“Control your mind, sweet criminal.” I lower the vibrations. “Focus on my voice, not the sensation against your pussy.” Iturn it a little higher, barely a difference. “Feel every vibration through your body.” I turn it higher. “Allow every word to sink in.” Her breaths slow down; quiet moans leave her as she does exactly what I say. She focuses on my voice, and I turn the vibrations to low again. “Good girl,” I praise. I go to the wall display and grab a dildo. It’s a small one because I know anything else will be too much for her right now. I take the lube and a butt plug too before I approach her again. I lather the plug with lube before I walk behind the cross to deprive her of knowing what will happen next. I turn the vibrations up right as I push the plug into her ass. I hold my phone and the dildo in the same hand while I twist the plug with the other. She moans loudly, and that’s the green light I need to push the dildo into her next. I repeat the process, covering the silicone toy with lube. I lower the vibrations just enough before I turn it on high and push the toy inside her.
“Color, criminal?” I check with her.
“Yellow,” she tells me. I don’t hesitate. I turn the vibrations to low but don’t remove the dildo.
“You are okay, my sweet criminal,” I tell her in a low, comforting voice as I walk to stand in front of her again. I take the control panel in my hand and switch the cross upright again. She doesn’t react this time. She closes her eyes, trying to focus. Her pussy clenches around the silicone toy, keeping it inside her, and the butt plug is firmly stuck inside her tight ass.
I undo the buckles holding the harness with the vibrator on her and remove it. She is breathing slower now, and I can tell she is regaining her strength. Good girl.
“Color?” I ask again.
“Green,” she tells me without hesitation.
“Good girl.” She earned the praise, following my directions without arguing this time, even after her little bratty moment. She is being my good girl, just as I have expected her to be. Iremove the clamps next and replace the first one with my mouth. I suck on her nipple softly. A low moan is the reaction I was expecting.
“Color?” I check again before I continue.
“Green,” she quickly responds.
I grip the dildo with one hand as I hold the cross with the other to make sure I have a steady grip. I slowly move it in and out of her with gentle movements, as if I am afraid to break her. I am not, but her pleasure is a priority, and she learned her lesson for being a brat.For now.I continue fucking her with the dildo slowly, working her toward an orgasm. I can tell she is close as her breaths grow more rapid and her moans louder.
“Do you want to come, criminal?” I pick up my pace, moving the dildo faster, waiting for her response.
“Yes, please.” She doesn’t fail to give the right answer. Such a good girl indeed.
“You may come when I reach one,” I say and start counting.
“Ten.” I move the dildo faster, brutal thrusts in and out of her while I reach with my other hand for the paddle. I smack her thigh first. “Nine.” I smack the other side. “Eight.”
She moans louder. “Please, let me come,” she begs. Such a pathetic little slut. She can’t wait for just a few more seconds.
I let out a mocking laugh. “Not until I reach one,” I say and start again. “Ten.” I hit her breasts next.
“No! Why did you start over?” she protests.
I chuckle. “Every time you’re a brat, the countdown will start over,” I explain, then offer her the next number. “Nine.” A sigh of relief escapes her, as if she was expecting me to start over again, which I’ll admit I was tempted to do. I start moving the dildo faster, and the next number follows. “Eight,” I say, but this time I don’t slow down; my girl is barely holding on. “Seven.” I kneel in front of her and suck on her clit while I fuck her with the dildo, sucking all the sweet nectar she releases as she getscloser to her orgasm. “Six.” I breathe out the number before I suck harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Five.” I lick and suck more greedily, savoring the taste of her pussy the closer she gets to the edge. “Four.” The dildo slides in and out of her with ease, and sweet moans follow every movement. “Three.” Every number that follows gets her closer to an orgasm she’s eager to experience—one I am eager to provide for her. “Two,” I say and remove the dildo, replacing it with my fingers. I curl the two digits just slightly inside her, hitting the right spot as I fuck her with them, and breathe out the next number. “One.” I barely manage to say the word before a wave of her release hits me. She squirts like the fucking goddess she is, showering me with the evidence of her orgasm. I chuckle as I lick my lips and stand.
“Such a good girl. You did so good for me,” I say and help her out of the restraints. “Are you with me, criminal?” I ask as her body molds into my embrace. I take her down from the cross. She stands there bare, small, fragile, as if she could break at any moment.
“That was intense,” she finally says. I carry her to the velvet couch at the other end of the room. I place her body slowly on the furniture, parting her legs just enough to allow me access to the butt plug that is still inside her, and I pull it out. A soft moan leaves her lips; it’s not one of satisfaction but of relief. I reach for the mini-fridge next to it. I take out a water bottle and open it before I help her take a sip.
“You did so good. Drink for me.” I guide her to drink more. She isn’t fighting me. She drinks half the bottle before I take it away from her. We’re not done, but for now, she needs the rest. I take a seat beside her on the couch and pull her into my arms.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, because it’s important to know she’s doing okay.
“Like the universe decided to send me a real book boyfriend to complete all my fantasies.”
I chuckle. “And you haven’t seen anything yet,” I warn as I kiss the top of her head and hug her tighter.
Rachel
HE HOLDS ME AS MY BODYrecovers from the intense orgasm he’s just given me. It’s just the bare minimum, yet it’s more than what my ex ever did for me. He would finish first, and fast, leaving me unsatisfied. This man is barely taking any pleasure of his own. He puts me first, and that makes him even hotter in my eyes than he already is. As if he needs more points. He is already covered in tattoos with a body made by god. And as if that’s not enough, he is funny, confident, and likes to give more than take. Wake me up now because I am sure I am dreaming. Or better yet, because if this is a dream, I never want to wake up. I would much prefer staying asleep forever if it meant spending it in his arms.
His hand moves over my body, stroking my skin with his fingers in slow movements that raise goosebumps. He is gentle one moment, rough the next, and I am here waiting, begging for his next move. I am falling in love. I am getting addicted. This man is a fucking drug, designed to keep me hooked. And I fell for the damn trap like a bee to honey.
“Are you ready to continue?” he asks, not that he has to. I am. I will always be ready for him. I just know it.
“Yes,” I say with hesitation. Not because I don’t want to continue. I do. But I am not sure if that’s what he wants to hear. Is he asking because he wants to play again? Or is he just testing me?