“Five more to go.” He shifted around, reaching beneath her to pinch her nipples. She felt the twinge of pleasure straight down to her pussy, but it still wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. The last five spanks came without any preamble. She was so far gone by this point the pain didn’t register any longer, having melted into that hybrid mix of pleasure and numbness. She couldn’t fight the sensations anymore, so she simply let them wash over her.
It was heaven.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He squeezed her ass cheeks, sending another wave of pain through her. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you.”
She nodded, unable to speak any longer. He didn’t condemn her for not speaking, and instead ran a finger gently down the length of her spine, before pulling away. Tegan couldn’t see what he was doing, but she recognized the sounds. The swoosh of denim falling down, the thunk of his belt buckle hitting the floor, the unmistakable noise of a condom wrapper being torn open.
Yes, this was it. Once again she’d feel the press of him into her. God, it shouldn’t be this intense between them. Not this quickly, at least.
Closing her eyes, she waited.
Like his spankings, there was no subtlety in his approach. He got up onto the bondage bed behind her, grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her with a single thrust. That unrelenting push was almost enough to shove her over the edge. She gritted her teeth and did her best to keep her body relaxed. Thank God there was no contact on her clit. She wouldn’t have been able to stop herself otherwise.
“You’re so fucking hot. I’ve been looking for someone special, someone like you for so long. You challenge me in a way no one else ever has.”
Tegan tried to look back at him, but bound as she was, she couldn’t manage it. He slapped her hip and she instantly dropped her cheek back to the bed.
“You look when I say you can look.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That night years ago when we were together stayed with me.” He slowed his thrusts, keeping Tegan on edge. “After the fire I even went to some of the other clubs to see if you would show. I’ve never wanted to find a woman so much in my life.”
“Please.” A sob escaped her. “I need...I can’t...”
“But you never came. I knew you’d show tonight though. I’ve been waiting for you, wanting to show you how good we could be.”
There was suddenly a new sound—the snap of a cap being opened. The lube was cool as it trickled across her asshole. The rubbing of his thumb insistent, until he forced it past the ring of muscles. The sudden fullness of her body coupled with the sensitivity of her skin pushed Tegan to the brink. She opened her mouth to beg, plead for release, but she’d lost the ability to speak. Nothing else existed except him and her, pain and pleasure. Her muscles quivered and an inner fire threatened to consume her.
He leaned forward, his thumb going deeper into her ass while his cock became buried to the hilt. “Come. Now.”
There was no gentle cresting of pleasure for her, no pulsing waves that rippled out through her body. This was an orgasm that shattered her universe, tore her apart with fire, ripping through every cell instantly. Her mind blanked and all she was aware of was the pounding of Master Grant and the pleasure that consumed her.
He squeezed her hips as he came. Unlike her cries of pleasure, he didn’t make a noise. Even in his release he was controlled, contained—the perfect Dom. With one final powerful thrust, he came to a rest. She shivered, her body completely beyond her control. He silently slipped from her body and disposed of the condom. She was only aware of his return when she felt his fingers rubbing soothing lotion into her skin.
“No welts and no broken skin. You’ll be fine if you want to keep playing tonight.”
Tegan couldn’t muster the strength to respond. Instead, she let him release her hands from her ankles, and slip the bondage mitts from her hands. He then straightened out her limbs, taking time to rub the life back into each of them. When he got to her face, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“Are you okay?”
She opened her eyes and looked into his. He’d come out of his Dom role and she got the impression this was the man, Grant, who asked the question. She managed a smile and a short nod.
“I’m going to pick you up and carry you over to one of the proper beds. I need to check you over and make sure I didn’t do any serious damage.”
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, curling her into his body so she could enjoy his warmth. He hadn’t bothered to put his pants back on, so as he sat down on the recovery bed, Tegan came into contact with flesh. She liked the way he felt, the coarseness of his hair and the press of his half-erect cock against her sensitive ass.
She let herself float until she got her body back under control. “So...you were looking for me?”
He chuckled, a deep, relaxing sound. “Yeah. Josh used to tease me about my infatuation. I was new to town and didn’t have a handle on the club, let alone knowing what someone like you would expect from me.” He cupped her cheek. “Now I do.”
Whoa.
