“Forced orgasms.”
“What?” I gasp.
He smiles at me. Walking around to stand at my back, he says, “A woman or man lies down on the table and is strapped to it. The Dom then brings the sub to orgasm. Multiple times.” He places his hands on my hips, and I jump.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers. “All you have to do is lie there.” He kisses my neck, and my head falls to the side. “And get off. Again.” His hand trails down my waist. “Again.” His hand slips between my legs, and I whimper. “And again. Your body will be shaking. Your skin covered in sweat. Your mind foggy. And limbs heavy.”
“Have you done this before?” I ask breathlessly. Not liking the heat that rushes up my spine in preparation of him saying yes.
“No. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to do it to you.” He presses his hips into my ass, and I shiver when I feel how hard he is.
I feel the tension drain from my body knowing he’s never done it before. “How long?” I question.
“As long as they want. The sub is the one strapped to the table. Naked. Wide open and vulnerable. But they have all the power. The sub says when they’ve had enough. When they want to stop, the Dom stops.”
I close my eyes. “Do it to me?”
His hands come up the back of my neck, and he grips my hair. Slowly, he pulls my head back, and imagining the picture he just painted for me has me already panting. It sounds breathtaking.
“Get undressed for me, Em.” Then he pulls away, not even bothering to question my words.
I undo my shoes and kick them off along with my jean shorts and T-shirt. Then my bra and underwear. I stand naked, facing the table. My heart is pounding, and my hands are sweaty. He stands silently behind me, but I can feel his eyes on me.
“Crawl on the table and lie on your back,” he orders.
I comply.
He goes to the foot of the table and spreads my legs wide. He places my right ankle over the strap and buckles me in the belt-like restraint. The inside is lined with fur, so they’re cool and soft. He goes to the other ankle and secures it as well.
Then he moves to my side. He secures another belt across my hips. It’s tight, pinning me to the table. His eyes meet mine as he reaches around my neck. “Look up,” he orders, and I do as he says, tilting my head back. Another thick belt is placed over my throat, and I swallow as he buckles it in place. I take in a shaky breath.
“You okay?”
I go to nod but can’t. The thick leather strap across my neck prevents any movement. I have to keep my head tilted back. “Y-Yeah,” I stutter and then cough to clear my throat.
He pulls my arms above my head and secures both of them. I’m stretched tight and strapped down.
I begin to pant. My heart races. Sweat beads across my forehead and chest, and my backside is sticking to the black leather. He places his hands on my thigh and I jump. Leaning over, he looks down at me. “You let me know when the pain outweighs the pleasure. Understood?”
Pain? I thought this was about orgasms. I feel like that would be a stupid question, so I just say. “Yes.”
“Your safe word is black. Repeat it.”
Safe word? “My safe word is black.”
He nods. “Good girl.” He walks away leaving me alone strapped to this table, and I hear him on the other side of the room. A drawer opens and closes, then I hear him walking back over to me. “After each orgasm, I’m going to ask you if you’re okay. Say yes if you are, and black if you want me to stop. Understand?”
“Yes.” I lick my lips and hear a vibrating noise. “What is …?”
Something presses against my pussy, and my body arches. I cry out as the sensation tickles my clit. “Oh God …” I gasp. My body fights the restraints. What felt cool seconds ago now feels like needles pricking my body. “Tita …” Before I can even finish his name, I’m coming. Harder and faster than I ever have.
The sensation stops all of a sudden, and my body sags against the table.
“Are you okay?”
I’m sweating, panting, and every inch of my skin feels extra sensitive. “Yyyeess.”
This time, I feel his fingers spreading me wide before he shoves two into me while placing the vibrator back on my clit. He finger-fucks me while the amazing toy takes me to a whole new level. The room spins. My eyes close, and I’m breathing so hard I feel like I’m hyperventilating. I’m coming again.
“You okay?” I hear his voice in the distance.