With his free hand he flicks my sensitive nipple, while he uses the vibrator in his other hand to bring it down on my sex. Pain and pleasure both fight to be dominant at that point, until everything is a big mish-mash of stimuli.
His mouth crashes down on mine, making any sounds I make disappear. I open up for him, and we kiss without holding anything back. But even in kissing he dominates me, searching out every part of my mouth and devouring me whole. The vibrator finds the exact spot between my legs to make me go wild, and perhaps it’s a good thing I’m strapped to a cross, because I don’t know if my legs will be able to keep me up for very long like this.
Stepping back again, Gil, Toby, who-ever the hell he is right now, leaves me feeling empty. He fumbles with some of the supplies he brought with him and quickly makes his way back.
He’s too quick for me to see what he’s doing, or maybe I’m too slow to catch on. Bringing his hands back around me, he uses a hand to spread my butt cheeks, a cool hard object softly pressing against my butthole. It feels slippery, but I forget to think about it when he brings his mouth on my nipple again. They’re starting to hurt now, and while his kisses are soothing, they still hurt a little.
What it does do, is distract me from what he’s doing to my ass. The tip of a toy gets pressed in, and I don’t even feel it burning. It’s small, and slick, and slides right in. When Toby presses a button, it starts pulsing, and I didn’t know I needed this in my life. A moan leaves my mouth, the sound soon getting smothered by Toby’s mouth.
He leaves the toy in, using his hands again to squeeze my ass and my breast. He makes sure not to touch my nipple, and I don’t know if that’s making it better or worse. God, I need to be touched, right now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this needy. And there’s absofuckinglutely nothing I can do about it.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what, Ginny?” he asks.
I look at him from beneath my lashes, my eyes falling on the glimmer of his silver nose ring.
“Please give me more.”
“What more?”
“Anything, really.” The tone of my voice could be considered begging at this point.
“Even if it’s more pain?”
My lips touch his lips when I speak. “Please.”
Something changes in the way he looks at me, his eyes seem to become a shade darker. He kisses his way down my neck, licking and sucking all the sensitive spots, until he suddenly unclamps the nipple clamps. The release of pressure hurts, which is something I didn’t expect to happen.
Then new clamps get applied, and a painful groan leaves my mouth. These really sting. Is it possible for clamps to make nipples fall off? He wouldn’t do that to me, right?
Deep down I know that everything he does will serve to make me feel very good in the end, but right now I’m having doubts about how much I can handle. The weird thing is that I can feel it between my legs, and I try to squeeze my thighs together to find some release. Being spread out like a butterfly is making that impossible though.
“Not the baby ones,” he says with a raspy voice, before he grabs something new from his never ending stock of supplies. He takes off the leather pants he is wearing, leaving him naked and proud in front of me. The buttplug is still happily vibing away, but my focus is on the pain on my nipples. My eyes close unwillingly, creating my own darkroom again.
“Please,” I whimper again.
After a foil packet gets opened, I hear a second distant buzzing before Toby uses his hand to guide his rubbered up cock through my folds. The condom only enforces the idea that as of right now, we’re total strangers. He rubs his cock up and down, spreading my slick, hitting me in just the right place every now and again. He lines himself up with me, and slowly inches in.
And it’s everything.
Once he’s bottomed out, I feel a vibration on my clit that I did not expect. I’d love to try to open my eyes to see what it is, but I can’t be bothered, I’m a little busy feeling too good. Vibrating cockring is my best guess, and that’s actually one of the few toys I’ve played around with in previous relationships before.
Toby starts thrusting into me with long, slow strokes. His hand goes to my breast again, and the most peculiar thing happens. The sting from the nipple clamps that were bordering on being too much just a moment ago, now feeling fucking epic.
My body crashes itself in an earth shattering climax before I have any time to prepare, and my whole body tenses as waves of pleasure ripple through it. He doesn’t ease up though, he just fucks me right through it.
He uses his hands to release the nipple clamps, and again, it hurts a little. Weird. What doesn’t hurt, is that one spot inside of me that he keeps pegging. He uses his hands to soothe everything. He kisses my neck, and when he moves his nose over my cheek, I turn my head so fast to crash my mouth to his that I almost pull a muscle.
Kissing him right now is like the only way to survive. The kiss itself is nothing to write home about. It’s mostly panting and nipping, but it’s my only way to touch him, which I would really like to do at this moment, but can’t.
“Good girl,” he praises me when I let go of his mouth for a second. I’m physically and emotionally spent, my body on the brink of what it can take. And Gil being Gil, or well, Toby, notices. He presses his mouth against mine again, kissing me softly, lovingly, while at the same time picking up the speed in which he’s fucking me.
“I need you to come for me again, Ginny,” he growls against my lips, and the timbre of his voice is what sets me off again. It’s a slow, long orgasm, that leaves me breathless while I feel it coursing through my body, making my pussy throb.
“You take my commands so well,” he half says, half groans and every brain cell I have lights up like it’s a christmas tree.
Dirty talking, praise, I seem to love being a good girl. Nothing wrong with that, right?