Page 73 of Breaking Vincent
I pucker my lips, asking for one more kiss and David happily accommodates.
“I’m going to wrap your hair first and then do the hook.”
It only takes a few seconds for David to fasten the rope around my hair, leaving a long strip to hang down my back.
“Because I’m using the smallest size ball, it should just feel like a plug, but if there’s any pain or uncomfortable tugging, just speak up.”
Cold fingers stoke along my crack for a moment, before pushing inside. His touch is soft and delicate as he rubs against my prostate. Even though it’s not been long since my first orgasm, my cock is hard again and throbbing against my stomach.
As much as I want to wiggle my hips and chase the pleasure, I force myself to relax. Trusting David to keep me safe.
When he pulls his fingers out, he says, “This is going to be cold.”
I shiver when I feel the icy metal press against my rim. David presses inside with the precise speed of a snail. “Jesus Christ, why are you going so slow? Just shove it in!” I squeal when he flicks his wrist with a sharp tug, causing my rim to stretch.
“We spoke about this, don’t try to rush me. I’ll go as fast or slow as I God damn please.”
I should have just kept my mouth shut because he shoves the ball all the way in and slowly pulls it back out, leaving me clenching around the air.
“Hmm, would you look at that? Your hungry hole is gaping a little bit.”
The man has seen every part of me, the good and the bad, but something about him being able to see my insides makes me feel embarrassed.
David must have felt me tense up, because he immediately stops what he’s doing. “What’s wrong?”
“It feels weird when you can look inside.”
“Weird how?”I crane my neck as much as possible in this position, to look at him. His eyes are slightly squinted as he stares back at me. “Weird bad?”
“No, not bad.” I lick my dry lips. “It feels dirty and kind of wrong.”
“If you enjoy it, then it’s not wrong. Do you want to know what I think?”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond before he starts to speak again. “I think it’s fucking hot. Nobody else has had the pleasure of experiencing this, to see how wet and warm the inside of you is. I see everything, Vincent. I see the headstrong brat on the outside, and I see the vulnerable man on the inside.”
“Carry on, please.”
David continues to slowly insert the ball. There is no pain or resistance as I allow myself to submit.
When David has had enough, he leaves the ball firmly in place and I can actually touch the metal with my fingertips. He walks around the table so he’s standing next to my head. He watches me as he stretches his hand out and presses the metal hook down on my back. I grunt as my hips rock back. It feels strange that he’s able to stimulate my prostate from a simple push.
“I’m going to attach it to your hair now.”
My head slowly reels back as the strands pull at my scalp, not so much to cause pain. More like a soft stroke.
“Try moving your head, feel what it’s like to control the movement yourself.”
Doing as he says, I move my head from side to side and forwards and back. Hissing when my head tips forward. I push my hips up when I dip my chin to my chest. “Oh, that’s nice.”
David strokes my ass cheeks as he watches me. I can’t even feel embarrassed that I look like a worm trying to find the most pleasurable movement, because it feels really fucking good.
“Look at me, Tesoro.”
When I look up at him, he has his phone in his hand, “Smile for me.”
I smile through gritted teeth as the camera clicks.
This goes on for a while, David walking around the table taking multiple photos as I cry out.