Page 34 of Devoted (Love and Burlesque #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

KNIGHT

A pink glittery dildo. Thankfully, not eight feet long.

I f you told me a few months ago that I not only performed on stage but did fairly well, given how new it is, I would have laughed in your face.

My grueling rehearsals with Domingo seemed to have paid off since I wasn’t booed off stage. Actually, my ears are still ringing from the audience’s cheering as I sit in Vivian’s living room, sipping a glass of wine.

Emerging from her room with a wicked smile and something behind her back, she stands between me and the coffee table.

“Since we have the place to ourselves and because we’re still dressed up…” she speaks slowly, rousing me as I die of curiosity for what she has in store. Shifting my weight against my corset, I lean forward to reach for whatever she has behind her back, but she smacks my hand away.

“Is your plan to keep me guessing all night?” I ask, sitting back and resting my arm over the back of the couch. Taking a sip of my wine, I stay seated and observe her.

“No, I’ll tell you, but you need to be honest with me if you’re not interested in this.

” Vivian reveals the items in her hands.

One item is a glittery silicone dildo, and the other is a little harder for me to distinguish at first. It isn’t until my eyes roam over the harness attached to the straps that I realize what it is.

Pinching one of the straps between my fingers in inspection, I crane my neck to meet Vivian’s gaze.

“How do you feel about pegging?” she asks as she places herself into my lap. She’s still wearing her cheerleading outfit, and the skirt rides up to expose a generous amount of her thighs. I have a moment to think as Vivian steals my wineglass and drinks the last bit of it.

While I have never actually been pegged, I’ve enjoyed the occasional exploration beyond what’s seen as conventional.

Am I interested in being fucked and owned by the most beautiful creature I’ve ever set my sight on? My instantly hardened dick would plead so.

“It’s okay if you aren’t into it,” Vivian reassures me sincerely, searching my face to see my reaction.

“If you’re doing it, I’m into it, darling.” I set the strap-on down on the couch, choosing to palm and squeeze handfuls of her exposed thighs instead. “I’ll just need a moment to prepare.”

Vivian presses her lips onto mine in a sweet kiss. High-pitched noises are muffled against my lips as she wiggles in my lap. I kiss her back with similar vigor, eager to see exactly how she’ll dominate me tonight.

“You are really into this, aren’t you?” I smile as she retreats, shaking my head at her excitement that shouldn’t be so endearing considering the subject matter, but my heart warms either way.

“If it’s you, I’m very into it, handsome.”

Not even ten minutes later, I’m bent over an ottoman in Vivian’s room, facing the closet mirror while she stands behind me, her pink glittery cock only barely covered by the pleats of her skirt.

I’m still chastising myself for answering “raccoon” when she asked me for a safe word a minute earlier. But the way she looked at me, all grin with a breathy chuckle, soothed the embarrassment a little.

“Hands stay in front of you,” she commands, and I watch her through the mirror, bending down to run her nails up my arms. I clasp my hands before me, leaning on my elbows to keep my head upright.

My body shivers as her hand travels down the corset, over my ass cheek, to where my cock lies straining against the plush fabric of the ottoman. When she grasps me, I let out a small groan, realizing her hand is coated in lube.

“You were fucking amazing on stage, Knight,” Vivian praises, making eye contact with me through the mirror as she pumps me slowly. If my cock wasn’t already drooling, hearing her compliment me would have made beads of precum drip from me.

“Thank you. It was all for you,” I reply, so tempted to fuck into her fist, but I know she wants me to stay still.

“Oh, I know, honey. You made me so proud.” The bit of condescension that lines her words makes my blood pump faster.

She’s aware I only agreed to do the showcase to keep her out of it—my asinine attempt to control her.

Not only is this my reward for a show well done, it’s also my punishment for overstepping my boundaries.

Vivian’s hand disappears from my cock and I am ready to beg for her touch when I hear more lube being squeezed out of a bottle. Two of her small fingers circle my hole, my body jolting with the sudden touch. Leisurely, she enters me, and the slight sting makes me breathe out a hiss.

“Fuck, gorgeous. You look lovely, taking my fingers.” Vivian rubs her freehand over my ass, kneading the muscle.

“Thank you, my queen,” I sigh, trying to take control of my breath as she pumps even deeper. With a smack to my ass, she adds in another finger, making me moan and shut my eyes closed at the sensation.

“Eyes on me, Knight.” The fingers of her free hand tangle in my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to open my eyes.

When I see her expression in the mirror, she is all confidence and satisfaction.

I break from her stare only to watch the motion of her hand going back and forth as her fingers open me up for her.

