He grunted, and his body jerked in small spasms. She surmised he was coming.
To her relief, he backed down. The pounding had been a little too hard for her to focus on her pleasure. His thrusting having eased, she could now feel her own climax building. He dragged his cock in and out of her, making her shiver with every stroke.
Please, please let me come this time.
“My pet wants to come, doesn’t she?”
Before she could stop herself, she whimpered. He smiled and caressed her clit with his thumb.
O.M.G.
“Please,” she whispered, “can I come?”
“You know the answer to that.”
God help me.
She stared into his eyes, pleading even though she didn’t want to.
A bloodcurdling cry tore from her mouth when he pulled the string, sending the clothespins flying.
“Motherfucker!” she grunted, then braced herself for the second unzipping.
But instead of the string, he reached for the wand and turned it on. She almost sobbed when pleasure started flowing from her nether regions. Her poor confused body didn’t know what to make of it all. There was pain. Then pleasure. Then pain. Then pleasure. Sometimes, the pain and pleasure even started to meld together.
“Ready to use your out?” he asked.
I can’t.
Taking the string, he ripped off the other clothespins. This time she was prepared for how much it would smart, but she still wailed at the snapping of the clothespins.
I’m done. I can’t take any more.
Her body was on fire in so many different ways, she didn’t know what she wanted. The world before her blurred.
“You want to tell me what you know or should we go on to round two?”
She turned to look at him. For what felt like several minutes, they stared at one another in silence. His eyes beseeched her: tell me.
Slowly, she shook her head in answer.
“Fuck,” he swore to himself.
Turning on the wand, he put it to her clit. His cock was still hard, still buried inside her. Holding the wand in place, he rocked his hips.
The vibrations had never felt so good. He had never felt so good. The combination was the most marvelous thing she had ever felt. She needed this and didn’t care how high she would go, born on waves of the finest rapture. Somewhere, a warning voice cautioned that this was just the beginning of the next torment, that he wasn’t going to let her come. But she had already surrendered to the scintillation building between her legs.
“Come, Kimani,” he ordered.
She would have come with or without his permission, thrust to the heights of bliss. She cried out this time in ecstasy. When he pulled out, she felt wetness stream from her and heard it splash upon the floor. Her body shuddered in pleasure and relief.
He speared himself back into her, thrusting, pushing her back up that orgasmic plateau. A new stream of wetness gushed from her when he jerked out before slamming himself back in. She heard his roar, felt him trembling, and then a new and separate heat filled her. He bucked against her several times, driving himself deeper, the throbbing of his cock stretching her.
He had come, but she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Fuck. Why the hell wouldn’t she just tell him what he wanted to know?