“You do like it, don’t yo
u? Not all vibrators are suited to everyone. I got lucky the first time around,” he said, fluttering the tip of his thumb across her earlobe. “I’ll use this one on you the first time I punish you. Not now. Another time.”
She stiffened at that. “You mean . . . whip me?”
“Whip you? Of course not.” Understanding hit him. “Oh, you mean what you saw,” he said quietly. “That was a flogging, not a whipping. And the case was entirely different, like I told you before. Astrid has far more experience than you. And she tends to like it . . .”
“Rough?” Emma asked shakily, licking away some sweat gathering on her upper lip. The vibrator was warming. Between the heating mechanism and the vibrations, it was charging her pussy with more incendiary energy than she’d ever experienced. How was it that she’d never treated herself before to this experience? Probably because she hadn’t realized it could ever feel this good. Besides, Vanni’s heated stare and stroking hand was perhaps the most active ingredient to her pleasure.
He frowned. “She believes she does. She doesn’t realize that I’m actually careful to give her a sense of what she wants while never harming her.”
Her mouth trembled. His brow quirked. She looked at him helplessly. She’d forgotten what they were talking about while under the influence of the buzzing vibrator. He seemed to guess her dilemma.
“It’s okay,” he muttered. “None of that will happen now. Only what I told you. Now straighten up,” he said, stepping closer and putting his hand on her bottom, urging her to stand upright again. He reached up toward her bound hands. “Here is the controller. You control the amount of power you want like this.” He put his fingers on top of hers and manipulated them to push the buttons. “That’s down, and that’s up.”
She gasped at the increased stimulation. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, her head falling forward. His hands dropped away.
“You have the control. For now you do,” he reminded her, a dark edge to his tone. He encircled her waist with his arms, his big hands stroking her sides. She shuddered uncontrollably, her clit going from a simmer to a burn in a matter of seconds. She punched blindly with the buttons and the direct, focused stimulation eased to a delicious buzz, sending tingling sensations up her spine.
“Better?” he murmured, kissing her neck.
“Yes,” she whispered. She turned her head, suddenly wild to feel him. He accepted the invitation of her proffered lips, capturing her mouth with his and pulling her closer into his embrace. It all was so new to her. So heady and powerful. She felt herself swimming in a sea of desire. His hands moved over her hip, waist, belly, and thighs, his focused, eager caresses leading her to believe he was as hungry as she was. He pressed to the side of her, the fly of his pants against the curve of her hip. The round, firm shaft of his erection pressing against her skin, the sensation taunting her. She’d never held him naked in her hand. She’d never held him naked in her arms. The realization was suddenly unbearable. The vibrator only amplified her burning, boiling want.
How was it that he made her desire for him so acute? Was it because she couldn’t touch him while he touched her wherever and however he chose? He’d made her the focused object of his desire, but in the process, he made her want him with a slashing, single-minded sexual intent she’d never known.
He broke their kiss. “What is it?” he asked, caressing her ass with one large hand.
Emma blinked. She realized she’d been moaning into his mouth as her fever rose. She gritted her teeth and clamped her vaginal muscles around the vibrator.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered.
“That’s good,” he said, nipping at her sensitive lips. His long fingers slid down the crack of her ass and continued. He pushed lightly against the end of the vibrator inserted into her vagina, pressing it like a button, in and out, in and out. She gasped, her entire body beginning to tremble, on the verge of explosion. Oh God, what was happening to her?
“It’s not good,” she said desperately. “Because you won’t let me touch you.”
“It’s good because your desire will make your pleasure sharper,” he explained, removing his hand and stepping behind her. She bowed her head, clamping her eyes shut, disappointed that she couldn’t even see his handsome face anymore, let alone touch him. She could only feel, and she’d never done it more in her life. He’d made everything sharper. More imperative. He bracketed her hips in his hold and he stepped forward, his fly brushing against the upper part of her buttocks. His hand dipped between their bodies and she felt him readjusting his cock. Her eyes popped open at the sensation of his long, heavy erection pressing against her ass and lower spine. He squeezed her buttocks and flexed subtly against her. She cried out in excitement.
“Anyone can come, Emma. I want you to burn. I want you to have the memory of your pleasure stamped in your consciousness forever.”
“I am burning,” she said, her pleasure and need a sweet agony. “I will remember.” She backed against him, circling her hips, craving the sensation of his hard body and cock. God, she was writhing against him like a cat in heat, but she didn’t care. For a moment, he firmed his hold and ground her ass against his erection. He groaned gutturally.
“What a sweet little ass,” he muttered thickly. “God, the things I want to do to you . . .”
Emma gyrated more forcefully against him, aroused instead of intimidated by the edge to this tone. It felt so good, so hot, so delicious. He popped the side of her buttock with his palm. She halted her mindless writhing, shocked at the sensation.
“Just a little reminder,” he said. His hands swept up her belly. He took her breasts into his palms and began to squeeze them, this time more lewdly than last.
“A little reminder of what?” she asked in a choked voice. His cock was still pressed to her backside, but he no longer was grinding against her. The sheer weight of his arousal next to her skin drove her mad, but he’d spanked her for crushing herself against him.
“That you hold the controls,” he rasped, massaging her breasts, his actions bold and lascivious. It felt good, naughty. Exciting. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Then do it,” he bit out, pinching her nipples lightly between thumb and forefinger while he moved his hands up and down, bouncing her breasts. Emma squealed, punching the button several times. The pulsation escalated to a breathtaking pace. Her body ignited. He stepped forward abruptly, encircling her in his arms, capturing her first shudder of climax.
“Oh yeah. That’s good,” he said thickly in her ear as she came almost violently. It took her a moment to decode what his hot mutterings meant, bliss shook her so hard. “That’s right. Keep it coming,” he demanded, and another wave of pleasure hit her, and another.
At some point, he reached up and turned off the vibrator. He must have realized her body was too busy short-circuiting to stop it. She heaved a sigh and sagged against him, panting . . . undone. He stroked her arms and shoulders. He throbbed against her backside, heavy with need, but still lingering over his task of pressing his lips against the skin of her nape. He tasted her sweat with the tip of his tongue and she felt his hunger.