Page 25 of Break Me
Dax goes to grab something and comes to stand at my side, his blue eyes glinting with humor. “Are you saying that youwantme to stick my finger back in your ass and have you come like a little anal slut?”
“No. I—NO!” I don’t want that. Yet it’s all I need. I can’t think. I can’t form any sensible words. All I can do is lie there, trying not to look at him, trying not to beg him to use that most degrading opening.
Trevor’s voice pops into my mind, sudden and unbidden:Seriously, Emma. That’s just sick.
He said that when I asked him to tie me up. What would he say if he knew I was about to come with a finger in my ass—my captor’s finger.
“No, I don’t want that. It’s wrong and vile. I’m not that girl.”
Dax grabs my chin, forcing my attention back to him. “Yes, you are. You’re a horny little sub who wants me to stuff your ass and make you come while I do it.”
I want to wail in shame, but then he leans in, so close his eyes are all I see.
“And that makes you the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He presses his lips to my mouth. The kiss is brief and chaste, but when he pulls back, my world is reeling. Trevor is gone, and so is my shame. All that exists are those words and that kiss. And the pounding need between my legs.
Dipping a hand under my head, Dax gently lifts it and pulls a leather strap under my neck.The collar.
My breaths deepen at the feeling of the leather against my skin, and when he claims my attention with a demanding gaze as he buckles it tight, I get lost—lost in his dominance and lost in this floaty sensation he calls subspace.
He smooths my hair from my damp forehead and holds his hand there, stroking his thumb back and forth along my hairline as he presses the pump three times.
I gasp as the collar inflates against my neck, and I sink even deeper under his spell.
He leans down as he pumps three more times, making the balloon press deep into my windpipe. I almost can’t breathe, and my chest jerks up and down with the effort.
His breath fans my lips as he says, “I want you to say my name when you come, little sub. I want to hear it on your sweet lips.”
“Yes—” I lick my lips as I prepare to say his name for the first time. “Yes, Dax.”
“Good girl.” He presses another chaste kiss to my lips and moves to stand between my legs. Grabbing a new glove, he prepares to invade my most intimate opening again. Another cold dribble of lube sends a shiver through my body along with a bolt of anticipation.
He presses his finger inside with one slow, fluid motion.
“You’re already opening up to me,” he praises. “Do the piercings still hurt?”
“What?” I say, completely having forgotten about the pain. “No.”
“See, I told you.”
His words drown in a torrent of pleasure as he presses his thumb to my clit and starts moving his finger in and out, dragging it against my sensitive walls.
“Look at me,” he commands with an edge that instantly draws my attention to his demanding stare. “Come for me.”
His words are my undoing. My muscles spasm as I explode in an insane orgasm that has me screaming and bucking, clawing at the padding as my legs tense in the stirrups.
“Dax,” I moan, then scream as the torrent of pleasure rips through me. “Dax!” I repeat, the feeling of his name on my lips driving me higher.
My throat is raw, my entire body strung tight from the intensity as the last spasms roll through me. I’m heaving heavy breaths of air through my narrowed airways as I stare baffled at Dax, almost shocked.
But he’s not done. He pulls out his finger, applies more lube, and presses it back against my narrow opening. Only this time, it’s not his pinkie.
My eyes widen as I lift my head and shake it. “No, no, no,” I say slowly and intently. “It’s too big.”
“No?” He spits on his thumb and presses it back to my clit, circling with maddeningly slow motions that have fireworks crackling and exploding in my nerves. “It’s too much,” I cry, not knowing if it’s the thumb on my clit, the thick finger going into my ass, or the pressure on my throat that makes breathing a struggle even as it drives me deep into conditioned submission.
“It’s just right,” Dax counters, pressing on, eliciting a flurry of pain and pleasure that twine and twirl with each other, driving me straight onto the edge of another orgasm.
I pant so hard I go dizzy as he settles his finger deep inside me and pauses all motion. I feel like I’m balancing on a thin line, about to crash, and I have no idea whether the landing will be soft or hard. My brain is teetering on the edge of insanity, and something inside me feels like it’s about to snap as a wave of mind-numbing ecstasy hovers at the fringes. It rolls over me with an explosive force as Dax pulls his finger back and shoves it in just as he presses his thumb to my clit and starts rubbing again.