Page 26 of Be Mine
“Look familiar” he asks, examining my tentacle dildo in his hands. “I’m an extremely jealous man, Frankie. It displeases me to know this inanimate object has been getting all your attention, when I could have been the one fucking you senseless.”
My cheeks flame in embarrassment. I want to pull my arms over my head to hide my shame, but I remember I’ve been firmly instructed to keep them still.
He brings the toy close to my face, brushing the tip over my lips and chin, coasting down my throat, over the peaks of my nipples. Noah’s eyes follow each movement, taking stock of every sigh, moan, or quiver I make.
Drawing the dildo to my lips again, he swirls the tip round and round, taunting me, then shoving it forcefully in my mouth.
“Suck,” he demands.
I try to scream around the intrusion, but he’s pushed the toy to the back of my throat. I gag around it, its girth stretching my lips painfully. He mimics fucking my mouth, in and out, in and out. It’s too much. I shake my head to protest, but he clutches my face with the opposite hand and holds me still, probing me with my favorite toy. I’m on the verge of tears when he pulls it away, leaving me a panting, drooling mess.
“You’remine,Frankie. I don’t like sharing what’s mine, even if it’s with a rubber dick.” My eyes round as I watch the storm clouds take over.
“But since you love this toy so much, I’m going to fuck you with it while I take your ass,” he bites out.
I was right. I am not going to survive this night.
He eases the dildo inside me, stretching me around it. I’ve never been able to take it all before, but Noah seems to be on a mission to rectify that.
I stiffen as he pushes deeper and deeper, watching as the toy opens me up. God, it fucking burns. I can’t take anymore; I’m going to split in two.
I’m sweating and squirming when a faint hum makes me come to my senses, and I look down to see Noah holding my bullet vibrator.Jesus, this man has no respect for people’s privacy. Bringing the steel close to my clit without coming in contact, the subtle buzz reignites the pleasure inside me.
Soon, I’m relaxing as the waves of desire begin to lick at the edges again. He still hasn’t brought the bullet to my clit, knowing I’m too sensitive to manage the vibrations just yet, but he pushes the dildo deeper, spearing me with my toy.
When it’s fully seated and I’m gasping from the fullness, Noah starts rooting around in his bag again, carefully laying items out next to him. I hear the click of a bottle, then feel the cool drizzle of lube coating my back hole as he preps me for what’s to come. I don’t think I can take him, too; there’s no way it will all fit.
Lathering his hand with a generous amount of lubricant, he pumps his cock from base to tip. He’s impossibly hard again, jutting out from his body, the head swollen and angry looking.
I feel the pressure and he’s only just there, pressing up against me.
“Breathe, Frankie.” He inhales through his nose and out through his mouth, encouraging me to imitate him. I fill my lungs, expanding them as far as they will allow, holding it for a beat and releasing. As soon as the whoosh of breath has left me, he’s pushing forward.
“Oh fuck, I can’t,” I wail. I’m going to die.Death by dick. That will be the inscription on my gravestone.
A glint of something in Noah’s hand distracts me from the pain. His butcher knife. His dick is halfway in my ass and he’sholding a knife to me. My eyes drift up to him, pleading with him.No, don’t do this.
“Do you know what heightens the senses?” he asks, the blade coming closer to my skin. I rock my head from side to side, too terrified to speak.
“Fear. It elevates the auditory and tactile stimuli. Adrenaline floods your bloodstream. It’s the fight or flight instinct I’m sure you’ve heard of.” The knife skirts down my pulse point and in between my breasts. My chest rises and falls so rapidly, I’m afraid I’m going to pass out from hyperventilating. Noah grazes each nipple with the tip, the cool metal agonizing against my hypersensitive skin.
“Right now, every single one of your nerve endings is alive.” And he plummets so deep I feel him in my throat. “Your hearing is acute, your vision pronounced. You’re a weak little lamb seeking an escape from the big bad wolf.” He withdraws his hips then lunges forward again. It jostles the dildo inside my vagina, and he’s right—everything feels…more.
His blade sits near my throat, threatening to spill my blood as he grinds into me, and I feel everything. It’s frightening and euphoric. My life hangs in the balance. One wrong move and it’s all over, but fuck, the way his cock is moving in and out of me, the way the dildo moves with every thrust, it’s scattered my brain. My legs tremble above me as the orgasm builds.
Noah pounds harder. The tip of his blade nicks the fragile skin. I feel the warmth trickle down the column of my neck and pool in my clavicle. I’m too far gone to care.
My eyes roll in my head as everything south of my navel contracts.
“That’s it, Frankie baby, give me another. I want you so strung out on orgasms you’re twitching,” Noah growls. His face is contorted as his own orgasm hangs just out of reach.
He tosses his knife to the side and leans in until my ankles are near my ears, and drives his hips forward as he drags the monster dildo out of me, inch by agonizing inch. And I detonate, pulses of energy flow through me at lightning speed. And Noah is right there with me, groaning my name into the hollow air around us.
I sob as the last tremors of my release leave my body. Silent tears fall to the couch. He’s wrecked every part of my being, shattered my soul into tiny little fragments that I know I’ll never recover. I can never come back from this.
Chapter Eighteen
Frankie
