N is for... (Checklist Book 14) by L DuBois (latest novels to read TXT) 📗

smiled at her. Reaching out one long arm he stroked the top of her breast, and then flicked her nipple.

“Fuck yourself on it,” he said softly. “It’s going to be big. And with the plug in your ass, you’re going to have to work yourself onto the dildo.”

“Yes, Sir.” She adjusted her legs one at a time and then sank down. The knob felt impossibly big and blunt. She looked up. “I’m not sure it will fit.”

“It will.”

She bore down, wiggling. She felt stretched and tight, the plug in her ass shifting with each breath.

Once more Daniel knelt in front of her. “Do you need help?”

“Yes, please.” She started to rise up, assuming he was going to reach under her and fuck her with his fingers, or maybe lube up the knob.

“No.” Daniel put his hand on her shoulder, arresting her movement.

Holding her gaze, he looped the nipple clamp chain around his neck like a stethoscope and then reached out to pinch and pluck her nipples. Pleasure rippled through her.

He captured the tips of her breasts between thumbs and middle fingers, pinching lightly, and then stroked the flat tip of each nipple with the pad of his index finger. The sensation was so acute that her pussy clenched in reaction to the pleasure, and she moaned, grabbing fistfuls of her own hair and tugging, adding a little bit of pain.

“Talk,” he commanded.

“That feels so good. So fucking good. So…so precise. It’s like there’s a direct line, or nerve, or something, connecting my nipples and clit.”

“Good, slut. What else?”

“I’m pulling my hair, because I like it. Because I like that kind of pain.” Autumn had closed her eyes, because it was easier to narrate what she was feeling without knowing he was looking at her.

“And your pussy?”

“I’m…I’m wetter now. You made me wetter.” She wiggled, rubbing her opening all over the knob. “I’m going to try—”

She stopped on a shriek of pleasure. When she’d shifted her weight, the knob had slipped inside her with an almost popping sensation.

“It’s…it’s in,” she stammered. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze. “It’s big, and with the plug…I feel full.”

“Good. Now take it deeper.”

She whimpered.

He stroked her cheek. “Take it deeper for me.”

She felt soft and helpless. With a whimper she obeyed, working herself down on the knob. It wasn’t very long and after only a moment her crotch touched the Sybian.

“Well done. You deserve a reward.” Daniel bent his head, taking one of her nipples in his lips. He sucked, tugging her flesh deeper into the warm, wet hollow of his mouth.

She moaned, and arched into his face, which changed the angle of her hips, the knob sliding in a little bit more, while the ring handle of the plug came to rest on the saddle.

He switched to her other nipple, his finger going to the first, pinching and pulling, until the saliva-damp skin slid from between his fingers.

Autumn closed her eyes, whimpering in submissive bliss. She felt full and used, pleasured and owned. His forcing her—with nothing more than his words, his dominance—to take the thick toy in her pussy had pushed a button she hadn’t known she had. She loved this feeling of being forced to participate in her own degradation, of him commanding her to continue even when it seemed to be too much. Ordering her to fuck herself on the machine, while her ass was already plugged and sore from the spanking.

He pulled back, her nipple slipping from his mouth with an audible pop. She watched with soft, wary eyes as he slid the clamps from around his neck.

The first one went on the nipple he’d been fingering, rubber-coated teeth biting down on her flesh. When he used the screw to tighten the jaws she cried out, looking up at him, pleading without words for mercy.

He tightened it further.

Her head dropped in submissive acceptance as pain shivered down her torso. The other clamp went on just as tight, and she was making a soft, whimpering, whining sound at the back of her throat by the time he finished.

“You’re beautiful like this.”

“Will you tell me? What…what you see?” she asked haltingly.

His gaze searched her face. “Yes, lover, I will. But first, I think you’ve earned a reward.”

He picked up the controller.

A second later the motors between her thighs hummed to life, though the attachment was still.

“Lean forward a bit, so your clit is making contact.”

The moment she’d obeyed, adjusting the angle of her hips by arching her back, rather than actually leaning forward, which would probably cause her to faceplant, he flipped on the vibration.

Half a dozen soft little nubs were pressed into her clit and the surrounding skin. Each one of those started to vibrate.

“Holy shit,” Autumn breathed.

“How does it feel?”

“So…so good. Oh god it’s so, so good…I—”

The orgasm took her by surprise. Between one breath and the next the pleasure and pain he’d given her and the submission he’d demanded from her, came together with the pure physical stimulation of her clit. It was an orgasm built not just of physical sensation, but of emotional and mental pleasure.

Autumn reared back, screaming with the force of her orgasm. Her hands fell from her hair, slamming down onto the saddle, elbows locked to keep herself upright.

The vibrations slowed, and her orgasm started to subside. She was shaking, shivering.

That’s when he turned on the knob.

Deep in her pussy, the rounded invader started to move, swirling in a small circle. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, a strange, invasive, demanding touch. The kind of thing only a Dom, her Dom, who felt it was his right to touch and use every part of her body, would ever have dared. Each rotation made the fat head slide over her G-spot, then as it rotated to the back, bump against the plug.

Soon she was rocking in time with the rhythm, her body, which should have been replete after that first orgasm, starting to tighten once more.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please stop?” He waited, but all