Stephen heaved a sigh as he clumsily massaged the last bit of aftershave into his skin, towel barely hanging around his hips. Usually he paid more attention when he shaved, hoping to avoid the nicks and pricks the light tremors his hands still suffered from could cause. Today he didn't care. His mind was too jumbled.
October was a busy month. Not because the veil between the spirit world and the human one was thinner than usual. Nor because of the power surge darker entities experienced this time of year. On one hand while that was a hassle it only happened on Samhain and Kamar Taj was well used to and prepared for it. What other humans would do or stumble upon in the name of a spooky good time… That had Stephen and the other masters ready to rip their hair out.
The most aggravating part was that Stephen didn't hate the Halloween season, especially since you came into his life. He just didn't get to enjoy it because he was so busy cleaning up after people that refused to celebrate safely. Instead of going to the pumpkin patch with you or decorating the front porch he was busy running around the globe returning peoples souls to their bodies after they tried their hands at a drunken séance.
Today you guys had planned to make sugar cookies for the fall carnival at Peter's school. Not that Stephen was any good with a piping bag, but he liked watching you being crafty (and stealing cookies every chance he got). Instead he'd spent the whole day chasing a poltergeist accidentally released at an office work party.
Determined to finish his nighttime routine as quickly as possible so he could maybe catch the last half of whatever movie you'd put on he almost missed the knock on the bathroom door. Quirking a curious eyebrow he spat out the last remains of toothpaste in his mouth and opened the door with a wave of his hand, almost choking on air at the sight on the other side.
There you stood in one of the sexiest outfits he'd ever seen you in. He would have to find out where you got the wine-red satin open cup corset because he was getting you more in all the colors of the rainbow. The only thing covering your nipples were black X shaped pasties. Devil horns popped out of the headband you wore and the pointed tip of a devil's tail, that he was pretty sure was a butt plug, swayed around the back of your knees. Black heels and fishnet stockings completed the look. Noticeably missing was any kind of underwear whatsoever.
"Trick?" you simpered as you lifted your strap on, dangling it from two fingers. "Or treat?" you finished as you held up your favorite Womanizer (a luxury pleasure air vibrator) with your other hand an innocent girlish smile dancing on your face.
Stephen swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, as he looked between the two options. He appreciated what you were offering here. Did he want control, or did he want to give it up? Usually he was the dominate one in bed but you guys had slowly been working on helping him embrace his submissive side. This was your way of discreetly asking if he was tired and wanted to be taken care of tonight.
But Stephen was frustrated, not tired. One of the primary reasons for his frustration was missed quality time with you, which he now felt the need to help make up for in any little way possible.
"Treat," Stephen answered, voice pitching lower than normal, as he plucked the sleek black and gold vibrator from your hand. "Now go be a good girl and put that away."
"Yes Sir," you answered primly, fluttering your eyelashes at him as you walked away. Stephen hissed a curse when you turned, confirming that the devil tail was in fact a butt plug.
Tossing the towel around his hips to the bathroom floor without a second thought he followed you, not wanting to miss the sight of you bending down to reach the toy drawer. Because of course you'd put on a show for him.
Stephen settled on the edge of the bed, circling the head of his semi hard erection with his palm to bring it to full mast. He'd long conceded that he would never be able to bring himself to orgasm from his hand alone again, but this he could still do.
Once the strap on was safely tucked away in its corner you came to stand between Stephens legs, shooing away his hand to take his velvety penis into your own.
"Was there anything in particular you've been wanting to do?" you asked as you gave him a few leisurely strokes.
"I want to see how many times I can make you orgasm tonight," Stephen smirked as he ran a finger along the edge of one of your breasts, his eyes focused on how they swelled around the cups of your corset with each breath you took. "Is that okay with you Sweetheart?"
"Yes," you breathed, leaning into his touch as he started to gently knead your breast. His hands were still warm and slightly soft from his shower.
"What's your safe word?"
"Turtle. What's yours?"
"Dolphin," Stephen answered as he carefully stripped the pastie off the breast he'd been massaging, revealing the pebbled nipple underneath. "Traffic lights?"
"Green for good, yellow for slow down and red for stop."
"I want you to call yellow if your getting overstimulated as well. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good girl," Stephen rumbled as he took your exposed nipple into his mouth to give it one firm suck, causing you to squeak and arch into him. "Now get on your back, hands above your head."
