Day 3: Pegging

Day 3: Pegging

Xaden lay on the bed, his broad back against the pillows, the tension in his muscles unmistakable. This was uncharted territory for him—territory he hadn't been sure he'd ever enter—but for Violet, he'd agreed. He'd do anything for her. His dark eyes tracked her movements as she stood near the edge of the bed, preparing. There was no fear in his expression, just a wary curiosity, mixed with the same intensity that always burned between them.

Violet caught his gaze, her heart hammering in her chest, knowing what this night meant. She'd teased him about it, playfully nudged him for weeks. At first, Xaden had been reluctant, his pride wrapped tightly around him like armor, but the trust they shared was deeper than either of them had realized. He was giving her control—fully, entirely—if only for tonight.

"Relax," Violet said softly, her voice carrying both reassurance and a hint of playful dominance. She stood next to the bed, dressed only in her undergarments, the cool air making her skin prickle with anticipation. She could see how tense Xaden was, every muscle in his body coiled with a mix of anticipation and the unfamiliar.

He let out a slow, controlled breath, his head falling back onto the pillows, his gaze shifting to the ceiling. His fingers twitched at his sides, and Violet could tell he was fighting the urge to reach for her, to take back the control he was so accustomed to. But tonight was different. Tonight, it was hers.

"Easier said than done," Xaden muttered, his voice a rough rasp of nerves and need. His vulnerability was palpable, but there was also a glint of excitement in his eyes—a challenge, a test of boundaries.

Violet smiled as she climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she straddled his waist. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, the tension radiating off him like an electric current. Slowly, she leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, trying to ease some of the tension coiled inside him. He responded, his lips soft but firm against hers, his hands finally coming up to grip her hips, his touch possessive even now.

"Trust me," Violet whispered against his lips, her breath hot on his skin.

Xaden's grip on her hips tightened for a brief moment, his jaw clenching as he let out another slow breath. "I do," he said softly, his voice low but filled with sincerity.

That admission sent a thrill through Violet. It wasn't often that Xaden gave up control, but tonight, he was hers completely. Her fingers slid down his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles as she kissed her way down his throat, savoring the way his breath hitched in response. His body was familiar to her, every scar, every plane of muscle, but tonight there was a new edge to their intimacy, one that filled the air between them with a heady sense of anticipation.

Violet pulled back slightly, her hands moving to the harness she'd set beside the bed. Xaden's eyes flicked toward it, the slightest tension returning to his posture as he watched her secure it around her waist. She moved deliberately, her fingers working the buckles with practiced ease, and when she looked up again, Xaden's dark gaze was fixed on her, his eyes blazing with a mixture of apprehension and hunger.

She could tell he was struggling—struggling to let go, struggling to give in fully to the vulnerability of the moment. It wasn't easy for him, but Violet knew that deep down, he wanted this. He wanted to trust her, to let her guide him through this, even if it went against everything he was used to.

When she was ready, she positioned herself between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs as she leaned over him, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're sure?" she whispered, her voice soft, but firm.

Xaden's breath hitched again, and he nodded, his jaw clenching as he met her gaze. "I'm sure."

Violet kissed him again, her lips soft but commanding, and she could feel the tension in his body ease just slightly beneath her touch. Her hands moved down his sides, stroking his skin with slow, deliberate movements, and Xaden's breath grew heavier, his body responding to her in ways that made her pulse quicken.

She reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table, coating her fingers generously before returning her attention to him. Her fingers trailed lower, sliding between his legs, and Xaden's entire body tensed beneath her, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his fists gripping the sheets as he fought to keep his composure.

"Breathe," Violet whispered, her voice low and soothing as she gently massaged the slickness between his legs, easing the tension there. She took her time, letting him get used to the sensation, her touch slow and careful, not wanting to rush him.

Xaden let out a shaky breath, his muscles relaxing slightly as he adjusted to the feeling. "It's… different," he muttered, his voice strained but edged with curiosity.

Violet smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his chest, her breath warm against his skin. "You're doing great," she murmured, her fingers continuing their gentle work as she prepared him, moving with the same patience she used when teaching someone a new skill.

He shifted slightly, his body adjusting to her touch, and Violet could feel the heat radiating off him, his need simmering just beneath the surface. Despite the tension, despite the vulnerability, there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes, the way his body responded to her every movement. He was still Xaden, still dominant in his own way, but tonight he was letting her take the reins, letting her explore him in a way that was new for both of them.

When Violet finally positioned herself, guiding the toy to press against him, Xaden's breath hitched again, his body tensing as she began to ease in. His fingers gripped the sheets tighter, his jaw clenching, but he didn't pull away. He didn't stop her. He trusted her.

"Slow," he muttered, his voice a low growl as his eyes flicked open, locking onto hers. "Take it slow."

"I will," Violet promised, her voice soft but firm. She moved with excruciating slowness, giving him time to adjust, her hand resting on his thigh as she watched his face for any sign of discomfort. She could see the struggle in his eyes—the battle between letting go and maintaining control—but she also saw the way his body responded to her, the way his breath quickened, his muscles trembling with the intensity of the moment.

As she eased further in, Xaden let out a low, guttural moan, his head falling back against the pillows. His breath was coming in ragged bursts now, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he adjusted to the sensation, but he didn't ask her to stop. He wanted this—needed this—and Violet could feel the shift in him as he gave in to the moment, his body relaxing beneath her as he let her take control.

