TOYS
Clara woke with the sense that she'd been asleep for a long while. It wasn't exactly a perception of time, it was more a feeling in her bones. As if she'd lain in bed for much longer than usual. She opened her eyes and rolled to her side, stretching. She gasped when her body came into contact with a solid length of heat.
"Damien!"
"Expecting someone else, Clara?" His voice was amused, lazy.
"No- I just...well you usually aren't here when I wake, that's all. Does this mean that you have something specific planned for tonight?" There was the slightest edge of trepidation in her voice. After spending seven nights with him, he still had never truly hurt her. In fact, he'd forced her to live some of her deepest fantasies and she'd reveled in them. But she didn't think she would ever forget the image of thousands of eyes staring back at her as she was fucked out of her mind. Even just the memory made her clit throb in forbidden pleasure, but she didn't want to experience it again.
"I always have something specific planned for the night, little one. But that is neither here nor there. I am in bed with you now because you've been asleep for two days."
"Two days?!" Clara sat up sharply.
"Yes," he nodded. "The day after our last....interlude, that night, and the next day. I've lost one of my nights with you to allow you to recover."
"You....why?" She searched his darkly handsome face, baffled by his kindness. The devil wasn't supposed to be thoughtful! Even after all the time they'd spent together, she had a hard time coming to terms with who and what he was- and how that affected her.
"I kept you awake for three days straight, Clara. And you were being fucked nearly every moment of those 72 hours. You earned a night's rest."
Clara flushed furiously thinking about what she'd spent those three days doing. And she idly wondered why she wasn't dangerously sore, considering the circumstances. Her eyes flicked to Damien, half expecting him to answer her thought. He seemed to always be in her head, answering her questions before she could even voice them. If he heard her thought, though, he only gave her one of his trademark smirks.
"Well, now that I'm all rested, what's on the agenda for tonight?" It was all she could think to say. Damien laughed.
"Eager to get right to business, are we?" He laughed again as her blush deepened. "No need to be embarrassed, my pet. After all, it was that very reason that made you unique to me. Made you appealing to me. It's who you are, Clara. And it's nothing to be ashamed of. At least not with me." He gestured down to himself. For the first time she realized he wore nothing but a soft pair of pajama bottoms. His broad chest was bare, his dappling of dark hair tapering down his flat stomach and arrowing directly to his erection. He was the picture of hedonistic delight. Truly sin incarnate.
"I guess you have a point," she agreed.
"Indeed." He grinned wolfishly. "As for the plan for the night, I thought we would take things down a notch on the kinky scale. Another little reprieve of sorts. Because the last three after this will be intense, Clara. Very intense."
"Ok," she murmured nervously. "Then what's tonight's?"
"Toys," he said simply.
"Toys? As in battery operated boyfriend?" Her incredulity rang in her voice, making Damien chuckle.
"Ah, that's just the tip of the iceberg, pet. There's so much more to play with." He rolled over on top of her, making her startlingly aware that she was naked. "Why don't I start showing you right now?" He snapped his fingers and a ball gag appeared in his hand. When he lowered it to her mouth, Clara opened somewhat reluctantly. Before she could think to say anything, the gag was in place and she was effectively silenced. Another snap and the bed shifted beneath her. The mattress grew firmer as it shrank, going from opulent king sized bed to small padded bench in only a moment.
Damien leaned up and ran his hands down her body, running his fingers from her neck, over her breasts, to her stomach and then around to cup her ass. He growled low and pulled her close against his cock, showing her how enticed he was by her. Clara couldn't help throwing her head back and arching up in pleasure. His hands felt sinfully good on her, hot and hard and promising wicked delights. He kissed down her neck, took one nipple into his mouth and bit softly. She cried out, streaks of pleasure coursing through her with every touch.
When her body started to tremble, Damien flipped her over so she was on her stomach on the bench. Her legs straddled it, her knees on small padded rests she hadn't realized were there. Damien pressed his chest to her back, the burning heat of him awakening new desire in her. She could feel every single little sensation. The way the fabric of the bench rubbed her nipples, how open and exposed her pussy and ass were in that position, the way the hairs on his chest brushed her back...
Clara heard him snap again and a moment later something firm and warm was pressing against the now wet entrance of her sex. From experience she could tell it wasn't his cock. Even still, she didn't tense or shy away from it. He'd turned her on enough that she just wanted filled- she didn't care how.