You did as you were told, your stiletto heels and tail making it a bit awkward to maneuver on the soft mattress. There was a split second when the tip of your tail got caught on the tangled sheets that neither of you had made that morning, causing a burst of delicious pressure on your asshole. You couldn't help a little butt wiggle against the mattress as you settled on your back, seeking more pressure, but Stephen grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him before you could achieve anything.
"Oh no. None of that. All your pleasure comes directly from me tonight kitten." With that said Stephen quickly conjured golden glowing ropes to secure each of your hands to the edges of the headboard. He then lifted and spread your knees as far as they would go before securing them as well.
"Comfortable?" he purred, eyes roaming your prone form.
"Yes Sir," you nodded swiftly, eager to get started.
"Good," Stephen said as he trailed a finger down your sternum. "I think it's long past time we got rid of this."
Without any warning Stephen ripped your other pastie off like a band aid, earning a cry from you at the string and the immediate hardening of your nipple. He was quick to take it into his mouth though, soothing the pain with light sucks.
"Much better," he observed as he leaned back, grabbing a breast with each hand to massage them. He worked his thumbs closer to your nipples with each squeeze until the appendages were on them. Stephen alternated between circling your areolas and tenderly rolling your nipples between his fingers, his scars adding additional heavenly friction.
"Fuck," you sighed dreamily as your eyes slid closed, tension leaving your body. You almost preferred this more soothing, warmer kind of pleasure then the more intense sensations that you knew were coming next. "Feels so good Sir."
Egged on by your encouragement, Stephen took one of your nipples into his mouth to properly suck on it while his hand continued his ministrations on the other breast. You moaned, melting a tiny bit more with each pull of his mouth.
Stephen spent the next few minutes switching his mouth from one breast to the other, delighting in your moans becoming more frustrated as you started to long for attention further south.
"Please, please Sir!" you begged, not bothering to wait for Stephen to ask you to do so. "Please play with my pussy. Need you there so bad!"
Stephen let go of your breast with a loud pop, leaning back to take in his work. You looked absolutely debauched. Your breasts weren't bruised or had any hickeys on them (he knew you didn't enjoy that sensation), but they were definitely red and had a bit of beard burn going on along the edges. Your headband was slightly askew, horns appearing lopsided through your hair. You peered up at him with glazed lust-drunk eyes and a flushed face.
The best sight that made Stephens dick twitch was what was between your legs. You've always struggled with natural lubrication but there was definitely a wet dewy sheen gathered along the edges of your labia, which was starting to part nicely for him.
"If you could see the way you look right now…" Stephen moaned as he fixed one of your stilettos that had come half off, resisting the urge to touch himself. If he did, this was going to be over far too quickly.
"Stephen please," you pleaded as you wiggled against your binds. "I need you."
"I'm here darling," he assured as he slid a hand down between your breasts, over your stomach, ghosting between you hip bones a few times before pressing down on the area just above your mons pubis. You whine pitifully, trying to arch into the pressure, tingles of pleasure gathering in your clitoris.
Finally, finally, Stephen touched you where you needed him most. His pointer and middle fingers trailed down the outer edges of your outer labia, squeezing them and their contents together and causing your vagina to throb. He gathered a little of the slick leaking out of you with his middle finger (without putting it inside you) and then leisurely ran it back up between your inner labia, parting them fully, before coming to a stop on your clitoris. You moaned exuberantly when Stephen started to slowly circle it with light pressure. The little embers that had been gathering there now full on flames.
"How does that feel kitten?" Stephen asked, smirking down at you as you mewled beneath him.
"So good. Absolutely amazing," you praised quickly, knowing from experience that he would stop if you didn't answer immediately. "Thank you, Sir."
"Anything for my little devil," he leered down at you as he gave your tail a little tug.
"Oh!" You gasped at the added pressure around your anus. "Can you do that again? That felt incredible."
Fascinated by your reaction Stephen grabbed the base of your tail and started to lightly pull on it repeatedly, creating a pulsing sensation against the tight ring of muscle. You'd played with simple flared butt plugs before but nothing like this. Nor had you worked yourself up to anal sex quite yet, that was more Stephen's thing. If your reaction to the tail was anything to go on, when you eventually took that plunge, you'd enjoy yourself immensely.
"Fuuuck," you moaned as you thrashed your head from side to side. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm going to cum like this!"
"That's it darling," Stephen coached, "be a good girl and look at me when you finish. Show me how pretty you are when you cum."
