Page 137 of Renascence

“You mean… like a whip?”

“Yes.”

That scares me a bit; then again, so did spanking. Now look at me. I know Liam wouldn’t hurt me physically, and like he said, anything I don’t like, he won’t do.

“Maybe.”

He smirks, his beautiful face taking the focus away from his hands. When he begins to work a dildo inside me, I clench around it. It starts to vibrate, ripping a moan from me. I realize it’s a rabbit when something flicks against my clit.

“Fuck, Liam.” I shudder, thighs pressing together before he forces them apart again.

“Open up, darlin’.” I part my lips, but he pulls back, concern creasing his brows. “Are you sure you’re not in pain?”

“Positive.”

I take his dick in my mouth, squeezing the base in a fist as I suck him off. He works the vibrator, tugging on the nipple clamps. With all my holes filled, my body is one big conductor of sensation. I moan around his dick, giving in to him because I can’t concentrate on anything but what I’m feeling. I grab his thigh when he goes deep, hitting the back of my throat. He holds the position, hand to the back of my head, keeping me in place. Before I can even begin to gag, he pulls out, letting me catch my breath. The vibration in my pussy intensifies.

“Liam!” I cry out, burying my face in his thigh. He tugs on the clamps, pulling until I raise my head. “Fuck!” There’s a battle between pain and pleasure going on in my body, and Christ help me but I don’t know which one I want to win. They meld so beautifully, creating a love child that someone should definitely name. Plein? Pasure? Fuck, I think he’s fucking me senseless. Added to that fact, he seems so much more personal now. Gone are the formal “Emilys,” replaced by “Ems” and “darlin’s.” It’s the perfect mix of dominant and loving, hard and soft.

When I’m on the cusp of orgasm again, he pulls out the vibrator.

“Swear to fucking Christ, you do that again, I’m going to castrate you!” I growl.

This time he laughs, grabbing another item from the box. The wand-like toy is pressed to my clit, my legs thrown on his shoulders as he slides inside me.

“Need to be inside you when you come, darlin’.”

Oh. Then it hits me. Maybe I should… ask? The thing on my clit starts vibrating, shutting down my cognitive functions. He crosses my ankles on one shoulder, leaning forward so the vibrator is held in place between my thighs and stomach. When he moves, my eyes roll back in my head.

“Fuck, Em….”

“Fuck me, Liam!” I cry out, searching for the words to make him lose control. The first night we made love comes back to me. “You like your pussy, Liam?”

“Fucking love it,” he grunts.

“Then fuck me, Liam. Fuck your pussy until I come all over your dick.”

That does it. He goes crazy, pumping into me, hitting that spot inside me only he’s been able to find. There’s no way he’ll stop now.

“Please, Liam. Please, may I come?”

“Fuck!”

He spreads my legs wide, arms wrapping around my thighs as he moves faster. The vibrator rolls away but I pick it up, pressing it to my clit.

“Please, please!” I beg, my orgasm just beyond reach. “Please let me come!”

“Come!” he growls.

My world ends. Volcanoes erupt, earthquakes open up the ground below. The sky goes black, sun and moon imploding, stars falling into the gaping nothing below. That’s what my orgasm feels like. Total annihilation. I scream so loudly, I’ve probably woken the dead and there may be a few zombies walking around tomorrow. Liam’s name is a litany on my lips.

Dear God, I love this man!

He slowly removes the plug from my ass, turning the vibrator off and setting it aside. I don’t even know if he came, and I certainly wouldn’t be able to help him right now if he didn’t. When he pulls out of me, the liquid running down tells me he did.Thank fuck.

“A couple more times with this”—he waves the butt plug at me—“and then it’s my dick in your ass, baby.”

I scoff, trying to find the energy to laugh. “So romantic.”