only been talk. My eyelids fluttered as he worked his tongue over the rim of muscle, then past it. I moaned as a finger joined in, sliding in and out with a slow, steady rhythm. His free hand moved under me, pulling me up so that my ass was in the air and my head stayed on the sheets. After three orgasms, my muscles protested even the slightest effort, but I managed to hold myself up as he added a second finger.
“Where do you want me?” Cross asked as he ran his hand up my stomach to cup one of my breasts. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then gave it a sharp tug. “Do you want my cock in your ass or in your cunt?”
My brain could barely make sense of the words, much less give an answer. At this point, I didn't care. I just wanted to feel him inside me.
“Let me be more specific,” he said as he shoved a third finger into me. “One hole gets my cock. The other will be filled with a new toy. I'm giving you the choice of what you want where, but if you don't answer, I'll place a plug in your ass, a vibrator in your cunt, and they'll stay there all night while you suck me off every time I get hard.” He leaned over me, three fingers in my ass and his cock hard against my thigh. “So what's it going to be? Where do you want my cock?”
For one terrifying moment, I thought I wouldn't be able to answer, and I'd spend the rest of the night begging for relief. I finally managed to blurt out the first word that popped into my head. “Ass.”
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out, and a shudder ran through me at the sudden loss. “Let's get that new toy ready. And no peeking.”
Less than a minute later, cool, hard silicone slid along my slit, teasing my entrance before the head breached me, spreading me wide. A strangled sort of sound came out of me as Cross worked the toy inside. It wasn't smooth like the other toys he'd used. This one had bumps and ridges that rubbed and pressed against my walls as he pushed it into me. And it was big. Easily as big as Cross, and that was saying something. My legs shook as it filled me, one of the bumps pressing against my g-spot as it settled into place.
“How does that feel?” He ran his hand over my back.
All I could manage was a moan. He chuckled, that low, sensual sound that I loved so much.
“I'm going to fuck your ass,” he said matter-of-factly as he ran his hands over my hips. “Come as many times as you want, babe, but make sure you scream my name every time.”
Some people might've thought that was a joke, but I'd learned that if he said to scream his name, he meant it. If he felt me come and I didn't do what he said, I'd be punished later.
When he slowly pushed his way inside me, I didn't scream his name, but I did scream, pressing my face to the pillow to muffle the sound. He'd used his fingers and a thin butt plug at the same time as his cock before, but I'd never had two things that size inside me at the same time. I felt like I was being ripped apart, but it wasn't all pain. His movement made the toy inside me shift and rub against my g-spot, coaxing pleasure into my tortured nerves.
He stopped for a moment once he was completely inside, but I knew it was for his own benefit rather than mine. He wanted me to come, wanted to bring me pleasure, but he wanted it done his way. And tonight, that meant rough.
As he began to move, each stroke moving the other shaft as well, I had a moment to remember that there'd been a time when I hadn't realized that I liked things rough, kinky, but now, I couldn't imagine my sex life without it.
Then Cross was pounding into me hard enough to drive the air from my lungs, and I didn't think about anything but the way he made me feel. The pressure inside me was building fast, and before I knew it, I was coming again. I didn't have enough breath to scream, but I managed to get his name out.
“That's my girl,” he said as he pinched my nipple.
I made a squeaking sound that made him laugh, and the vibrations went right through me, pushing me toward yet another climax. This one would be the end of me, I knew. I could barely move, barely breathe. I wondered if I passed out this time, if he'd excuse me for not being able to say a word.
He twisted my nipple hard enough to make my body jerk, jostling the shaft in my pussy. Then his fingers were on my swollen clit, the pressure and friction almost painful, and I came again. I managed a scream this time, repeating his name over and over as his fingers moved relentlessly over my clit, each pass in time with a thrust into my ass. I was still coming when I felt him jerk against me, felt the hot liquid of his cum, his cock pulsing as it emptied.