The Pegging Pact

Florence had just returned from a work trip with a suitcase filled with sin: erotic lingerie spilling out everywhere, a flogger, and a strap-on harness she affectionately called the soul sucker. She’d recently begun freelance work within the sex toy industry and excitedly impulse bought lots of naughty treats from her first client visit for her and her boyfriend to test out. Paul laid his eyes on the mountain of silicone and kink & playfully quipped, “hell would have to freeze over, love”. He was used to Florence’s wild ideas, but this was uncharted territory. They laughed it off, and Florence didn’t mention it again. But over time, Paul began to warm to the idea. He would often find his mind wandering back to the image of Florence wearing the soul sucker, and the idea of him submitting to her started to entice him. He began fantasising about it daily, getting hard every time it crossed his mind.

Months later, drunk on red wine and lust, Paul eagerly confessed to Florence his all-consuming fantasy. She shuffled onto his lap, nuzzling into the nape of his neck, and that’s when the two lovers made a pact. “If the blood moon lands on Halloween, we fuck like we’ve summoned the devil,” Florence whispered, licking the rim of her wine glass. Paul’s throat let out a quiet groan; he wanted her to take control then and there.

The months that ensued flew faster than a witch through the dead of night, and Halloween arrived under a full and furious blood moon. Paul spent the entire day in anticipation of their date night, excitedly nervous and insanely horny. The two prepared for their first ritual. Whilst Paul poured two tequila shots for Dutch courage, Florence pulled on a sexy black dress and thigh-high platform heels that hugged her hourglass figure like they were made for her. As she strode into the dimly lit room, Paul couldn’t keep his eyes off her, drawn in by her ethereal energy. Florence turned and began to walk away. “Come into the bedroom”, she commanded. He felt his cock tighten against his boxers and obediently followed her.

Laid out on their bed was the strap-on, her flogger, and a giant bottle of lube. “Sit down”, she demanded in a quiet but firm tone. He had been waiting with bated breath for this moment and obeyed his lover’s demand gladly. She stood in front of him, towering over him in her heels. She looked like temptation itself, summoned straight from a grimoire.

“Are you ready to worship me?” She asked, her tone still quiet but firm. Paul nodded but was rendered speechless. “Say the words.” This time her voice was as sharp as a knife. “…Yes, yes”, he whimpered. She pointed to the soul sucker and made him hand it to her. She lifted her dress slowly and began to tighten the harness against her delicious hips. In that moment, something switched. Florence’s deep brown eyes seemed to darken; the weight of the toy between her eyes summoned something deep and devilish inside of her.

She lubed the thick, curved silicone shaft, running her fingers teasingly over it whilst Paul watched in awe. He had never seen Florence like this before. He couldn’t contain himself any longer and stood up to kiss her, but as quick as he stood, she flipped him over and bent him over the bed. She rested the tip of her silicone shaft across his entrance and slowly began to gently circle the toy around his rim, readying him for the ritual.

She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he let out an audible gasp followed by a deep groan. “Good boy”, she quipped. Paul entered a euphoric state he had never experienced before. It was delicious. Indescribable. Florence began to thrust, gentle and deliberate at first, following the rhythm of the music filling the room. She watched his body submit to her, and her hips began to roll like waves crashing against his back.

“Look at you”, she whispered, dragging the flogger down his spine. “You love this, don’t you? Being taken by your woman. Being filled like the greedy little demon you are”. Her voice sent a wave of pleasure through him that made his entire body tremble.

As she began to drive deeper into him, her moans became low but dominant, making his moans echo through the room. “Your soul is mine now. I bind your body to mine.” she growled in his ear, biting down gently. Paul broke. He came hard, body jerking and knees buckling. Florence didn’t stop; she kept pounding through his moans until she felt her own shudder of pleasure rip through her entire body. Her hips slowed. She leaned down, tasting the sweat on his back and kissed him gently as she pulled out slowly. They both collapsed into a euphoric puddle on the bed.

“I think we just cast some dark magic”, she whispered. He smirked. “I think we did too”.