Domination's Delight: Pegging Passion (L/A)

The rain hammered against the windows of our bedroom, a relentless rhythm accompanying the pounding in my chest. Ben was on his hands and knees, his body taut beneath the thin cotton of his pajama top. The strategically placed lubricant glistened in the dim light, a perverse invitation that sent shivers down my spine. I’d spent the better part of the afternoon obsessively researching strap-ons, finally settling on the Nasstoys Real Flesh 6-inch dildo, its unsettlingly realistic appearance a constant, nagging worry. Now, holding it in my hand, its smooth, cool surface felt both thrilling and slightly repulsive. The harness, a basic black nylon affair, fit snugly, creating a strange sense of vulnerability and control.

Ben shifted slightly, his breath hot on my neck as he looked up at me, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension in his eyes. “Ready for this, doll?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. I swallowed hard, forcing a smile, and nodded, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. “Let’s do it,” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the storm.

The initial penetration was surprisingly gentle, a slow, exploratory movement that felt almost clinical. But as I increased the pressure, a wave of heat began to build within me, spreading through my body like wildfire. Ben groaned softly, arching his back slightly as I dug deeper, the strap-on providing a powerful, focused thrust. The prostate stimulation was intense, a burning pleasure that made me gasp.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my grip tightening on the harness. “This is incredible.” Ben responded with a low, guttural sound, his body convulsing with pleasure. I continued pushing, pushing, pushing, feeling my own arousal escalating with each inch. The world narrowed, focusing solely on the sensation coursing through my body, the rhythmic movements of the strap-on, and Ben's increasingly desperate pleas.

As I reached a point of near-total submission, Ben shifted his position, bringing his knee closer to my face. His hand instinctively reached for my hair, pulling it gently between his fingers. “You’re amazing, Gina,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Absolutely amazing.” The feeling of his touch, combined with the intense stimulation, sent a jolt of electricity through my nerves.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp, searing pain, a burning sensation that made me cry out. Ben instantly slowed down, his body tensing in response to my distress. “What is it? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “It’s too much,” I managed to gasp, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “I can’t handle it.”

Ben immediately adjusted the harness, loosening the straps and reducing the pressure. The pain subsided, replaced by a wave of relief and embarrassment. "Sorry, baby," he said, his voice contrite. "I didn't realize you were so sensitive." I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. “Just a little too intense,” I mumbled, trying to regain my composure.

He gently lifted my head, brushing away the tears from my cheeks. "Let's take a break," he suggested, his voice soothing. "We can always come back to it later." I readily agreed, sinking back into the bed and pulling the covers over my head.

After a few minutes of quiet recovery, I felt my desire returning, stronger than before. Ben, sensing my renewed interest, retrieved the bottle of coconut oil and the douche from the bathroom cabinet. He carefully applied the lubricant to my asshole, then inserted the douche, gently massaging my muscles as he worked. The combination of stimulation and cleanliness was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

As he continued his ministrations, I closed my eyes, surrendering completely to the experience. The rhythmic movements of the douche, combined with the intense pleasure of the strap-on, built to a crescendo, culminating in a series of involuntary spasms.

Then, as if on cue, Ben removed the strap-on and the douche, leaving me weak and trembling in his arms. He pulled me close, whispering in my ear, "Did you enjoy that, baby?" I nodded, unable to speak, my body still buzzing with pleasure.

He kissed me deeply, savoring the moment, before finally breaking away to retrieve the small, pink, hard cock from the corner of the bed. He held it up for me to admire, then proceeded to pleasure himself in my presence.

As he reached the point of climax, he thrust his cock deep inside my mouth, sucking rhythmically on my clit. The intense pleasure was almost unbearable, but I held on tight, determined to experience every inch of it. The combination of oral sex and the lingering effects of the strap-on created a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

When he finally released his grip, I collapsed against him, exhausted and exhilarated. We lay there for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company, lost in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. The rain continued to fall outside, a constant reminder of the storm raging both inside and outside our bedroom walls. But as I lay there, nestled against Ben, wrapped in the warmth of his body and the memory of our incredible experience, I knew that we had found something truly special, something that would bind us together forever.

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