His words are what sent you over the edge, your chin curling towards your chest as you moaned Stephen's name, locking your eyes with his. Stephen's own eyes were dilated as they met yours, his lips parted slightly. Even though his penis had been neglected for over a good ten minutes now, it was still almost completely erect.
Stephens hands moved to the insides of your thighs as you came down from your high, giving you time to catch your breath. He yearned to be inside you, your entrance glistening so sweetly before him, but he wanted to push you a bit further first. Wanted to hear you moan his name like that again.
"Ready for round two?" Stephen asked as your breathing evened out.
"Yes Sir," you answered after wiggling your feet a bit to make sure they hadn't fallen asleep strung up as they were.
"Do you remember what you say if you're getting overstimulated?"
"Yellow."
Stephen hummed, pleased with you. Keeping his hands on your inner thighs he leaned in with his mouth to take in the lower parts of your labia, the part right over your vagina, and sucked lightly to build you back up. Your head fell back against the pillows, a long-satisfied sigh escaping your lips. You vagina started to pulse again, begging to be filled.
Stephen started lightly circling a finger around the upper parts of your labia right next to your clitoris, only putting direct pressure on it when you stopped flinching as he got closer to it. It took a few minutes, but he was finally able to put the same amount of force on your clitoris as he had before your orgasm.
Lips still sucking on your labia, Stephen picked up the discarded Womanizer and switched it on the lowest setting before placing it over your clitoris. Cursing loudly, you bucked your hips instinctively into the strong sucking sensation, not sure if you wanted it gone or turned up.
At first Stephen took his time with the toy, keeping it on its lowest setting as he focused on working his tongue inside you and all the sounds you made. Once you were sloppy enough with his saliva that he could comfortably alternate between sucking and tongue fucking did Stephen finally turn up the toy.
"Oh shit!" you yelped as you felt the pressure from the Womanizer increase. You took a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles and coax your body into accepting what was being done to it. Stephen kept a careful ear out, but not hearing your safe word, he kept up his attack on your vagina.
Once you were a puddle of goo against the mattress again, Stephen gave you a minute to fully enjoy the experience. But as soon as he decided you were getting a little too comfortable he'd turn up the vibrator again. Before long the Womanizer was more than halfway to its highest setting, the buzz of it blocking out the wet sounds of Stephen's mouth against your vagina.
You thrashed against your binds and moaned without any signs of stopping. You were caught somewhere between the edge of an orgasm and overstimulation. One right move could send you over the edge into an orgasm. But one wrong move could intensify the accompanying pain past bearable.
This wasn't a buildup to a climax you were used too when you were in control. Stephen and the toy were going to force an orgasm out of you, whether you liked it or not.
Sensing you were verging on finishing, Stephen turned the vibrator up one last time, turning it to its fourth highest setting. You screamed, but not in pleasure.
"Yellow! Yellow! Too much!"
Stephen took the toy off your clitoris immediately. You gasped for air, a stray tear trailing down the side of your face.
"Fuck, I'm sorry sweetheart," Stephen said as he leaned forward to cup your face in his hands, brushing away the remaining wetness on your face. "Do you want me to let you go?"
"No, no," you answered as you nuzzled into his hand, eyelids fluttering closed as you tried to steady your breathing. "I just need a minute."
"Take as much time as you need love."
A part of you was tempted not to continue. To let Stephen untie you, drawl a hot bath and relish in his aftercare. But a larger part wanted to feel him cum inside you, even if you didn't orgasm.
"I'm ready," you said, kissing Stephen's palm in reassurance. "But I don't think I can cum again."
"Then we stop," Stephen said, eyebrows crunching in concern.
"Just because I'm not up for another orgasm doesn't mean I'm not enjoying it," you try to explain. "It's more of a subspace kinda thing. Plus, I really want you inside me."
"Are you sure it's subspace and you're not on the brim of a sub drop?"
"Positive. Drops are usually accompanied by anxiety. I don't feel that this time. Just sensitive and a little strung out."
Stephen was quiet for a moment, considering your words and if he himself was comfortable continuing. You did seem on the edge of drifting off, your eyes struggling to stay focused and head heavy in his hand.
"Okay," Stephen agreed at last as a bottle of lube appeared in his hand. "Let me know if you're not enjoying yourself. I only feel good about continuing if you're getting something out of it."
