Used by My Dominant Boss Pt 2

Chapter 2

I lay down sprawled across my rumpled sheets, my bare skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

The black lace panties I had been wearing moments ago are now around one ankle.

My fingers tremble as they hover over the sleek vibrator resting against my thigh, the cool metal still humming faintly from when I'd tested it earlier.

Adrian Blackwell, his name is written into the surface in a sharp, elegant font, a permanent reminder of who owns my me and my pleasure.

My breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps, my chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale. His voice still lingers in my ears, deep and warm, wrapping around me like a collar.

“Pick the gift I gave you. Let’s try something,” he says on the call, but I don’t answer; I only nod. The command was simple, sending a jolt straight to my clit, making my pussy clench, aching to be filled.

I bite my lower lip hard enough to taste blood, my thighs press together in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing between them. It doesn’t help. Nothing will.

I exhale shakily, my fingers finally curling around the vibrator’s handle. The metal is smooth, almost too smooth, and the weight of it feels weird in my palm.

I've never used anything like this before, never needed to. But Adrian doesn’t just want me to use it. He wants me to submit to it. To him. The thought makes me whimper, and my hips lift off the bed in a silent plea.

I trace the engraving with my thumb, the letters sharp against my skin, and I imagine his hands on me instead, his fingers digging into my hips, his mouth hot against my ear, whispering filthy promises.

A shudder runs through me as I turn the vibrator on. The low, insistent buzz fills the room, vibrating through my bones, my nerves, my need.

“That’s right, pet,” he says low and husky.

I swallow thickly, my free hand drifting down my stomach, over the dip of my navel, before hesitating just above my bare, swollen pussy.

My lips are slick with arousal, my clit already throbbing, desperate for contact. But I don’t touch myself. Not yet. Adrian hasn’t given me permission.

“Do you trust me, Leila?”

His voice echoes on the call, a dark caress that makes my nipples tighten into aching peaks. I nod again, even though he can’t see me; my throat feels too tight to speak. Then I force the words out, my voice a breathy, needy whisper. “Yes, Sir.”

The admission sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs. I spread my legs wider, the cool air kissing my wet folds, making me gasp.

The vibrator hums in my grip, the vibrations travelling up my arm, teasing and taunting me. I guide it lower, my breath hitching as the smooth tip brushes against my inner thigh.

My body trembles, my muscles coiled tight with anticipation. I’d never been this exposed, this vulnerable, not even to myself.

Then the tip presses against my entrance.

My back arches off the bed, a broken sound tearing from my throat.

I’m so wet, so ready, but my body resists at first, my tight, virgin hole clenching around the intrusion.

A sharp sting flares as my cunt stretches, the pressure bordering on pain, but it’s the good kind. The kind that makes me whimper, my hips rocking instinctively, trying to take more.

“Don’t stop, pet. I want to hear you.”

I obey, pushing the vibrator deeper with a shuddering moan. The stretch burns, but the pleasure is worse. My free hand flies to my breast, my fingers pinching my nipple hard, twisting.

“Fuck… ” The word spills out before I can stop it, my voice high and needy. My pussy flutters around the toy, and my walls grip it tightly, as if trying to pull it in further.

I start to move my hips, rolling in slow, experimental circles. The vibrations buzz against my inner walls, and each pulse sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through me.

My clit throbs, neglected and aching, but I don't dare touch it. Not unless he tells me to. The thought makes me whine, my thighs trembling as I grind down onto the vibrator, taking it deeper. “Sir—” My voice cracks. “It’s… It’s too much.”

“Good girl. Now ride it. Let me hear you beg.”

His praise sends a jolt straight to my core, making my pussy clench so hard around the toy that my vision whites out for a second.

I obey, my movements growing more desperate, my breath coming in sharp, needy pants.

The sound of my wetness fills the room, and filthy and dirty, I hear the slick slide of the vibrator in and out of my tight hole, driving me closer to the edge. My fingers dig into my breast, my nails leaving marks in my skin as I pinch my nipple again, harder this time.

“Tell me how it feels, pet.”

I can almost hear the smirk in his voice, the dark satisfaction. It makes me bold.

“It’s, fuck, it’s stretching me,” I gasp, my voice thick with need. “I can feel it… everywhere. My pussy’s so tight, Sir. So full.” I moan, my back arching as I grind down harder, the vibrator hitting a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. “Please”

“Not yet.”

“Add your fingers, Leila. Stretch that pretty little cunt for me.”

My breath hitches, my free hand flying to my pussy without hesitation. I press two fingers against my entrance, right alongside the vibrator, and push.

The stretch is intense, my walls grip my fingers and her pussy flutters around the dual intrusion.

“Oh god…” I’m panting now, “It’s too much, Sir. I’m gonna…”

“You’ll cum when I tell you to.” I whimper as my fingers curl inside me, stretching me further. “Fuck, Leila. I know you’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”

My orgasm is so close I can feel it in my bones. “Sir, please…I can’t…”

“Beg, pet. Beg me to let you cum.”

“Please!” My voice is a desperate, trembling cry, as my fingers are buried knuckle-deep inside me alongside the buzzing toy. “Please, Sir, let me cum!”

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my vision blurring as I ride the edge, my pussy throbbing, my clit aching. “I’ll be good, I promise…just let me…”

“Cum, Leila. Cum for me. Now.”

My orgasm crashes over me, making my back bow off the bed as I scream tears from my throat. “ADRIAN—!”

My pussy clenches violently around the vibrator and my fingers, my walls milking them both as pleasure explodes through me.

My vision blacks out at, my body convulsing as wave after wave of my organs wrecks me.

I'm sobbing, my thighs are slick with my release, my juices dripping down my ass, soaking the sheets beneath me.

The vibrator slips from my grip, falling onto the mattress with a dull thud. My fingers are still buried inside me as my pussy twitches around them.

“Next time, it won’t be a toy, Leila. It’ll be me. And you’ll beg for every inch.”

My pussy clenches at the promise, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between my thighs. “Yes, Sir,” I breathe. “I’ll beg. I’ll do anything.”

My phone buzzes again. A new message from Adrian.

“Tomorrow, pet. Be ready.”