I sobbed an inarticulate plea against Dan’s driving length. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg while he used my mouth. And I wanted to beg. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, Please Sir, may I come? Please Sir, please, please!
I’d never been so desperate to shriek a word as badly as I wanted to shriek that humble little please.
Tristan jackhammered against me with brute lust, and I thought I might die from the need to climax. Ecstasy clawed at me to be realized, impatient to be born. My control slipped; I was in danger of disobeying my Master’s order.
His hand slipped over my mound, fingers closing over the sides of my clit. “Come now Brandilynn!” he shouted, and pinched the erect nubbin hard.
Elation blew apart my body. Blinding lightning ripped the world apart, and I disappeared in the cataclysm. I lost myself in that shattering explosion.
When I returned to the library, I found Dan sitting on the table top next to me, looking down on me in amazement as he fondled my breasts. Tristan kneeled between my legs, his eyes half-closed and a satisfied smile warming his handsome face.
“Very nice, little girl,” he said, his voice full of praise. I thrilled to hear his approval.
Then a thought occurred to me. “Did you — I mean, since you’re a ghost, Sir, can you?”
Tristan chuckled. “Don’t ask me to explain, because no one to my knowledge has figured out the exact whys and wherefores. But yes, I reach climax and if I’d come in your mouth, you would have tasted my juices.”
I remembered the taste of that one sweet drop Dan had given me. “It’s like we’re still alive, but on a different plane or dimension.”
And what a dimension. I’d never completely lost myself in an orgasm before. And I was so ready for more. My nether regions throbbed anew as Tristan pulled free of me.
“On your feet, baby. Bent over the table,” Dan said, rising.
The rightness of serving him slipped over me, comforting and secure. I remained shaky from the mind-blowing climax, but I immediately assumed the position he wanted.
“Hands behind your back.”
I criss-crossed my wrists at the small of my back and shivered in delight as big, calloused hand closed over them, holding me helpless. Dan nudged my legs far apart with his, opening me. With his other hand, he positioned his cock at my entrance.
He slowly impaled me, making me feel every luscious inch of him as he pressed inside. I shuddered when the hand not holding my wrists closed on the back of my neck, pinning me down. I keened a high note as he slid further into me, my flesh yielding eagerly to him.
“Does it feel good to have my cock in you, baby?”
“Yes Sir,” I gasped. My body already revved up for another orgasm, my sheath slowly flexing in uncontrollable spasms.
He groaned. “I’m not going to last long. She’s too damned hot.”
Tristan chuckled from elsewhere in the room. “I’m really glad you found her, Dan. She’ll help pass the time, won’t she?”
Dan’s only answer was a gasp as my passage flexed around him again. Oh yeah, I neared the brink again.
He filled me completely, bumping up against my cervix to make me hiss with sensation. Dan wasn’t the only one who wouldn’t last long. If he expected me to wait for permission, he would be very disappointed.
“Hard and fast, Brandilynn,” he said. “That’s how I like it, so get ready.”
“Please, Sir,” I begged.
With that, he pounded me with all his strength. By the second stroke I was up and over, screaming in abandoned delight as he jerked me back and forth to meet his strength. And again, the blinding pulses stealing my mind, taking me out of the realm of sight and sound to only feel the excruciating explosions. As soon as it passed, another arrived to
take me even higher. I rode that crest until yet one more blasted through, the carnage leaving my throat raw with screams I never heard.
I found myself sobbing when I came back, my face pressed against the cool surface of the wood beneath me. Dan’s weight laid over me, heavy, his cock twitching inside as the last of his pleasure bathed my womb. He groaned my name.
I don’t know how long we lay like that, trying to recover.
At last Dan pushed himself up and carefully disengaged from my clinging sheath. I slowly rose, expecting to be sore from the punishing use. But no, I felt just fine and dandy. And glowy all over. The sex had been amazing.
Tristan sat on the leather couch, fully clothed again. When I turned to Dan, he too was back in his button-down shirt and tan pants, looking like a businessman getting ready for his lunch break.
Remembering how I’d shed my clothes, I thought of myself wearing my prettiest sky-blue sundress with the ruffles and yellow daffodils on the trim. Just like that, I felt the soft silk draped over my body. Neat.