“Mmm, not nearly wet enough. I promised the fine gentlemen a splash zone,” he says. Standing and re-inserting his fingers into my sensitive cunt. The pressure of his fingers in tandem is euphoric. It’s like a tightness in my belly. His fingers hook upward hitting my g-spot. He’s relentless with his hand, the meat of his palm rubbing against my clit as his fingers fuck in and out of me.

“That’s it,” Dax encourages me. I remove one of my hands from the straps and grab his wrists, hard. He smiles at me deviously and doesn’t stop as he adds another finger.

It’s like a tidal wave hits my core from the stretch of his fingers, pushing me over the edge. A flood of release leaking out of me and over Dax’s hand until I hear the splatter of my orgasm hitting the wooden floor.

Dax shifts me in the swing so I can view the floor. “Good girl, now I think they would like to see your tits bounce while I fuck you from behind.”

I look at him wide eyed, catching my breath. He doesn’t even wait for confirmation as he contorts me on the swing. He turns me around so that one strap is on my chest, above my breasts. The other is around my belly while he wrapped my legs in the stirrups. My arms dangle in front of me, not knowing what to do with them.

“Don’t worry, pet. I’ll take care of that for you,” Dax coos. The shadows wrap around one hand, pinning it behind my back, before he takes the other. It’s like I’m floating in the air, completely at Dax’s mercy. He could do anything he wanted to do to me. I can’t help it as I bring my own magic out, my shadows interlacing with his around my wrists.

Dax’s hands grip my hips roughly as he enters me in one thrust, making me moan. One of his hands slightly tugging at the butt plug making me writhe against the straps. I have nowhere to look except the audience who watches us with rapture. I know my tits are bouncing wildly with each of his thrusts. He doesn’t take it slow as he fucks me. The man has expert showmanship, showing these other demons who I belong to and what they will never have.

He slows momentarily as his attention is drawn to the butt plug. The stretch with his length and the plug is intense as my breath struggles to catch up to my pleasure. He pulls the plug out of me and I wince from the loss. He no sooner pushes it back inside.