Free Slow Seduction (Struck by Lightning) by Cecilia Tan

among my dirty clothes. I opened it and took out the largest of the glass dildoes he had made for me. I took off my clothes and lay down on the bed with the dildo on my chest. While I waited for it to warm up, my mind went into fantasies. Not of Damon or the club, but of James.
    James as Lord Lightning. I could remember the scent of his limo, the sound of the traffic outside the tinted windows. Normally, he would be conservatively dressed in an expensive and fine button-down shirt and jacket, if not in a full suit and tie. But I imagined him as he appeared in some of the fan photos, in a skintight shirt cut off above the waist exposing his toned abs and pants so form-fitting that the shape of his cock was visible through them. I slicked the dildo between my legs until it was well coated, and then began easing it inside.
    It had been a while. I remembered how patient James was with me, though, coaxing me and taking his time putting it in. I imagined it was his hand keeping my lips spread. The bulk stretched my insides deliciously.
    With a groan, I felt it slide the last inch into place.
    It felt wrong to come too quickly because I wanted to make the feeling last. But I knew if I stroked my clit now, it wouldn’t take long at all.
    I sat up, a sudden idea burning in my head: LL limousine stories were a thing, eh? I crossed my legs, careful to keep the glass in place, and opened my laptop. I still had a browser window open to the LL fan site I had been reading.
    Creating an account was free. I picked the username GlassTiara and clicked on Post a Story, then started to type:
    We hurried into the limousine, but once we were safe behind the tinted glass, once we were on our way, we could relax for a time.
    “Come here, my pet,” he said, and I nestled close to him, thinking I might nap on our way.
    But he had other ideas. His hand slid down the small of my back and under the waistband of my underwear. He teased, slipping it further and further until my clothes impeded him. I predicted that I wouldn’t be wearing them for long.
    I was right. He whispered into my ear to strip from the waist down, and I did. He pulled me against him again, his other hand finding the space between my legs and then his finger finding the slick entry into my body. I gasped as he slid it inside of me.
    He fucked me with his finger, his eyes roving from the place where it disappeared into my body up to my face, checking me for any signs of distress. The only sign I gave was to whisper, “More.”
    He worked a second finger in next to the first, fucking me slowly and murmuring into my ear. “Do you like that, my darling? Does that feel good?”
    “Yes, oh yes, but I want more. I want you.”
    “I know you do, my pet.” He pushed his fingers extra deep and wiggled them, his thumb flicking my clit.
    He said nothing more, only continued to stimulate and tease me that way, sometimes speeding up his hand to fuck me hard for a few strokes, then slowing down to a torturous, gradual pace again.
    After a while, I reached the edge of orgasm, my breath catching in my throat and my hands clutching at the jacket of his suit. He kept me on that cruel edge for a long time, while I wailed and tugged on his lapels and shook, to no avail.
    And then I started to cry. “Please, please, why can’t I have you?”
    His laugh was deep and low. “You know why, my pet.”
    “I don’t!”
    He pushed his fingers deeper, but it wasn’t enough.
    “I need you! Please!” I cried out.
    “No. You know what happened the last time I gave in to your demands.”
    “That won’t happen again! I won’t hurt you! I promise!”
    But he clucked his tongue and shook his head.
    “Please, James!” I whispered, pushing the laptop aside and crushing my clit against my fist as the first wave of orgasm swept through me. “Oh God! Please!” Tears of release came at the same time as the shudders and spasms of pleasure, shaking me and leaving me damp and limp all over.
    I was still