Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis Book 1) Golden Angel (top 10 non fiction books of all time TXT) 📖

Somehow though, the idea of actually having anal sex… well, like Mitch said, it was her last virginity. She’d lost her virginity in high school at prom with her high school boyfriend like a terrible cliché. Not that she regretted it. It had been nice. Sweet. He’d done his best to make it romantic.

But this… this suited who she was now. Mitch had added some romance, in his own way, but there was also the pain, the kink, the dizzying heights of pleasure. Her breasts felt extra swollen and sensitive beneath her, pressed against the padded table. The more weight she put on them, the more they tingled painfully, but in her current position, she couldn’t exactly keep her weight off of them.

Something slid up her legs, then straps tightened around her thighs. Mitch lifted her hips a little to get them in the perfect position. Soft, rubbery, it pressed against her clit, and Domi moaned. She recognized the sensation. Mitch had strapped a butterfly vibrator to her. It could be fluttering, teasing torment or intense stimulation, depending on the setting.

A flip of the switch and fluttering, teasing torment it was, humming to life against her swollen clit. The tiny bud felt more sensitive than usual after her previous orgasm. She squirmed in place, unable to escape the tiny vibrations, which tickled more than pleasured at the moment.

Hands grasped her hips, and something hard, hot, and slick pressed against her anus. Domi froze.

“Good girl.” Mitch’s deep, approving tone filled her with warmth head to toe.

He began to push in.

It was similar to the toys she’d had inserted in her ass, yet utterly different. The tight ring stretched, burning with discomfort as he pushed in. The butterfly buzzed against her clit, but it barely served as a distraction from the slick sensation of his cock sliding deeper inside her. Unlike a plug, there was no notch for her sphincter to settle into. Unlike the plastic dildos and probes, he was not cool or even warm. He was hot, pulsing inside her in a way a toy could never replicate.

“Oh, fuck…” She clenched around him as he pushed even deeper, filling her far more than any of the toys. Her opening was widening even farther, muscles stretching to accommodate his girth. Did his cock get thicker as it went?

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Hands massaged her ass, no longer wearing gloves. She knew he was looking down at his cock in her ass, appreciating the view of splitting her cheeks with his dick. He finally bottomed out, groin pressed up against her body, the front of his thighs against the back of hers. Domi dropped her head against the table, panting for breath.

Even though her pussy was empty, she felt even fuller than she had when he’d used his fingers to impale both of her holes. His cock felt bigger than ever in her ass, and she swore she could feel him throbbing against the sensitive walls. The sensation was excruciatingly intimate and incredibly arousing.

Just when she was beginning to adjust to the massive intrusion, she felt Mitch shift behind her. The vibrator kicked into high gear, pulsating against her sensitive clit and sending her careening straight toward orgasm. Less than a second later, Mitch was pulling back, his cock sliding out of her, and the sensation of retreat was even more intense than that of insertion, making her channel feel raw, extra sensitive. She clenched hard in reaction, only for him to drive back into her with a hard thrust that made her cry out.

Hands slid under her body and hard fingers curved around her swollen breasts, closing down on them hard. Domi’s legs kicked as Mitch fucked her ass hard, using her breasts as leverage. The butterfly sent waves of ecstasy reverberating through her to mix with the sparks of pain from Mitch’s rough handling and a confusing clash of both pleasure and discomfort as he pillaged her ass, a devastating assault on her senses.

Tears filled her eyes as the first orgasm crashed into her. She screamed his name, rocking back against him, shuddering and clenching around him. His rhythm never faltered as his cock drove into her ass over and over. The mercilessly relentless hum of the butterfly against her swollen clit quickly became agonizing as the pleasure became too intense for her body to bear.

Mitch

Feeling Domi come apart beneath him, his plan to ride her ass long and hard was rapidly collapsing. She was too hot, too tight around his cock, her screams of pain and pleasure too exciting.

“Mitch! Please! Fuck!” she babbled, twisting and fighting against the intense pleasure he was pouring into her. The butterfly vibe was doing its work, keeping her high, her muscles convulsing in wave after wave of inescapable orgasm. The sob in her voice drove him harder, faster.

Ecstasy pulsed. He slammed home, hands tightly gripping her tormented breasts, cock buried deep in her ass, his body resting against hers and pushing her hips against the table, pressing the vibrator even more firmly against her clit. He could feel every twitch, every wriggle, every tiny movement of her muscles as she tried to escape the intense assault of sensation. He felt when she passed out, just as the hot spurts of rapture faded, leaving him sated.

Quickly removing the vibrator, he got the table back in place and turned her over to give her a quick check over—a real one.

Her racing pulse was slowing, breathing normalizing… nothing wrong as far as he could see. Mitch allowed himself a grin. Damn. She’d come so hard, she’d passed out. Like he wasn’t going to be proud of that.

Undoing the restraints on her wrists, he gathered her in his arms, feeling as protective as he was satisfied. Time for aftercare in their hotel room.

Domi

Cool water slipped through her lips.

An insistent voice said she needed to eat something.

Domi slapped the hands, trying to rouse her awake.

She wanted to sleep.

A soft chuckle.

“Okay then, Domi Darling.”

Warmth wrapped