Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
I felt amazing like that.
The buzz of the wand sent my clit into squirms and flutters that were outside of my control. His movements were slow and firm, grinding the hard tip of the massager against the softness of me. Back and forth, pressing it tight, rolling it around and around until I groaned and bucked and toppled over the edge.
The orgasm was quick and intense, and I breathed in little gasps as he gave me a moment to recover. I startled at the realisation it was literally just a moment.
“Again…” he said.
My body was jumpy and wired, but he pressed that wand against my throbbing clit and made me take it all over again. The sensations built up so quickly – from squirmy to needy to desperation.
“Beautiful,” he said.
“I can’t… It’s… It’s…”
“I know,” he said. “It’s intense…”
“I’m going…”
“Let it go, Helen,” he said. “Just let it go.”
I was noisy on the second orgasm and I couldn’t help it. It ripped through my senses like a firework, rattling and spluttering and hissing its way around my body until I was yanking at my chains and flailing against the rope. Nothing budged. Nothing moved.
He used his mouth next, and I was wet and squirmy and noisy for him. He pushed two fingers inside, and he moved them around until I groaned. And then there was more buzzing.
“Fuck…” I hissed. “Oh, fuck…”
“Again,” he said. “Take it, Helen.”
I gritted my teeth and bucked against the wand and showed him how much I wanted it.
“That’s my girl.”
My brain unravelled and bailed, and I was nothing but nerves and muscles and strain. And throbbing. My clit throbbed and tickled and buzzed until I cried out his name.
“Good girl…”
He turned it up and I lost my mind. I started panting, feral and crazy, and my hips were bucking as he brought me off again, only this time it shot through my entire body, a sizzling jolt of fire and ice and craziness. I thrashed my head from side to side as it subsided, and he turned his attention to my breasts. He flicked and squeezed and ground his fingers into my flesh, and all of it kept me on fire.
I let out a whimper as he turned up the wand again.
“Relax,” he said. “Let it happen.”
“It’s so sensitive…”
“You’re swollen like a juicy little peach.”
“Oh, fuck, Mark… I don’t think I can…”
“You can,” he said, and pressed those vibrations back against my tender clit.
This time he fucked me with his fingers at the same time, and I was delirious. He’d slow it down, so slowly it was almost torture, only to speed back up again until I squealed and squirmed and threatened to combust. He tormented me in the most blissful ways, using my own body against me until I couldn’t even think straight.
I was sweaty, and trembling and babbling a stream of incoherent mumblings when he brought me to the edge again.
“Come,” he said. “Come for me and call my name. What’s my name, Helen?”
“Mark…” I hissed. “Mark, sir…”
“That’s it.” He turned the speed up and it knocked my breath. “What’s my name, Helen?”
“Mark! Mark, sir! Please, sir, fuck, Oh, fuck…”
“Scream for me Helen…”
I’d been reserved my whole life, hardly any dramatics, hardly any need to shout and scream and wail. It didn’t come naturally.
“Helen… I want to hear you…”
“I… I can’t…”
“Come on, Helen. Let it go…”
“Mark, please! Oh, fuck, sir, please, sir!”
He turned it up again and my clit throbbed and pounded.
“MARK, PLEASE! FUCK ME!”
“That’s my girl…”
“MORE, PLEASE! OH GOD MORE!”
The massager pressed tight to my swollen pussy, and it made me jerk like a fish, and when he sent me over the edge for the final time I had no reservations left. I screamed and bucked and thrashed in my restraints and called his name and begged him to stop and begged him to carry on, until I didn’t have any breath left.
And then I twitched. I twitched and spluttered as my body exploded.
He let me catch my breath before he turned off the wand, and ever so tenderly he pressed his mouth to my lips.
“Good girl.”
He uncuffed me, but I was too jittery to move. My legs shook and my hands felt tingly, and my skin was sheened with sweet.
“I can’t get up,” I said, but I was smiling.
His breath was warm on my ear. “What on earth makes you think I want you to?”
***
Mark
Helen’s body shuddered divinely – clammy with sweat and excitement. Her limbs were floppy and malleable, and she rolled easily onto her front as I manoeuvred her.
I smoothed her damp hair into a ponytail.
“You know what’s coming now, don’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes…”
I ran my fingers down her spine, and she released a delightful moan as I spread her ass cheeks. She squirmed at the exposure, and my eyes were greedy for her most private beauty. She shot me a glance over her shoulder with hooded eyes.