And just as I am about to beg for him to finish me, he’s expanding his fingers, stretching me further.
“I’m so sorry, Sunday, but I need to make you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”
This time I can’t contain the loud whimper of distress, but I don’t tell him to stop. If Darius is doing this, I trust him. I know he isn’t trying to hurt me.
“Just like that, there you go, you’re doing so well.” His teeth scrape my clit, but his fingers are still, unmoving.
Wriggling against his hold, they shift a bit inside and I hiss.
“Just let me stretch you, you’re nearly there.”
Nearly there?
For the first time since this started, I come to the realization—while I have felt it, I have neverseenDarius’s cock.
Before the thought can cause my concern to surge, he presses the harsh metal of his piercing to my clit and hums, vibrating the piercing in an addictive manner. Squirming, I attempt to contain myself, but breathy pants leave me as shockwaves strike out across my nerves.
Just as I am about to crash and fall and spill over, Darius stills.
My eyes flash open.
It is a mistake.
Far above I can see through the glass of the room I was in before. I can make out figures of those watching us.
A desperate screech worms its way out of my throat. But then Darius is moving up the bed, making his way on top of me, protecting me, covering me.
Blocking out my vision of the evils that lie outside of our little bubble.
“Focus on me, Wildflower. Just me,” he murmurs, his expression is soft, loving, but there is a fierce possessiveness in the clenching of his jaw.
His lips are centimeters above mine and my attention snaps to them before finding his eyes again.
He smiles, but only for a single instant, and then he is pushing forward.
So caught up in the outside distractions, I did not realize that he had shed his boxers until this moment.
Until his cock presses into me, perfectly aligned.
Until it stretches past the point of comfort.
“Darius,” I gasp. I want to tell him to stop.
It hurts.I can’t do this.
Even without seeing it, I can tell it’s going to be too much, that even though he stretched me,prepared me,I’m not nearly ready.
Darius, sensing my anxiety and discomfort, withdraws entirely. Readjusting to his knees he reaches above us, grabbing hold of an item on the table next to us.
“This will help.” He flashes me the bottle of lube before unsealing, opening it, and squeezing some into his empty hand.
I follow his movements in a trance. Leaning up a bit, I watch as he lathers the lube up and down along the length of his cock.
And I take it in. The cock which is threatening to split me in two. While it is nearly the same length as Axel’s, it is much girthier.
Boos chime through the darkness around us and I jolt, my attention flashing around the room.
“Eyes on me,” Darius growls. “Stay with me Sunday.”
