He doesn''t reply. Instead, he drizzles more lube onto me and


    rubs against my heat, He starts slow, pushing one finger in, the lube making wet, squelching sounds as he eases in. I moan, finally getting that itch scratched. One finger bes two, and then three, and then "Breathe, Sloane," he says. "Let me in."


    I try to rx, to do as he says, but my body is tight, my muscles clenched with both need and fright now that I realize what he intends to do.


    "You''re doing great. Just let go a little more."


    I take a deep breath, and he uses the opportunity to push in further, his five fingers


    breaking through.


    He starts to move, pushing and pushing.


    I feel myself stretching, feel myself giving way to him, and it''s intense, the pleasure, the pain, the fullness, all overwhelming, all consuming.


    "Knox," I moan, not sure if I want more or want him to stop.


    He kisses me on the cheek. "You can take it. Just open up. Let go. Feel."


    I do until it feels like an entire arm is inside me. My body mps down on him, trying to push him out, but he''s relentless, his hand moving, curling, hitting all


    the sensitive spots at once. Oh, lord, I''m going to die from pleasure.


    "I can''t... I can''t take it."


    "You can. You already are."


    I realize it''s just my imagination ying tricks on me, and his arm isn''t all the way in yet. He slides the rest in, and I feel every part of that arm. Every vein, every ridge, every inch of him, and fuck me, I don''t wan so I know, I know,


    that he''s fully inside.


    He rotates the arm inside me first, and I almost bite my tongue out from how good it feels. The hand keeps rocking


    in and out and around, pushing against the butt plug and creating an uneven rhythm with the nipple suckers vibrating against my chest. Feeling this good has to be some sort of felony.


    The orgasmes out of nowhere, taking me out of this world.


    "Oh, yes," I say, throwing my head back.


    My insides squeeze his arm, and while I''m still convulsing, he pulls out, and something else, something that isn''t him but just as huge, reces the arm. It''s a dildo, I realize, arge one, and he''s pushing it in, in Jhear Knox loosening his belt, and then he''s pulling out the butt plug, recing it with a hard, thick, and meaty organ that I soon realize is him. He''s


    pushing in from behind.


    "Woah," I manage to gasp out, in between tremors, feeling like I''m about to be split in


    two. "It won''t fit."


    "It will, Sloane. You can take me. You always do."


    He pushes in further, and I''m full, so


    fucking full. He pulls back slightly, then drives in again, each thrust slow, giving me time to adjust to the invasion. doesn''t make it hurt any less, but it''s pleasurable anytime he pulls out.


    "You''re so tight, Sloane," he groans, his voice strained with effort and desire.


    I can feel every inch of him, the thickness of his cock stretching me, filling me in a way I''ve never experienced before. It''s a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me breathless, begging for less and yet more. "Knox" I moan. "Oh, Knox."


    "know, baby."


    ef


    He pulls out almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside, and then he ms back into me. I cry out in pain, rocking against the harness. He squirts more lube on me before moving again, a steady pace at first. But I can feel his restraint, the tension in his body, and Fknow he''s holding back, trying not to hurt me.


    "I want more," I say.


    His lips capture mine at the


    same time he picks up speed, hips snapping against mine. The sound of our flesh meeting fills the room.


    I asked to be used, and I don''t think I can be any more used than right now. Knox is driving in and out of me like a wild beast, and each thrust puts pressure on the dildo in me, which makes my eyes water in bli


    The constant buzzing on my nipples


    is also driving me insane. I''m a mess of wild, wild sensations. I''m not sure where the orgasm begins. It starts as a low hum in my body, a subtle tightening in me that I can''t quite ce. My breath hitches, my body tenses, and I realize that the hum has grown louder, the tightening more insistent. It''s as if every nerve ending in my body is on alert. I can feel the orgasm rising, spreading outwards, consuming me. My muscles clench, my back arches, and I let out a low, guttural moan.


    But he doesn''t stop, doesn''t slow down, doesn''t give me a moment to recover. He keeps moving, his cock


    pounding into me.


    "Again," he says. "Cum for me again."


    And God help me, I do. I can''t exin what''s happening to me right now. My skin is slick with sweat, and he''s there, holding me, kissing me, whispering encouraging words. "I''m going to


    die," I manage to gasp out in between tremors, my body wrecked with pleasure.


    "One more, Sloane."


    I shake my head. He reaches down, his fingers finding my


    clit, rubbing, circling, and my ass leaves the harness.


    "Knox," I scream, giving in to the orgasm while milking his own release out of him.


    He groans, pulsing inside me


    and filling me up. Then he copses, his body rubbery with sweat against mine. We''re both fighting to catch our breaths. My muscles mp down on him, and he groans, quickly pulling out.


    He kisses my neck, his lips soft, as he turns the nipple vibrator off. But I''m so exhausted and numb that everything feels as though it''s happening in a dream.


    "I do love you, Sloane Mercer," he whispers into my ear.


    It makes my heart seize, and I open my mouth to reply, but I don''t get the chance. The words don''t make it out, as I''m pulled under, exhaustion taking


    over.


    Everything hurts.


    Not in a bad way-


    more like the kind of sore you feel after doing something wild and worth it. My legs ache, my arms feel stretched, and there''s a dull, warm throb between my thighs that reminds me exactly what kind of night I had.


    I''m not even on the bed properly.


    I''m sprawled across Knox''s body like


    BUT


    a human nket. My cheek is resting on his chest, one leg draped over him, and my arms tucked underneath me. His skin is warm and solid beneath mine, and can feet his slow heartbeat thumping right under my face.


    I need to stop waking up like this anytime I''m


    here. I pass out in one room and wake up in another.


    I sigh and roll off him carefully, trying not to wake him. He doesn''t move, stillpletely out, one hand resting above his head like a sleeping gud


    I stretch under the sheets, blink against the soft morning light, and—


    There''s someone else in the room.


    Sitting in the corner. Quietly.


    My whole body jolts.


    "What


    the fuck, Soraya?!" I say, scrambling to sit up, dragging the sheet over my chest even though she''s already seen what she''s seen. "Who let you in?"


    She doesn''t even blink. Just sits there like she''s been waiting for this exact moment.


    "I have a key," she says simply.