Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
He clicked the switch and I jolted, pumping my hips, either to get away or to get closer, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care if he punished me for moving. I wanted him to. I wanted more. I wanted him to push me to the very edge. My end goal suddenly became using my safe word. I wanted to go so far I had to stop, though Neil often warned me that getting close was better than going past what I could endure. But just the thought of the extreme, the thought of indulging my truly masochistic side, was enough to bring me to another, stronger release. He followed it with three smacks of the paddle in quick succession, until I cried out.
He pulled the vibe away and gave me time to come down, time that was almost worse because the next orgasm would build from the ground up, not merely blend with the last one. My already taxed muscles were drawn up tight again; I would be impossibly sore in the morning. This time when he counted down and turned the vibrator on, he rolled the head in small circles, varying the sensation so that any numbness from the vibration wouldn’t help me. This time, I did scream, and kept on screaming as the paddle struck the backs of my thighs. He didn’t pull the wand away this time, keeping me teetering on the brink of too much pain and way too much pleasure, until it all became pain, twisting and writhing around my every nerve ending.
I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. I fell against him, and he dropped both the paddle and the vibrator to catch me. He swiftly untied the gag and pushed my sweaty hair back from my face. Droplets of perspiration ran down my neck, below my collar, over my chest. He gripped the wet locks at my nape and tilted my head back. “What do we say?”
“Thank you, Sir,” I panted, my throat hoarse. My eyes slid closed as I savored the boneless peace of my ebbing high.
“Come back to me a moment,” he said gently, stroking a finger down my cheek. “Check in. Where are we?”
“Green, Sir.” I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted to stop feeling the way I did in that moment. I wouldn’t have cared if we stayed like this all week.
He sat me down on the crisp white duvet and worked at the knots binding my wrists. When I was untied, he helped me straighten my arms and rubbed the soreness from my shoulders.
“How is that?”
Sir took such good care of me.
“Much better, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
He skimmed his hands up and down my arms then urged me to lie back. He slipped one of the pillows from the head of the bed under my hips. “Spread your legs. There you are.”
I shivered as his hand glided down, over my stomach, between my legs. He petted my labia, his fingertips straying between.
One finger slipped inside me, and I clenched on it, mewling in mingled relief and frustration. I needed more than just his finger. I wanted to be filled up.
“Oh…” he said, soft and low. “You want more.”
He withdrew and reached for the medium-sized dildo. He brought it between my legs and swiped the surface of the soft silicone up and down my slit, coating it. I’d brought lube, but I wasn’t sure it was going to be necessary. I was dripping, my pussy making obscene squelching noises as my muscles grasped on emptiness. My breathing became labored, stuttering through my lips, almost a sob but never quite reaching that pitch.
Slowly, he pushed the head of the dildo inside of me, inserting and withdrawing just an inch or two, raking the ridge of the head over my g-spot. It was almost irritating, in that my body had already been satisfied to the point of overstimulation, but it was such a relief to be penetrated. He pushed deeper, twisting his wrist as he drew the length out, in a slow, measured pace.
I wriggled a little. I couldn’t help it.
“You may move, if you’d like.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I panted, lifting my hips in a roll that brought a groan of relief from my lips and a trance-like state to my mind.
He reached with his other hand to my throat, pressing on the two points beneath my chin that made me light-headed. I enjoyed the possessiveness, the simulated risk, and he got off on the proof of my unwavering trust in him. My head swam, intensifying the sensations in my cunt. Then, it became too much, sharpening my hazy thoughts. I managed, “Okay, yellow on the choking.”
Neil pulled his hand away immediately. “The rest is alright, though?”
“Yeah, the rest is fine.” I smiled gratefully at him and closed my eyes as he kept up the now deep strokes with the dildo. It didn’t take long to return to that peaceful, carefree place of my total submission. My nerves were stronger than my weakened body, sending pulses to every centimeter of my skin, turning every sensation into pleasure.