Page 71 of Balthazar's Fire

She’d never known any of them to use toys in their lovemaking, let alone own one, suspecting her ex-lovers had seen the vibrating devices as competition. Balthazar, on the other hand, wielded one like a professional, employing it to tip her over the precipice on multiple occasions.

Fighting to catch her breath after the third orgasm, her gaze flitted open to find his handsome face hovering over her.

“How was that, pet?”

Balthazar’s arched eyebrow suggested that he already knew the answer. How could he not? Her pussy was drenched with need, her nipples long and stiff where he’d goaded them with his mouth. Cherie was desperate for him.

“Amazing, sir,” she panted, pulling futilely against the weight of his palm at her rope. She couldn’t move under its force, but rather than terrify or frustrate her, the knowledge only exhilarated. She longed for him to hold her down and make her yield. Cherie was Balthazar’s prisoner, and she’d never wanted anything more. “Thank you.”

“You are gorgeous,” he praised, angling the head of the vibrator over her clit and ripping a fresh jolt of pleasure from her.

“Oh!” she yelled, groaning as her body stiffened.

“And so wet,” he exulted.

“Yes,” she concurred, spreading her legs wider as his fingers skimmed her pussy. Her panties had been lost two orgasms ago.

“Perfect,” he cooed, brushing over her lips to her anus.

“I want you, sir.” She hadn’t intended to call out, but the intensity of her desire demanded she did so.

“Where?” His gaze landed on her as his digit circled her rosette.

Anywhere. The answer burst into her head. Everywhere!

But Cherie knew what they were there for, and despite her initial reticence, she craved the deed.

“In my ass, sir.”

Holding her gaze, he slipped his fingertip inside. It went with ease, well-lubricated from her copious climaxes, but somehow, she couldn’t resist bucking against it.

“Oh!” she whimpered.

“I know,” he snarled, adding a second finger before easing them both out. Leaning over her, Balthazar pumped his digits in and out of her, stretching her virgin hole. “You’re magnificent.”

“B-Balthazar?” She yearned to cede and discover this new pleasure for herself, but his fingers alone felt enormous inside of her. How was she going to cope with his cock?

“Cherie.” His voice floated over her as his digits picked up their pace. “It’s okay.”

That’s easy for you to say.

Her mouth widened as she gasped at the intimate sensation, preventing her protest from reaching her lips. But as his rhythm slowed, she realized she didn’t want to. He wanted this, but so did she.

‘I know.’ His words rebounded in her head, reminding her that for some curious reason they were able to commune without words. ‘But, I want you to be okay.’

“I am okay,” she told him, staring into his alluring eyes.

“Yes, you are,” he agreed, easing his fingers from her ass and rising onto his knees beside her. Switching off the whirring device by her leg, Balthazar discarded it onto the floor behind him before unfastening his zipper. “You’re ready for me.”

She gasped as he tugged down his pants, releasing his eager cock, certain that she’d never seen any man so hard before.

“Legs in the air, beautiful,” he ordered, catching her left calf as she complied and holding it in place as he took his position. His cock grazed her sex on its way to its destination, but as it brushed over her anus, Cherie tensed.

“Sir?” she panted, searching his face for reassurance.

“What did I tell you?” His voice was calm as his gaze met hers.

“That you’d be gentle.” She recalled the promise implicitly.