my belly to my sex, palming me once more. He eases his
fingers inside me, and I moan loudly, appreciatively.
“I’m going to put this inside you,” he murmurs. “Not
“I’m going to put this inside you,” he murmurs. “Not
here.” His fingers trail between my buttocks, spreading oil.
“But here.” He moves his fingers round and round, in and
out, hitting the front wall of my vagina. I moan and my
restrained nipples swell.
“Ah.”
“Hush now.” Christian removes his fingers and slides
the object into me. He cups my face and kisses me, his
mouth invading mine, and I hear a very faint click. Instantly
the plug inside me starts to vibrate—down there! I gasp.
The feeling is extraordinary—beyond anything I’ve felt
before.
“Ah!”
“Easy,” Christian calms me, stifling my gasps with his
mouth. His hands move down and tug very gently on the
clamps. I cry out loudly.
“Christian, please!”
“Hush, baby. Hang in there.”
This is too much—all this overstimulation, everywhere.
My body starts to climb, and on my knees, I’m unable to
control the buildup. Oh my . . . Will I be able to handle
this?
“Good girl,” he soothes.
“Christian,” I pant, sounding desperate even to my
own ears.
“Hush, feel it, Ana. Don’t be afraid.” His hands are
now on my waist, holding me, but I can’t concentrate on
his hands, what’s inside me, and the clamps, too. My body
is building, building to an explosion—with the relentless
vibrations and the sweet, sweet torture of my nipples.
vibrations and the sweet, sweet torture of my nipples.
Holy hell. It will be too intense. His hands move from my
hips, down and around, slick and oiled, touching, feeling,
kneading my skin—kneading my behind.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs and suddenly he gently
pushes an anointed finger inside me . . . there! Into my
backside. Fuck. It feels alien, full, forbidden . . . but
oh . . . so . . . good. And he moves slowly, easing in and
out, while his teeth graze my upturned chin.
“So beautiful, Ana.”
I’m suspended high—high above a wide, wide ra一vine,
and I
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