"You know I like you using my body for your own pleasure," you teased hazily as you watched Stephen uncap the bottle and squirt a generous amount into his hand.
"Yes," Stephen conceded as he bent between your knees and stretched up your body to steal a kiss. "And I enjoy that too. But only when you're not already feeling overstimulated and vulnerable. You tell me if we need to stop. I don't care how close I am. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," you said, relaxing into the pillows. As annoying as Stephen's caution with you when it came to sex could be annoying sometimes (especially when you wanted him to be rough), it could have been worse. At least he was willing to try all your crazy ideas.
Your lip twitched in discomfort as the cold lube was slathered against your vagina, especially when Stephen's right pinkie finger (the finger that escaped his accident with the least amount of damage) swirled the liquid inside you. But the coolness soon passed, your body temperature quickly warming up the lubricant.
Only when Stephen's penis was also covered in lube did he line it up with you, running it up and down your labia to make him erect again. You both groaned, enjoying the intimate contact.
Finally, Stephen let the head of his penis catch on the outer membranes of your vagina and slowly pushed in with small slow thrusts, going a little deeper with each one. He wasn't small by any means, nor was he the well-endowed giant that romance books loved to sing praises to. He was more than capable of filling you up and providing that wonderful, stretched feeling, but without smashing against your cervix. Just perfect.
"You with me?" Stephen grunted as he bottomed out.
"Move please," you whined, your eyes fluttering shut and head lolling to the side.
"My pleasure."
Stephen started to rock into you, making sure to look up to check in on you every now and then and keep a steady pace so as to not break you from your trance. For the most part though, he allowed himself to give in to his own pleasure.
Your vagina never failed to squeeze him tight, but tonight your butt plug added to the sensation. Your heavenly heat around his head was divine. The sight of his penis disappearing into you accompanied by the slight dribble of lube leaking down your perineum onto the base of the plug? Absolutely thrilling.
As far as you were concerned you were happy to let the push and pull of Stephen inside you lull you into the cloudy warm headspace you loved so much. You felt half asleep, the only thing keeping you present the little grunts and moans Stephen gave every time he rocked into you.
Far too soon Stephen was getting close to his climax, unable to help losing his rhythm as he thrust into you more ferociously. Blinking your eyes open as you started to feel a bit more awake you were lucky enough to catch the sight of Stephen finishing. His head rolled forward as he moaned your name, sinking up to the hilt inside you. Although it looked like a struggle, he managed to keep his eyes open and on the spot where he was buried inside you.
"Hi," you slurred as Stephen lifted his eyes to meet yours.
"Hello," he huffed, a warm tired smile spreading across his face.
Before he pulled out Stephen summoned a warm damp cloth, ready to catch any of his cum that leaked out of you. The sheets could probably use a change but neither of you had the energy to do it tonight. Once he had the both of you cleaned up, he spread a bit more lube around your asshole and grabbed onto the base of the tail.
"Deep breath in," Stephen coached, thankful that you were present enough to follow directions. "And out."
As soon as you started to exhale Stephen gently pulled the butt plug free and banished it to the bathroom to be dealt with later. You were as prepared as you could be, but it still stung a little. A few more tender wipes from the washcloth and that was gone too.
With a quick gesture from Stephen the ropes holding you vanished. He pulled your heels off before lying down beside you and pulling you into his chest.
"How are you feeling Love?" Stephen asked as he ran his hand over the top of your head and removed your headband.
"Spacy," you hummed absentmindedly as you wrapped your arms around him, lightly trailing your fingers up and down his neck. "But good. You?"
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Stephen drawled as he kissed your forehead, earning a little giggle from you. You didn't need to see him to know he was smirking.
"Do you need any help getting out of this?" Stephen asked, running a hand down the ties of your corset.
"I got it," you groaned, knowing either way that you'd have to sit up to get it off. "Just give me a few more minutes."
"I feel like if I do, you'll fall asleep," Stephen chuckled.
You huffed, turning your head up to glare at him playfully.
"If I get up, will you run a bath?"
"You read my mind."
"I tend to do that," you said as you burrowed your head back into his chest.
"Oh really?"
"I made some extra cookies for us. They're on the coffee table."
Sure enough, when Stephen lifted his head to look at the little seating area you guys had by the fireplace, he found a plate of brightly decorated Halloween cookies.
"I should have known," Stephen grinned fondly as he hugged you tighter. "You always have the best treats."