“Oh, please let me come,” I groan, undulating my hips.
Reed grunts in amusement. He takes one of his hands off my thighs and grabs my ass instead, squeezing my cheek and eliciting fresh surges of pain. The sting feeds my already intense arousal, increasing my desperate need for release.
“I’ll tell you when you can come,” he says.
Moaning, I nod in agreement, though I don’t know if he’s looking. I couldn’t string together a sentence right now if I wanted to, I’m so blasted by stimulation.
Reed uses both hands to spread my swollen lips, then dances his tongue across my clit. The orgasm welling up within fights to be unleashed; I struggle to keep it at bay, though I don’t want to. Reed has never ordered me to suppress an orgasm before — he’s never dominated me in such a tantalizing way. The pleasure of obeying him makes my need for satisfaction even deeper. He didn’t say what the consequence would be of coming without permission — perhaps there isn’t one. But maybe, if I do as he asks, he’ll reward me in some way. I definitely want to find out.
Yet, my screams are rising higher and higher, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. Reed’s tongue doesn’t stop for a moment.
“Please!” I beg. “I can’t-”
“Hold it!” he says, barely interrupting his rhythm.
I moan, twisting in place. Grasping the blanket in my hands and teeth, I scream into the fabric, wetting it with my tears.
“Okay, Quinn. You can come.”
I let the dam break, an eruption of ecstasy that drives all the pain from my body. Reed keeps stroking my sensitive flesh, lifting me higher and higher. An entire day of nearly unending torment evaporates in my mind, replaced with bliss, and the joy of complying with Reed’s demand.
Lost in subspace, I lose my composure for a time, drifting in and out of consciousness. When I come to, the afterglow still fills my body with an intense buzz, though I can feel soreness creeping back into the periphery of my perception.
“Welcome back, Quinn.”
Reed sits up on the bed next to me.
“Hey,” I groan, relishing the many varied sensations awakening throughout my body.
“So were you suitably distracted from the pain?” he asks, tapping my backside and grinning.
“Oh, I was,” I reply. “It’s starting to come back though. Maybe I could use a little more?”
Reed chuckles, pulling off his shirt. “Is that so? Your ass still hurting?”
“Big time.”
He leans down and kisses one of the bruises. “Better?”
I laugh. “Not really. Got anything else?”
He nods. “Yes. Get on all fours, and close your eyes.”
My pussy clenches, eager to comply with his orders. I can already feel my juices gathering, ready to start building another explosive orgasm.
I hear Reed open a drawer and then return to the bed. Then I feel a sharp new pain coming from my erect nipples. Opening my eyes, I see he’s attached a pair of clamps to my breasts, pinching hard.
“What’s this?” I groan.
“A distraction. Now you won’t think about your ass as much,” he explains, smirking.
“That’s not funny,” I whimper. “I thought you meant-”
He kisses me, holding my face to his.
That’s better, I muse, enjoying the touch of his lips. Tasting my sex on his tongue, I tremble in place, consumed with need. More importantly, though, is the need I feel coming from him, in his embrace. It’s easy for me to forget Reed is capable of tenderness. He doesn’t show it much. Considering the nature of his job, he’s probably not revealing that side of himself very often. Considering the situation we find ourselves in, it’s likely wise he doesn’t.
“I know what you meant,” he says at last. “Don’t worry, I think you’ll like this next distraction.”