"You okay?" Violet asked softly, her hand still resting on his thigh, her touch grounding him as she continued to move slowly, carefully.

Xaden nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out another shaky breath. "Yeah," he rasped, his voice rough but filled with a new edge of vulnerability. "Keep going."

Violet smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his chest, her movements slow and deliberate as she continued to guide him through the experience. She could feel the tension in his body ease with each passing moment, his breath growing steadier, his muscles relaxing beneath her touch. It was a delicate balance—one that required both trust and patience—but Violet could feel the connection between them deepening with every slow thrust, every shared breath.

And in that moment, she knew that this was more than just exploring Xaden's submissive side. This was about trust, about letting go, about giving each other the space to explore their deepest desires without judgment or fear.

As she continued to move, her hand reached down to stroke him, her fingers wrapping around his hard length, and Xaden let out a low moan, his body trembling beneath her. The sensation of her touch combined with the pressure of the toy was overwhelming, and Violet could see the way his control was slipping, his body giving in to the pleasure in a way that was both raw and intense.

"Violet…" Xaden's voice was a strained whisper, his body trembling as he bucked slightly against her hand, his need growing with each passing second. "I'm—"

"Let go," she whispered, her voice soft but commanding as her hand moved faster, stroking him in time with her thrusts. "I've got you."

Xaden's body trembled beneath her, his chest rising and falling in rapid bursts as he let out a strained moan. His control, always ironclad, was slipping fast now, and Violet could see the battle playing out in his eyes—the struggle to let go, to give in fully. His hands gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles had turned white, his muscles tense with the effort of holding himself back. But Violet knew he was close, knew that the moment he allowed himself to surrender, the pleasure would overtake him completely.

"Violet…" His voice was rough, a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine, but there was something raw and vulnerable beneath it. He was at his limit, teetering on the edge of control, and she could feel the way his body was straining against the pleasure, desperate to let go but fighting it all the same.

"Shh," Violet murmured, her hand moving steadily as her hips rocked against him, her thrusts slow and deliberate, building the pressure inside him with each movement. She could feel the tension coiling tighter in his body, every muscle taut and trembling with need. "You don't have to hold back. I'm right here."

Xaden's breath hitched, his head falling back against the pillows as his eyes squeezed shut. His chest heaved, his body arching slightly beneath her as her hand continued to stroke him, the slickness of his arousal making each movement smooth and effortless. He was losing control, she could feel it, and the power of that knowledge sent a thrill through her.

"I… can't…" he rasped, his voice breaking as his hips bucked involuntarily against her hand, his body trembling with the force of his desire. "Violet, I—"

"You can," she whispered, her voice gentle but firm. "You're safe. Just let go."

His eyes fluttered open for a moment, locking onto hers, and she saw the vulnerability there—the raw, unguarded part of him that he only showed to her. It was a rare and precious thing, this side of Xaden, and Violet felt a surge of love and desire swell in her chest as she held his gaze.

And then, finally, he gave in.

Xaden's body arched beneath her, his breath catching in his throat as the pleasure hit him all at once, crashing over him like a tidal wave. His moan was deep, guttural, and raw, the sound vibrating through the air as his release spilled over her hand, his body trembling violently with the force of it. Violet kept her movements steady, her hand stroking him through his orgasm as her hips continued their slow, deliberate rhythm, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until Xaden was left shaking and spent beneath her.

She watched him intently, her heart pounding as she saw him so completely undone, so vulnerable. His chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath, his hands still gripping the sheets tightly as he slowly came down from the high. His muscles were trembling, his skin flushed with exertion, and there was a sheen of sweat on his brow that made him look almost fragile—something Violet had never associated with Xaden before.

Carefully, she slowed her movements, pulling back gently and watching his face for any sign of discomfort. His eyes remained closed, his expression relaxed now, the tension that had been coiled in his body finally releasing as he sank into the mattress, utterly spent.

Violet unbuckled the harness, slipping it off with care and setting it aside before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his chest, her lips lingering there for a moment as she listened to the rapid thud of his heart beneath her. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the rise and fall of his breath, and she smiled softly against him, her hand sliding up to gently stroke his side.

"You okay?" she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she pressed another kiss to his skin, this time over his heart.

For a long moment, Xaden didn't respond, his breath still coming in short, ragged bursts as he recovered. But then, slowly, he let out a low, contented hum, his hand coming up to rest on her back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against her skin.

"I'm more than okay," he finally muttered, his voice hoarse but laced with a hint of amusement. His eyes opened, dark and hazy with the afterglow of release, and he looked up at her with a small, exhausted smile. "That was… something."

Violet chuckled softly, resting her chin on his chest as she met his gaze. "Good something or bad something?"

Xaden let out a soft, breathless laugh, his hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck as he pulled her down for a gentle kiss. "Good," he murmured against her lips. "Definitely good."

The kiss was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the intensity of what they'd just shared. There was no urgency, no demand—just the quiet intimacy of two people who knew each other deeply, who trusted each other completely. Violet melted into him, her body relaxing as she let the warmth of his touch wash over her, grounding her in the moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Xaden sighed, his hand moving to brush a strand of silver hair behind her ear. "You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" he teased, his voice soft but playful.

Violet grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she propped herself up on her elbows, her hands resting on his chest. "You could say that," she said, her tone light and teasing. "But I think you enjoyed it just as much."

Xaden raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm not sure 'enjoyed' is the right word," he drawled, his fingers tracing patterns along her spine. "I think I'm still trying to process the fact that I actually let you do that."