Chapter 4

Cameron slid open his desk drawer and drew something out. He handed it across the desk before Sonya got a good look at it. He set it on its base so it stuck up toward the ceiling, shiny and pliant and bright purple.

She stared at the thing. She’d heard about them, but never seen one in real life. It looked like an enormous purple dick, real in every respect except the simple fact that it wasn’t attached to any living body. What was she supposed to do with that?

“Take it. I think you’ll find it does the job.”

She picked it up and twirled it in her hand. It lay cold and dead and rubbery in her hand, not like a real flesh-and-blood cock at all.

“Stick it inside your pussy.”

She turned it to point toward her, but that made no sense at all.

“Stick it in your pussy, Sonya. I want to see your sweet juice covering its head.”

That convinced her. She could follow any guidance when he told her what to do. She lowered it between her legs. It sizzled against her fingers and seemed to leap to life when it came near her. She inched it closer to her slit, and a shiver of excitement went through her guts.

She touched the lifeless rubber to her burning leaves. Her clit spasmed at the touch. Her body could imagine a real man attached to that thing, that tool moving in on her to split her wide open.

She circled her opening with the thing’s rounded head. She coated it with her nectar. It didn’t feel lifeless and alien now. It wanted her, the same way a real man would want her. It could bring her to her climax as well as any man.

She had a man, though, didn’t she? Cameron was here, right over there across the desk. He gave her this gift—not that rubbery thing, but this moment. He gave her the pleasure as certainly as if he took her himself.

She dug the thing deeper into her gash, and the thick flesh around her opening welcomed it in. She angled it around in a circle to nudge every available spot. Her mouth fell open in a ragged groan of deepest desire.

“That’s the way. Nice and easy. Work that thing into your cunt, baby. Does that feel good? Does that make you want to cum, little girl?”

She lost all awareness of the man across the room. She spoke to herself, to the tool in her hand. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. That’s so good. It’s so big and thick and hard. God, I want your cock. I want it so bad. Oh, God, I want to fuck. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard.”

When did she learn to beg like that? When had she ever wanted anyone or anything to fuck her like she wanted it now?

Never. That’s when. She never said a word during sex before, but now her own words sparked her raging climax to rise from the bottom of her being. Her enormous primal power burst out of her with mind-boggling intensity. She sank that tool to its hilt into her cunt as far as it would go and rode it down hard. She bucked her hips and rubbed her clit with her fingers. Her mouth gaped open in loud, lusty screams of orgasmic fulfillment until the jiz gushed from her font.

She tossed her head from side to side against the chair and let her screams come hard and fast. She surfed one wave of exploding release after another. No sooner did she soar down one long sloping wave than another lifted her up to the crashing peaks of ecstasy again.

She fell apart and came back together again on that inhospitable tool. She sat down on it to her body’s natural limit. It touched every place along her channel with its ridged surface to give her whole body the inner massage it needed with such desperate fury.

Fireworks of glorious color burst before her eyes and extended their tendrils out to her fingertips and toes. Her whole body glowed with vibrant life. Was she alive, or had she erupted into some supernova of carnal satisfaction? She didn’t know. It didn’t matter anymore.

When the last wave lowered her down to Earth once again and she lay shattered and limp on her chair, she lacked the strength to remove the purple shaft from her folds. She left it where it was and let her life drift away from her.

What would her life become after this? She could never be the same. She could never be satisfied with anything short of this. If she never touched another man again, she could get this by herself. Some several dozen shops downtown sold these sex toys. She could get one there or online and never depend on a man for satisfaction again.

Before she could pull herself together, she heard Cameron’s voice murmuring to her from close by. “That’s right. That’s so good. You are so hot, baby. I knew you could do it.”

Something prodded her between the legs. She kept her eyes closed and her head turned away so she didn’t have to see what was happening. Whatever happened, the change in her would be permanent.

Something soft touched her sensitive folds. Before she could fully understand what was happening, luscious warm wetness filled her soul to the brim. His hair touched her thighs, and his hands closed around her ass where her syrup stuck her to the chair. He pulled her against his mouth, and his tongue titillated her to overwhelming arousal all over again.

She arched her back to reach him, but he held her in place with hands and mouth. He munched her bleeding gash with masterful strokes until she whimpered and whined. Her hands found their own way to his hair to guide his movements against her cunt, but he knew what he was doing.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Every undulation of her hips to catch his rhythm drove that purple cock deeper into her engorged box, and she took it for all she was worth. She loved it. She drank it to the dregs. It fulfilled her beyond anything she could imagine.

He lapped her nub stronger and harder, but since she just experienced the most profound orgasm of her life, she didn’t rise to the same heights the second time. She kicked and thrashed against his treatment, but she didn’t come close to exploding in spurting cum again.

He slid his hand up to her breast and pinched her nipple hard. He rolled the crinkled flesh between his thumb and finger, and bolts of lightning shot down her middle to the foaming nest between her legs, but nothing would take her beyond the tension to full release.

After an eternity eating her out, he settled down and gave up. He kept eating, but he didn’t maul her up and down the way he did before. His rhythm slowed, and she prepared herself to settle down. She had a good time, but it was bound to end sooner or later.

He brought his hands back down to cradle her ass. He lifted her hips to his mouth and swam in acres of her sauce. She followed his movements with her hands. She stroked him and caressed him in her post-coital glow.

She opened her eyes and gazed down at him, there between her legs, and found him staring up at her. What did he see? Did he see her unchained heart broken loose from its cage? Something wild haunted his eyes.

