Dex Darling Ch. 02

She's incredibly drenched down there, her inner thighs impossibly wet. There's something else down there... an unmistakable feel of metal.

"Do you have a plug in your ass?"

She nods shakily.

"Damn Myra..."

I lean into her, our breasts squishing against each other. She's utterly, completely, bound and unable to move without my permission.

Just how I like her.

My hand still on her mouth, I rub my dick against her opening, sliding it back and forth. Despite her efforts to consume my length, I take my time to get her wetness all over dick.

"Your pussy is desperate, Myra."

She nods shakily, her eyes half-lidded. My grin grows wider.

"Bring up your sensation to fifty percent," I say.

At that her eyes go wide, and she waits. I stop rubbing my dick over her clit. She tries to say please but can't with my restraining her.

"I like it when you beg like this."

I release my hold on her mouth, and sure enough she says, "Please... Dex. Please... give me... more."

"Bring. Up. To. Fifty percent."

After a moment, she shakes a little and I know she did just what I asked.

There is a momentary sadness on her face when I inch away from her. And at once I cover her mouth with mine as I thrust all my length into her in one go. She moans and screams, but I consume it all.

I sense that she can stretch herself even more, so I shift while I'm still inside her. My dick grows in length and girth and she rolls her eyes at all the amplified sensations.

I break the kiss, rear back and thrust again with force. She screams again and despite knowing that there's absolutely no one around us, I cover her mouth with my hand. She squirms against her restraints, which is oh so satisfying to watch.

I'm neither gentle nor caring with my next action. I pinch her clit with my other hand, alternating it with rubbing circles on it. She is drooling all over my hand; and I can't resist any longer. I bring back my mouth over hers and give her a punishing kiss, biting her lower lip, sucking on her tongue. As I do so, I squeeze her bruised tit and pinch her nipple.

With every thrust, she whimpers into my mouth. Her pussy clenches nicely against my length. Her soft insides a blissful contrast against my dick.

Soon her thighs squeeze hard against my waist and I know she's close. So so close to finishing.

But she isn't off the hook yet.

I yank my dick out of her. She cries into my mouth at the lack of release she was looking for.

"Where is my fucking invitation, Myra?" I say against her lips.

"I... didn't bring.. it."

I scowl at that, but resume pounding her regardless.

Only now, I reach down behind her and yank out the plug, garnering a loud gasp from her. I begin shifting again.

With all her wetness and my precum dripping down her body, I know for a fact her other hole is primed and ready for entry.

I want to see her face, take in her reaction to what's about to happen. So I release her from my kiss and stare at her sex-drugged face.

I stop thrusting her momentarily as my new part grows. Another dick. Aimed right at her asshole.

Her eyes widen and she gulps as my second member is perfectly positioned at the entrance of her second hole. I'm not gentle with my next move. In one go, I thrust into her, entering her twice. She arches her back and lets out a guttural scream. Her legs tremble against my waist.

I don't give her a chance to settle into the new change, though, and continue to thrust into both her holes.

She moans and gasps way too loudly for where we are. But then again, the drones don't catch any movement even after her earth shattering scream. Maybe this is why she chose this spot, having come planned exactly for this.

My anger flares at the thought and I'm even harsher as I make her writhe.

She is close again, each thrust hitting her g-spot in rhythmic motions. And my hand pinching and slapping and abusing her clit.

Right when she is about to finish, I stop. Again.

She snaps at me, ready to hurl insults my way but stops herself.

Good. I smirk at her.

"My invitation, Myra. Where is it?"

"I slipped it underneath your door before coming here." All her breathlessness is gone; she's angry now. Very good. This witch deserves it all for playing with me.

"Bring up your sensation to a hundred percent."

Her face is back to pleading again. "No, please Dex. Please, let me finish like this."

"You don't deserve to, my love." I give her a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Now do it, or else I'm leaving."

She is breathing harder now. But there is no indication of her changing her sensory settings. I shift again while still inside her, only this time I begin retracting my dick that's in her asshole. And she panics. "Please, no. No. Don't take it away."

"You know what to do then."

She gulps and shuts her eyes. In mere seconds, she is all sorts of a mess. Shaking and breathing hard, pulling taught those restraints, writhing at every touch, every sensation, wanting everything and nothing at the same time. It's all too much for her. And it's all too fun for me.

"Good girl," I say as I trail kisses on her neck, biting every now and then, garnering more breathy gasps and restless squirms from Myra. "I will let you come now."

I shift. Both my dicks grow in size, stretching her even more. And she takes it all like a good little girl.

She's shaking uncontrollably.

When she's close again, I bring my mouth to her. I want her to cry into me as she finishes.

My thrusts increase in speed, keeping a rhythm still for her g-spot. She's incredibly tight against me, clenching even harder as she closes in on her edge.

One more thrust and she begins trembling as wave after wave of orgasms hit her, from both her clit and g-spot. I continue thrusting while she blissfully continues to orgasm.

And when she's done and given a new definition to being sensitive down there, I still continue thrusting, garnering more whimpers from her.

"Please... it's too much. Dex... please." She's breathing into my mouth.

"Don't. You. Dare. Take down your sensitivity." I say between each thrust.

With every thrust, I grow closer. My movements are all frantic now. My hands dig into her ass, squeezing and pushing her closer and closer into me. My breasts ache from being pressed against hers.

With one last punishing thrust where she consumes both my lengths, I finally find my release. I clench my ass as I unleash my load into her. Then we both collapse against the tree, breathing into each other's neck.

We stay in that position for a bit longer, me still inside her.

Myra's head falls back on the tree. I caress her and move stray hairs away from her face.

I then slowly release her, gently dropping her legs to the ground. When I'm out of her, I see my cum trail down her thighs.

She smiles at me as she leans against the tree, still out of breath. Her hair sticks to her face in a glorious mess. I go around the tree and unbind her wrists that are red from all the tugging.

Her napkin of a skirt is torn. She takes it nonetheless and wraps it around her ass. When her hand reaches between her legs to clean up the mess, I grab hold of her wrist. She hisses in pain and I ease my hold, bringing it up for a gentle kiss.

"Don't clean up until you're home," I say. She stares wide-eyed in shock, and I continue, "Send me proof that you didn't tamper with our art. If I don't get any pictures or if I see that you have done anything to meddle with it, there will be hell to pay the next time we meet, Myra."

"Is that a promise or a threat, Dex darling?" She's a sly thing, smiling at me with venom in her eyes.

"Whatever gets you looking forward to our next meeting." I kiss her on the lips.

Soon I dress myself and head back to my apartment where apparently an invitation awaits me. And tomorrow, I will be that much closer to what I'm looking for. Once I'm done, Atlas will have no way of knowing what hit him.