The Ultimate Erotica Collection: 3 Books in 1 - Destined to Play, The Silver Chain, Run to You. Primula Bond
‘Oh, sweetheart, believe me I know, no pun intended I’m sure. And to think, the night has only just begun.’
I look at myself in the mirror and am surprised to see flushed cheeks and a post-orgasm glow on my face instead of the ashen pale face I was expecting due to the invasive plug.
‘I can assure you, you look more fantastic now than when we came in here and I have no doubt will continue to improve as we progress into the night.’ I look at him with an eyebrow raised, seeking further explanation.
‘I fully intend to remove the butt plug the same way it was inserted, but your orgasms will be far more dramatic outside the confines of a unisex toilet, I can promise you.’
His words send my cheeks into an even deeper blush and my vulva into warm spasms that ricochet against the butt plug. As I take a careful step toward the door, I notice the invader’s bite has been subdued and is now replaced by a strange tantalising, sexual pull. It surprises me.
‘Every time you feel it within you, think of me touching you and what is to come. In the meantime, let’s have a few drinks to loosen you up so you don’t look like you’ve got something stuck up your arse!’
He gives me a light slap on my backside and I tense causing the invader to assert its position inside me and then my nipples instantly harden at the sensation. Damn! Jeremy notices immediately.
‘God, I love your body, AB. It’s as if it talks directly to me.’
I congratulate myself for having eased back into conversation with my lab partners, Josh and Sally, reasonably successfully for the past half an hour, trying to ignore Jeremy’s winks and grins from the group beside us. I am resigned to the fact that the invader will be there until Jeremy removes it, mostly because I don’t want to touch it. And it doesn’t feel too bad, actually, not too bad at all, but I’ll never admit that to him. We are in the midst of a very animated discussion when suddenly the fucking plug starts to vibrate deep within me, causing me to jerk and throw my drink in the air. It lands all over poor Josh. The feeling is absolutely like nothing I have felt before and is intense. I try to apologise to Josh, but all I can do is hold on to the bar table, resting my head in my hands as I break into a sweat and start panting. Fucking Jeremy better turn this fucking vibrating monster off! The sensation is so strong I can’t even lift my head to throw him a death stare.
‘Alex … Jeez … what’s wrong? Are you alright? Here, come and sit down …’
Sit down? God no. But how can I explain that to your nearest and dearest friends?
Thankfully, he stops it.
‘Really … I’m okay … I’ll be fine,’ I pant out intermittently.
Jeremy strides coolly over to my side, putting on a great show of looking concerned for my welfare.
‘Alex, you don’t look well. Perhaps I should take you home?’
‘Yes, perhaps that is a good idea.’ I glare at him furiously for what he just did to me, but for once, I completely agree with him. Another stint like that in public would completely send me over the edge and I’m horrified to find myself in desperate need of his promised orgasm. ‘Let’s go. Now!’ He senses the urgency in my voice and efficiently gathers our belongings. We quickly say our goodbyes and promptly depart.
At home, he carefully, considerately, tenderly and lovingly deflowers my arsehole. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. In fact, the more I relax, the more open I am, and that gives Jeremy room to move within me. It feels tighter, strangely more intimate than vaginal sex, as though he is claiming me, owning me completely. The sensations are totally different, more focused on my lower back and my thighs, while my clit and front passage are being teased and caressed to throbbing intensity by Jeremy’s expert fingers. What more can I say? Except that something I feared so much needn’t have caused me any anxiety whatsoever. Jeremy assures me such success can be attributed to the appropriate preparation and planning. As we lie naked in bed together, we are in awe of our bodies and the experience we have just shared together. Absolutely mind blowing. Maybe I shouldn’t have fought him for so long on this issue … Oh well, either way, it was worth the wait.
‘Guess what? I have decided what I’m doing my honours thesis on,’ I state proudly as we caress each other with languid strokes.
‘Finally! Do share.’
‘I’m basing it on the writings of Sabina Spielrein, specifically examining the connection between masochism and the ego in relation to the female form.’
‘Wow, AB. Pretty heavy topics. Has it been approved?’
‘Yes, just this morning. I’m really excited.’
‘Any reason you decided on that in particular?’
Jeremy looks directly into my eyes, eagerly anticipating my answer.
Suddenly embarrassed by the look in his eyes and the tone of his question, I attempt to dismiss him by rolling on to my stomach and burying my head in the pillow.
‘Alexa? You’re not trying to hide from me, are you?’ He gently tries to pry me back over. ‘Oh Alex, there is absolutely no way I am going to let you get away with this.’
Shit, what have I started here? Why on earth didn’t I just answer him academically like I did with Professor Webster this morning?
He finally flips my body so I’m face up. He straddles my belly and starts to tickle me mercilessly and I, of course, shriek in response. ‘No, stop, please, I hate it,’ I gasp out between attacks.
‘No way, not until you promise to share.’ I’m trapped beneath him as his tortuous fingers continue their assault.
‘Okay, okay, I can’t stand it, please stop.’
He waits patiently for me to compose my breathing, anchoring my hands either side of my head so he has full view of my face. I decide to make it as fast and brief as possible.
‘I’ve always had this fantasy of being completely restrained and blind and flogged and pleasured and I want to understand the root cause because I’m deeply embarrassed by it. There, end of discussion.’
He looks quizzically at me, a smirk on his face but his eyes wide. I silently beg him to leave it be.
‘Interesting.’ He stares at me thoughtfully, the silence expanding between us.
‘Did you enjoy tonight, Alex?’
‘Yes.’
‘A lot?’
‘Very much.’
‘Did you expect to?’
‘No, not really.’
‘I am more than happy to be directly involved in researching any part of your thesis.’
‘Thank you. I’ll bear that in mind.’
‘Thank you for sharing.’
And I can’t believe I’m off the hook.
‘Anyway, I’m thrilled that you are finally on your path of self-discovery. It means my plan is working exactly as I anticipated.’
‘Oh dear, there is nothing more ominous than you with a plan, Jeremy.’