"Impressive. But I wonder if you can stay quiet for much longer?"
He walked away from me with this hands in his pockets, whistling like he was out on an afternoon stroll in the country. He left me there, bound and rapidly overheating on the cross, as I watched his perfectly formed ass walk away from me.
He turned around near the door and undid his shirt buttons one by one. When he threw his shirt behind him, I let out a quiet whimper. His body, my god, his body. I had seen it against me, seen it above me, run my hands over it and felt it pressed against me but every time I saw the strong muscles of his chest, I wanted to touch them. I wanted to run my lips down from his neck, down his abs and down further still.
Jackson undressed and soon he was naked on the other side of the room, a Greek statue carved from polished marble and brought to life. I couldn't look away from his thick cock. I wanted him inside me. He reached into his jacket that he'd left hanging over a bench and I saw a glimmer of a silver dot that he pressed into the palm of his hand.
"The question is, how close should I come?" he asked.
He put out his hand and then took a step towards me. The instant he crossed some invisible line, the egg inside me throbbed to life. I gasped as the powerful vibrations shot through me. Jackson watched me squirm for a moment before lowering his hand, taking it back over the invisible line. As soon as he did, the egg shut down, leaving me trying to catch my breath.
I watched Jackson, trying to keep my eyes on him as he stepped sideways. He moved around the various tables and benches in the room. He stepped over the invisible line and I gasped in pleasure. Then he stepped back again. A moment later he came to the bench that he'd first used those months ago to go down on me with a mouthful of hot tea. We'd used it a few times since. He looked at it as though considering how to get around it.
"The near side or the far side?" Jackson said, smirking at me. The man was the devil.
He stepped towards me and halfway around it before stopping. The egg throbbed inside me as Jackson watched. I bit my lip and then gasped as he took another step towards me. The egg stepped up another level. He was still halfway across the room and the tiny sex though was going to vibrate my brains out. Jackson took another step towards me. Up another level and I couldn't stay silent. I began to whimper. And another step. And another.
I smelt his scent and realized I had my eyes closed. I forced them open and found Jackson in front of me, watching me writhe on the cross. Our eyes met and in an instant he was against me. He pulled my legs up and slid his full length into me, the egg vibrating like crazy still. I moaned as he filled me. The egg was small but powerful and between it and Jackson inside me, I felt completely filled. Caught between two powerful forces, my hands bound, unable to move.
Jackson began to thrust in and out of me, his hands on my ass, holding my legs up. With each movement his cock pushed up inside of me, feeling impossibly large, and my clit throbbed in time. I felt the egg change pattern, now pulsing on and off quickly and this was far more intense than I could have ever imagined. Jackson nipped the my earlobe and then the side of my neck and I found myself begging and shouting yes sir over and again.
"Cum now," he commanded and I was helpless against it. I came, my body pinned between his and the cross, pinned between his cock and the egg. I came, feeling like every muscle in my body was quivering in pleasure. Jackson didn't stop though. There was no relief from this pleasure, no plateau to drift down from and then climb back up. He kept fucking me like a mad barbarian, the egg buzzing inside my ass and I came again, tears appearing at the corners of my eyes. But again, there was no respite. Jackson kept fucking me, fucking me through my orgasm, pushing me to another, never letting me come down.
At some point I heard his breathing quicken and my body respond to his. I was long past counting or even thought. He controlled me, my pussy. My body was his and I was an instrument to be played. I was a slave to be used. I was his absolutely. My pleasure peaked and I gasped again and then I felt him come inside me. He grunted, a wild animalistic sound and pounded his cock into me as he came. Finally he slowed and then stopped, his full length inside of me, our bodies joined. Thankfully, the egg slowed and stopped, too.
We stayed like this for some time, gently kissing and recovering our breath before Jackson stepped away from me, leaving me with my eyes closed, floating in bliss. He was back a moment later with a warm washcloth. He wiped it over my body before finally carefully sliding the egg out of my body. I sighed as it went, feeling my muscles throbbing, exhausted.
Jackson unbuckled my arms and despite the marathon of fucking he'd just accomplished, picked me up and carried me out. Soon we were showering, warm and content against each other and soon after that he was sliding into bed while I removed the thin chain around my neck that held the small battered gold heart. I hung it on the jewelry box and slipped into bed beside him.
He wrapped an arm around me as I nestled into his chest. In the darkness the room was lit only by the distant stars. I saw the diamonds on my wedding ring pick up the faint light as I moved my hand to hold Jackson's.
"I love you, Delilah," he said, floating somewhere near the edge of sleep.
I glanced over at the jewelry box and the faint outline of the heart that hung there. Jackson's heart. That I would carry with me and protect forever, just as he would mine.
He may have been asleep when I answered but it didn't matter. He knew I loved and trusted him and would the rest of my life.
"I love you, Jackson," I whispered and felt myself drifting away into a blissful sleep. He would be there tomorrow and I would tell him again tomorrow. And the day after that. And after that. And after that.
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The End