There it is. The slightly chilly intrusion against my hole. I take a deep breath and relax myself so my body will accept it, and he praises me as I do. When it’s firmly planted, my senses feel even more heightened. Everything feels so intense. I reach up to massage my breasts, trying to find the rose so I can use that too but instead I hear his voice in my ear. “Take a deep breath for me.” When I do, he suctions the rose to my clit.

“Fuck!” I cry. My body is convulsing with need. Every move I make only serves to heighten the stimulation. I can’t run from it and I don’t want to. His hand runs across my throat, applying a gentle pressure that sets every nerve ending in my body off. He rips the blindfold off of me and the light in the room is an adjustment, but my focus is firmly planted on him. This is real ecstasy. Or I thought it was, until his dick pushes into me and sends me to the brink. He starts with slow strokes and then plunges deeper into me.

The pressure on my throat increases a little more as does the intensity of our skin slapping together. I fist the sheets as my toes curl so tight I’m not sure they’ll ever unfurl. He offers me a little relief by removing the rose, and the moment he pulls out of me, my pussy resembles a waterfall, making him let out an appeased hum. He wastes no time plunging back inside of me and putting the rose back in its place.

Shit. I feel myself climbing higher and higher up the scales of pleasure. Past the point of ecstasy and euphoria and reaching pure bliss. Heaven. Intoxication.

And then the waves pull me under. The fall is steep but the ride is incredible and when I crash I crash into him. I feel his release when he lets go, filling me up, and then I let the waves take me. I vaguely hear his words of praise as he pulls out of me and then slowly removes the butt plug. I vaguely feel his lips on my throat, my wrists, and my thighs. I’m present enough to know when he leaves the room and then when he comes back to scoop me into his arms and place me in the warm bath he ran for me. I’m present enough to feel him get in the bath across from me and pull my legs into his lap so he can massage them, but I start fading into the joyous peace of sleep not too long after.

The next morning, when we pull ourselves out of bed, we make our way downstairs where everyone is already eating.

“Hey sleepyheads. We made pancakes, eggs, and bacon,” Sasha points out.