All of a sudden, he shifted one hand away from her buttocks. She couldn’t see what he was doing. Was he playing with himself down there? Before she could wonder, he swizzled his finger through her dripping curtains, from her clit, down her slit, and drove it into the back door lying tight and dark below. Her steaming concoction lubricated its passage into her depths.

Sonya was so surprised she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t comprehend what happened. She froze in terrified astonishment, but he only devoured her clit with fresh gusto. In an instant, the combination of his lips on her clitoris, the purple tool buried in her cunt, and his finger exploring her brown hole took her over the edge into great blasts of rising tempests.

It started as terrible gasps racking her body from top to bottom. She couldn’t get enough air. She clawed his head and clenched her fists in his hair. She forced herself on him, on his face, on his hand, on the toy he put inside her.

She rocked against the chair and pushed his finger deeper into her ass. She crushed the toy into her pussy, and its fake purple balls put even more pressure on its rigid shaft and Cameron’s hand. She ground her clitoris against his face.

The waves crashed over her. Her ass ached, but she couldn’t stop it responding to his penetrations. Her panting gasps escalated to howls and last to screams. She couldn’t stand this. She would fly into pieces and die.

Nothing could prepare her for this. No man could take her to this place of cosmic completion. What had she been doing with her life all these years? What had she been doing with Liam and other tame characters she met on OKCupid and every other stupid internet dating site under the sun?

All that lay behind her. The endless desert of her past life ran away into the past, never to bother her again. She hated what she had been and would never be again. She would blossom into something new, something whole and alive. She would be someone deserving of Cameron’s affection.

No wonder he didn’t do anything with her when she first walked into his office. A man as astute as he was could see plain as day she was barren and repressed and dead. She blessed him in her heart for saving her from herself.

Cameron rose between her legs, and his face smoldered in cruel carnal power. His mouth twisted in a vicious grimace, even as her nectar spattered his cheeks and dampened his eyebrows and chin. He pushed his way between her legs so her knees surrounded his hips on either side.

That’s the first look she got at the giant between his legs. His pants bunched around his thighs, and his enormous, rock-hard manhood stuck straight out to assail her. She shuddered to her soul. How could she take that thing, even with the purple dagger preparing her for it? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

He growled low. “You like that, don’t you? You like it in the ass? I’ll give you what you want.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but he reacted faster than she could think. He snatched her bodily off the chair and flipped her over on her chest. He shoved her down on the seat and jammed his hips against her ass from behind.

She glanced back over her shoulder at him and immediately regretted it. He snarled down at her with that raging black countenance. His lips curled back from his teeth, and he clenched his jaws. “I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you what cumming really feels like.”

He gave her one quick touch between her legs. His fingers registered the toy in its place, but he didn’t withdraw it the way she expected him to. He just checked its position before he buried his spike in her crevice.

She threw her hand out behind her to push him away. She couldn’t, not in the ass. He would kill her. He would rend her limb from limb. She pleaded with him with her eyes, but he locked his indomitable glare on her and plowed in hard.

“That’s right, baby. You know you want it. You know you want to cum all over my cock. You know you want to scream for it. You said you wanted it. Here it is. Bend over. That’s my girl. Let me see your sweet ass. Oh, yeah, that’s what I like. Come on, baby. Take it hard.”

She pushed him back, but he wouldn’t be stopped. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and craned her around to face him even as he pushed her forward to bend over the chair. She tensed, but it was too late. His prick poked its unerring head into her cleft and found the moist opening he softened with his finger.

Her juices surrounded him, and her muscles swallowed him whole. He screwed it in slow but steady, twisting and working in and out, in and out a little deeper now, never too hard to hurt her.

She braced herself for the most horrible and wretched experience of her life, but to her surprise, her pleasure came boiling back to the surface stronger than anything he did to her before. His cock found the toy in her pussy, and the two shafts spoke to each other and ignited her flesh to a blazing inferno.

He took hold of her hips in his monstrous grip and dove into his hilt against her ass. His pelvis bumped into her voluptuous curves and made her quiver all over. She stared at her destiny in his eyes, but he never released her. He hammered her clitoris against the chair even as the two demons did their worst on her insides.

What was happening to her? What was this? Nothing made sense. She always thought back-door play was sick and perverted, yet here she was blowing past every signpost she knew to a land beyond her comprehension.

He stroked his cock into her with greater ferocity. His hand crushed her neck in a death grip, but she wouldn’t be released for all the tea in China. That hand held her steady against the storm threatening to smash her against the rocks.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Oh, Jesus, that ass is so tight and hot. Oh, God, give me that ass, you dirty little thing. Come on, baby. You know you make me so hard. Can you feel my cock inside you? Do you like that? Is that good for you?”

She moaned, but before she could respond, he jerked her head around with a hard clamp of his hand.

“Come on, baby. Let me hear you say you like it in the ass.”

“I want it. Oh, God, it’s so tight. Oh, my God, I need it.”

“That’s right, baby. You need it hard.”

He thrust his cock in against her tight cheeks. Every pounding beat knocked her into the stratosphere of intoxicating bliss. She knit her brows against the torturous treatment, but she wouldn’t get away for anything.

All at once, she couldn’t endure anymore. She couldn’t look at his smoldering eyes one second longer. She clamped her eyes shut against the bombs going off in her being. She let out a shriek and tumbled into the abyss of endless completion.

He watched her collapse under him, but he couldn’t match her, either. He hurled himself into her with one final master stroke, and the molten lava of his seedy cocktail filled her to overflowing. The salty eruption gurgled out of her hole with ever last pumping thrust of his cock, and her spasming muscles milked the jiz to the last drop.