He released her hips and she complied, arranging herself spread-eagle in the middle of the bed. As she did so, he pulled four Velcro straps from under the bed at the corners.
He made it seem almost nonchalant how he opened them, strapping them around her ankles and wrists. Surprisingly, their snugness comforted. They made her feel safe.
She heard him open and close a drawer, then felt his fingers slather cool cream onto her slit. It smelled of mint and tingled as he worked it all around her clit, her lips and her tight pucker. Tingling became a slow burn. She took a mouthful of blanket and bit down. She wanted to feel his cock reach so deep.
When he'd slathered her sufficiently, he covered her eyes with a soft blindfold and walked to the other side of the room.
A switch snapped and a dull hum filled the room. Her heart filled her mouth. She wanted to tell him to stop, that she couldn’t take anymore, but it would be a lie. Beneath the denial lay such a strong need that it consumed her. She wanted it all.
She trickled onto the comforter. “Dean?” Her voice sounded like she smoked a pack a day.
“What do you want Kath?”
“I want you.”
“What exactly do you want?”
The hum came closer.
“I want you in me, I want you all over.”
“All you ever need to do is ask.” The bed beside her thighs depressed.
Cold hard silicone rooted at her. It swirled and vibrated. It slithered between her lips, spreading her wide. Its bulbous head stretched her and packed her full. As she relaxed into it, he pushed it another inch, his fingers touching her rim. Rocking her in a smooth rhythm, he pulled out then pushed back in again. Slowly, inch-by-inch, building her up.
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