Devil’s Lily: Chapter 19
Maximo arranges my limbs on the bed until I’m on my hands and knees, and runs his hand down my ass with an appreciative murmur. The flesh tingles with the memory of his spanking from a few days ago, and I catch myself holding my breath, half-expecting him to spank me again—maybe even harder this time since I was asking probing questions—but he only caresses it softly, almost maddingly so.
His hand drifts lower between my cheeks, and I nearly jump out of my skin when his thumb circles that forbidden entrance. I bite my lip as I dare a glance over my shoulder, and oh—the intense look in his dark eyes makes me gasp. It’s like being caught in the gaze of a predator, one who knows exactly what he wants to do with his prey. Oh no.
Then he shifts off the bed and takes some items off the nightstand. I track his every move, my pulse spiking as I see what he has picked up. The lube. And… a small cone-ish device with a wide, flat end. I blink, feeling heat flare up my face as realization sinks in. Oh. Oh no. I may be inexperienced, but I know exactly what he plans to do with it. “I’m—I’m not sure if this is such a good idea.”
He chuckles. “I’ve yet to do something you don’t like—or have I?”
I shake my head slowly, because it’s true—everything he’s introduced me to has unlocked pleasures I never imagined possible. Damn him for being right.
“Good, then trust me on this.” He snaps open the bottle of lube and pours the cool liquid generously on my ass. Then his fingers begin a slow, circling massage that has my toes curling. He works the rim with careful attention until the skin heats up under his touch and a warm languid pleasure flows through me.
I try to swallow my moan but it escapes anyway, my pussy fluttering as he continues with his massage. More lube squirts onto my flesh and a shudder tingles down my spine as he holds me steady with one hand on my hip and return to making circles through the lube. Once, twice, he circles his index finger around my rim, and my body responds embarrassingly eagerly, the hole contracting and relaxing with each pass. Then he puts the tip of his finger at my entrance and—
I jolt forward instinctively as he pushes his finger in, but he holds me in place. “Shh, stay still.”
The slow slide of his finger makes my head drop with a gasp as the strangest pleasure radiates through me. What the—
My pulse pounds in my ears as he withdraws, adds more lube, then circles back again, the movements now achingly familiar but still electric. Each careful thrust, each glide of his finger, sends waves of dazed pleasure through my body until I’m breathless and practically melting into the mattress.
When he switches to his thumb, I tense at the slightly thicker intrusion, but force myself to remain still, trusting him—and I can’t believe I’m thinking this—not to do anything that would hurt me too much.
With the excessive lube and his earlier attention, it’s an easier stretch than I expect, and the sound that escapes my lips is definitely not protest. I moan, arching my back, thrusting my ass back at him, and he chuckles. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nod breathlessly. He withdraws from me, and I glance back to see him coating the device with lube. “What’s that?”
He holds it up so I can get a closer look, like he knows exactly how curious—anxious—I am. “It’s called a butt plug. Having this in first for a few days will loosen you up a little and make it easier for you to take my cock.”
Oh God. I bite my lip with trepidation as I move my gaze to the huge cock jutting out of his pelvis and weeping with precum. It’s one thing to be able to take a finger, a thumb, or even the butt plug in my ass… but that monstrous thing? I swallow, nerves flaring up all over again. “I—I don’t know Maximo.”
“It’s okay, love. You don’t have to worry about my cock for a few more days.”
That doesn’t make me feel any better.
But then he’s back behind me, and after another brief massage, he begins to work the plug inside. I gasp at the initial stretch, pleasure warring with discomfort as tears spring to my eyes. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming, my ass clenching around the intrusion as arousal drips down my pussy.
“That’s it. You’re my good girl. Look at you taking it so well. So damn pretty,” he murmurs softly, making my head spin with his addicting praise.
I suddenly would do anything to keep him calling me his good girl in that voice.
He pats my ass appreciatively, and when I look back, his eyes are transfixed to the plug now fully inserted, his expression so hotly possessive that I moan as I push my ass at him, not understanding what I’m doing or why—but he seems to like it. He circles my ass with his palm before rising, and I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he pulls out a couple of wet wipes from the pack on the nightstand and cleans his hands. Then he’s climbing back behind me, and with a strong hand on my spine, pushes my back down until my ass is raised shamelessly high towards the ceiling and my pussy is right in his face.
He rumbles out a pleased groan as he runs a hand through my soaked folds. “Look how pretty you are. So pink. So wet. All for me. All mine.” Each word is punctuated with a light slap to my pussy that makes the plug shift in my ass, sending electricity jolting through me.
“I’m–I’m not a possession you can own,” I gasp out.
He laughs darkly, thrusting his fingers into my tight flesh, making my eyes roll with pleasure. “Wrong, Elira. You are a possession I already own.”
Did he just— Before I can summon proper outrage, he’s rubbing that spot inside me that turns my brain to mush, and I’m crying out his name while bucking back against him like a cat in heat, ire forgotten.
“You’re my wife. Your entire being belongs to me.” His voice is gravel and sin as he removes his fingers and notches himself at my entrance. “Mine,” he growls, and with one savage thrust, he claims me.
I scream his name again as pleasure slams into me, but even lost in the sensation, I cling to one thought: My body might be yours, Maximo, but that’s all you get. Not my whole being. And especially not my heart.