If you missed part one and two, be sure to check them out.
I was still reeling from those orgasms when Steve moved back, easing his cock out. I felt his hands on my hips, pushing my butt even higher in the air. I heard him comment on the redness fading, which was the only warning I had before another flurry of swats landed. These weren't as hard as the previous ones and it was clear that they were more in play than for punishment.
I waited to see what he was going to do next. Minutes ticked by. I felt the bed shift again and he pulled down on my hips until I was practically sitting on his face. I jumped when I felt his tongue, but he just tightened his grip, holding me in place. After a couple minutes, he loosened his grip to grab the plug and start working it in and out. Needless to say, he had me climbing the walls.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more of this exquisite torture, he moved again. He removed the plug and then I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of
the spot recently vacated by the plug. Despite the plug already
loosening things up a little and the fact that I
was still floating on the orgasms I'd had, I tensed.
I have to admit I have a love-hate relationship with anal. It's not
something I offer very often, although I generally don't turn him down
if he asks for it. I have to be pretty relaxed and in an accepting frame
of mind for it to work. If everything is just right, I can even enjoy
it. But no matter who initiates it, it's definitely an act of dominance
on his part that takes me to my submissive core every time.
Just like with the plug, Steve was gentle, easing it in a little at a time. When he was about halfway in, I told him it was too much. He stopped for a minute and rubbed my back while telling me I was his good girl, how proud he was of me for trusting him this far and how much he was enjoying this whole experience.
heard the bag rustle again and a minute later I felt the cold metal of
our other purchase-a vibrating bullet-against my clit. Even though I
knew it was coming, I still jumped when he turned it on, pushing him
deeper in the process.
I pretended not to notice his
delighted rumble of laughter. His free hand came around to tweak a
nipple, which sent a whole wave of new sensations through me. He took
advantage of my distraction to push the rest of the way in. The
sensation of being full from his cock, the bullet on my clit and his
fingers on my nipples pushed me right over the edge.
Steve started out with slow strokes, taking the time to let me adjust to his size. Once I started moving with him, he picked up speed. With everything going on, I was on sensory overload That's when it happened.
For the first time ever, I'm pretty sure I hit subspace. Or if it wasn't subspace, it's definitely a place want to visit again. It's hard to explain exactly what it felt like. It was almost like I was high and then the whole world fell away and there was nothing but me and Steve and waves of warmth and pleasure went through me. It was awesome.
I don't think he realized anything had happened right away. After he had his orgasm, he let go of my hips and I collapsed down on the bed with most of my upper body hanging over the edge (apparently we'd moved quite a bit while all this was going on). He got up to go clean up and when he came back, I was still hanging off the bed. It wasn't until he asked if I was okay and started pulling me up so I didn't fall off on my head that I finally snapped out of it.
Once I was back up in the bed, curled up against him with my head on his chest, exhaustion set in. I conked out almost immediately and slept for twelve straight hours.