“Do you like my fingers in your ass?” she asks, scissoring and stretching inside me. I feel full, but not uncomfortably so. Knowing it’s her giving me this pleasure drapes all sensations with a layer of trust and affection.

“Y-Yes,” I mumble, my neck still strained in the way she not-so-affectionately is tugging my hair.

Vivian untangles her fingers from my head. I feel them move lower to swiftly begin undoing the laces of my corset. A familiar panic threatens to surge within me, but I remember that she’s seen my scars. Seen them, kissed them, and made them feel invisible all in one motion.

“Do you think you’re ready to take my cock?” Vivian asks, snapping me from my reflection, and I nod frantically, causing some of the curls in my hair to fall over my forehead.

She bites her lip as she opens the back of the corset, the laces still intact, but loose enough to expose most of my back to her.

Running her hand down my spine, she caresses my inked skin with light touches until she reaches my lower back.

Retreating her fingers carefully, her lube hand glides over my ass as she takes the globes into each of her hands and leans down to place a kiss at the small of my back.

“On the bed, pet,” she orders, and I comply. As I’m about to settle on my knees in her bed, she tsks behind me. “No, no. I’m going to watch your face while you come on my toy.”

It takes everything in me to not squeeze the base of my cock in an attempt to control myself.

Just her words when she commands me could make me cum all over her bedsheets.

Turning around, I lie down on the bed, my corset riding up as I settle myself.

Only last night, I had her in a similar position on this very bed.

Deeming me not close enough, Vivian wraps her arms around my thighs and heaves me toward her until my ass is almost hanging off the side of the bed.

“Oh my god,” I groan, looking at the ceiling to compose myself. Getting manhandled by someone who is seventeen years my junior, and much smaller than me shouldn’t be this much of a turn-on, but my cock twitches with new ropes of precum coming out of it.

“Beg me to fill your pretty little hole, Knight.” Vivian spreads my thighs as wide as they will go. Angling myself, I look down to where she stands, rubbing lube onto her pink toy and waiting for me to beg.

“Please,” I whimper, my hands gripping her bedsheets.

“You need to do better than that, pet.” Something blunt presses against my hole, not soft and delicate like her fingers.

“Please, fill my pretty little hole. It’s all yours. Every part of me is yours,” I plead, my breath growing heavy in anticipation.

“Say thank you when my cock is as far in as you want it.” Vivian presses her hips forward, driving her toy in at an angle that instantly has me seeing stars.

“Oh, oh fuck,” I whimper, my body tensing at the different sensation. It isn’t a large toy, but I am unaccustomed to this activity.

“Shh,” she cajoles, rubbing the uncovered part of my belly and hips. Her hand lands on my cock, wrapping around it and jerking it softly. My body relaxes a little, letting her continue to stick in her toy with more ease.

“That’s it, pet. You’ve got the whole thing.” Her smile radiates pride and I’m rewarded with quicker pumps of my dick.

“T-Thank you,” I sigh. A loud moan escapes me when she retreats and pushes back into me, making me slide up the bed. She continues experimenting with her thrusts, and her hand does the same, changing paces until I’m arching my back into the mattress.

She finds a pace, matching the rhythm of her thrusts with long, languid pulls of my cock that make me feel like I am going to pass out.

“I love this,” she confesses. “You’re so fucking grumpy all the time, you just needed my shiny cock in your ass. Now you’re all grins as you get fucked out of your mind, aren’t you?”

I nod profusely and she deepens her thrusts, each one making my corset ride up further and further until it’s practically poking at my chin. I must look debauched, and it’s all her doing.

“Please, I need to come, my queen,” I beg when I feel I can’t take anymore. It’s either I come or I pass out, and I’m really hoping she’ll let me release while her toy is inside me.

“You’ve been such a good boy. I think we can make that happen.” Vivian focuses her attention at the head of my cock, wrapping her fingers in a vice grip as she quickens her strokes and I lose myself in the sensation.

I yell her name with a throaty groan, my hips convulsing as my cock shoots my release, and my ass clenches around her toy. Her hips slow down, giving me respite from the overwhelming feelings while her hand rubs my cum into my skin, marking me with it.

“Vivian…” I breathe, squeezing my eyes shut as she pulls out of me.

I hear her remove the strap-on before she sits up beside me in bed and begins to remove my corset.

“Thank you,” I murmur, already feeling like I’m drifting off to sleep.

Between the spiral I found myself in last night, the showcase, and getting the air fucked out of me, I’m an exhausted man.

“Just rest, I’ll get you cleaned up,” she replies, her sweet voice sending me out of consciousness, and I can’t remember if I only thought the words or said them out loud: “I love you.”