Motherfucker!
If she could kill him right now, she would seriously consider doing it.
Except that he had returned with a magic wand.
Turning it on, he put it to her clit and pussy. Delicious vibrations made her forget the bite of the zapper. He cradled the wand at her clit while he finger-fucked her with the same hand. It was wonderful. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Please let me come. Please don’t let it be a setup for orgasm denial.
Part of her didn’t want to give in to the beautiful sensations for fear that he would leave her bereft.
“Permission to come,” she said through her gag, hoping he understood her.
He didn’t respond.
“Please,” she begged as her body rode the wave higher. “Please.”
Oh no. She was going to come no matter what.
“Please, please, please!”
“Come,” he ordered.
And with that, her body went into convulsions. Rapture exploded, blossoming to her head, out through her body. She was and wasn’t in her body, occupying some other dimension of pleasure. Of the most amazing, most decadent bliss. When he pulled out his fingers, wetness streamed from her. She almost sobbed from the relief and joy of it all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
As her head had no support, Ben released her from the suspension bondage. If he knew Kimani to be more experienced in rope bondage, he would have left her tied up longer. He once had a Japanese sub who could balance herself from a single-point suspension wrapped about her hips.
After unwrapping all the rope, he carried her to the bed. She was tired, but he was going to wrest another orgasm out of her before he was done. He settled himself between her legs and licked her folds. Her scent sent the blood coursing to his groin.
She purred softly as his tongue worked her clit. He feasted on her till her wetness dripped down onto the bed and she dug her hands into the bedsheet. As he continued the cunnilingus, he inserted his fingers into her sodden heat and drew out the moisture to transfer it to her anus.
“Wait!” she gasped when he put a digit to her puckered opening.
“Did you forget you told me to fuck your arse?”
“I did?”
“You said something along the lines of how nice and tight your arse is, ready to be stretched by your Master. And you’re right: I did want your arse the instant I saw it.”
“Oh,” was all she said, but she remembered.
“Don’t worry,” he soothed. “You liked it before, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but it hurt the first time I tried it.”
“I’m willing to bet you’re going to be a fan.”
“I hope so.”
He was rather touched that she was willing to give it a try with him. He flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled a pillow beneath her to prop her arse in the air, then went to grab some lubricant and a vibrator. Turning on the vibrator, he placed it in her hand and had her hold it to her clit. After kicking off his sweatpants, he rubbed the lube all over his cock. His balls were boiling with excitement. Her arse was going to be the pièce de résistance.
Settling behind her, he pressed the tip of his cock to her opening. The small hole resisted when he pushed.
“Relax,” he said, rubbing her lower back and massaging her buttocks with his free hand.
Holding himself, he allowed the vibrator to heat up her arousal before he pressed the head of his cock into her. His breath caught as he watched her arse swallow the crown. She gave a shaky gasp when the head popped into her fully.