Slowly he pushed it into her, letting her body adjust to the size and feel of the intruder. It seemed never to end, filling her completely. When it was buried all the way inside, Damien clicked it into place and it attached to the bench. She wiggled experimentally, seeing how it felt inside her with each small movement. Just as she was getting used to the sensation, Damien reached under her hips, between the bench and her pelvis. He slid his finger across her clit, eliciting a scream from behind the gag. His finger began to make slow circles. He drove her up and up, making her cunt clench around the toy inside her. Before she made it to breaking point, he stopped and slipped something else down there. He positioned it so that it rested against her clit, then used two thin straps to attach it to her.
Satisfied, he pulled away to inspect his work. Damien couldn't help the wicked smile that broke over his face. She looked beautiful there, impaled on the vibrator, another smaller one positioned on her clit, ball gag in her mouth. He was reminded yet again that she was the epitome of everything he wanted in a sexual partner. But before he could dwell on the thought too much, he pressed a button on the small remote in his hand.
Clara squealed as the vibrator clicked on and buzzed to life, vibrating deep within her and starting to thrust in and out at the same time. The strokes were long and firm, even and mechanical. Then, suddenly, the buzzing started on her clit, too. Her whole body went stiff at the unexpected sensation. The vibrations were relentless, never easing or slowing. As Damien pressed another button, the vibrator began to thrust in and out of her cunt faster. Soon she was grunting with the force of its thrusts, body tensing in pleasure.
Damien moved behind her and began to coat her ass with slick liquid. Clara couldn't even think of squirming away as he did so. Her body was too caught up in the myriad other sensations. When she was well lubricated, something small and round pressed against that entrance. With a little pressure, Damien popped it inside. A moment later, there was another pressure, this one slightly bigger. After it popped inside, there was another and then another. By the time he was done there had to have been at least eight beads on the string he'd inserted inside her. Each time the vibrator thrust into her, she could feel them shift. The sensations were drugging all mixed together like that. Clara could do no more than lie still and let them wash through her.
Another few presses of the buttons and Damien made the vibrations increase in intensity, the thrusting started to go even faster and harder. He watched Clara's body tense and rise toward orgasm. When he could see she was close, he mounted her on the bench, grabbing the end of the string of beads in his fist. She arched under him, moaning low and loud. As the first waves of orgasm started to crash over her, Damien pulled out the beads in one firm yank. Her moan became a scream as her orgasm intensified to astronomical proportions. Before she could come down from her climax, Damien positioned himself and thrust his cock into her ass.
The swift invasion drew her orgasm on and on, her body shuddering and clenching. Damien moved fast and hard, fucking her ass while the vibrator continued to thrust into her cunt. Clara felt the breath being driven from her with each thrust from the dual thicknesses inside her. As she was fucked over and over, one orgasm turned to two which turned in to three. Then she couldn't tell if she was having another or if this was just the same climax extended to last longer than any she'd ever had.
Finally, when Clara felt her body would fly apart into a million little pieces, Damien gripped her hips and thrust deeply. His cock pulsed and spurted inside her. Then he stilled and all the vibrations ceased. Despite the intense pleasure they'd given her, Clara took a breath of relief. There was only so much pleasure one person could take, and she'd reached her limit.
Damien carefully pulled himself from her and slipped the vibrator out of her cunt. It was slippery with her release, and just the sight of it sent another pulse of pleasure throbbing in his cock. Then he snapped his fingers and the bench grew into a bed again. He climbed in beside Clara and watched her, propped up on his elbow.
For a long time, Clara stayed on her stomach, too sexually exhausted to even roll over. Finally she heaved herself onto her back and met Damien's eyes.
"Well, you were right. Compared to some of the other things we've done, this was pretty tame." At her words, Damien only smirked. Clara stretched, feeling a delicious lethargy creeping through her limbs. "Even still...I wouldn't mind finding one of those machines to buy once I get back to the real world." She winked at him.
Damien felt a flash of envy and a flash of pleasure go through him simultaneously. The pride that came from giving her so much pleasure she would seek it on her own was immense. But the thought of her doing that without him, after she'd left him, made him bitterly jealous. His arms tightened around her until they were momentarily painful, then he relaxed them.
"I think that can be arranged," he said with a half forced smile.
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