She’d long given up on the idea of having a shot at a serious relationship. Most guys she dated weren’t into the whole Dom thing, and they certainly weren’t about to let her have her way with them. With the exception of Eli, most Doms weren’t cool with the idea of her either taking control for a night, or inviting someone else in so she could. But she couldn’t help but think he might be more than a little different when it came to relationships.
Maybe this strange stirring she felt in her gut was more than simple attraction or lust. If she really thought about it, perhaps what she was feeling toward him wasn’t sexual attraction at all, but rather an emotional one.
“You look exhausted. Were you done for the night? Did you want me to take you somewhere else, get some food and water into you?”
Tegan pressed her head to Grant’s shoulder. “I’m not sure.” She turned her face and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of sex and sweat.
“I’d certainly be happy to keep playing.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Or that offer of a coffee is still open. Either way, I’d like to spend more time with you. Get to know all the other bits of Tegan, and not just your submissive side.”
Tegan shivered and Grant wrapped his arms around her a bit tighter.
Tegan wants to try the violet wand.
Tegan wants to try the St. Andrew’s Cross.
Tegan wants to leave.
Please Go Back and Make a Selection.
Magic Wand
Go Back
Tegan stood in front of a chair that looked far too unassuming for her liking. She’d been on the receiving end of an e-stim machine only once before, but the contact had left her tingling with phantom sensations for hours afterward. That had only been a demonstration that she’d volunteered to play submissive for. Tonight she was about to be faced with something far more intense.
More pleasurable.
Extremely aware of Master Grant standing behind her, she walked around the chair, taking in all of the features. There was a basket of accessories beneath. Now this was a fun and unexpected assortment of fun. Bending down, she rummaged through the pile, considering the various options available to them before she picked up something she hadn’t used in a long time.
“A violet wand.” She looked up at him and smirked. “These can be fun, Sir. The last time I played with one my partner was impressed with my responsiveness.”
“I can tell from the hardness of your nipples and that charming blush how much you like the idea.” He closed the distance between them and wrapped a hand around her throat. The touch was possessive rather than painful as he flexed his fingers against her skin. “This wasn’t quite what I had in mind tonight, but I’m nothing if not flexible.”
She tried to nod her head, but his hand prevented any movement. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I’m going to tie you to that chair and I’m going to make your body sing. But first, there is something I need to do.”
He turned her face and kissed her hard. His tongue was punishing as he explored her mouth, reminding her that he was in charge of her pleasure tonight. She swayed against him, not caring if it went against the rules or not. She needed this man.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. “It’s been a while since I played with one of these. I want you to sit in the chair and stay as still as possible.”
The vague recollections of what the wand felt like crept back into her mind. The sensations had driven her mad, teasing the sensitive parts of her flesh. This time she was determined to keep herself together. “Okay.”
The wood was cool against her naked ass, the extra sensations serving to ramp up the anticipation of what was to come. He picked up the wand and flicked the switch. She immediately picked up on the soft hum coming from the shaft, and she couldn’t help but squirm in her chair.
“I said you’re not to move.” His words were spoken low, but seemed to echo through her. Serious tone, with just a hint of teasing. There was a playful side to Master Grant and she was fascinated by it. “Not an inch while I’m touching you. I would hate to have to stop because you couldn’t follow simple directions.”
Instead of pressing the tip of the wand to her skin the way she assumed he would, he adjusted the setting and grasped the shaft in his left hand. With his right, he reached out and ran his fingers across her nipples, sending a warm tingle across her skin where he made contact. She sucked in a breath, her gaze lowering to watch his path across her body.
“There are so many things you can do with the wand.” He pinched her nipple, focusing the sensation. “I can make you jump, or I can drive you mad with a gentle caress.”
Her nipples hardened against his open palm, and it took great effort to maintain her posture. She wanted nothing more than to collapse against his body and beg him to fuck her. Apparently, she’d grown impatient as a submissive over the past few months. Who knew?
Master Grant thankfully ignored the small twitches from her as he continued to tease her body. Running his fingers across every inch he could find, he smiled with every gasp she made, and lingered in those spots. He skipped her pussy, but came back to it in the end. Giving her bare mound a tap with his finger, he smirked. “This will be fun.”
She wanted to look down to see how big her clit had grown, knowing it would be red and swollen from her arousal. He made a pleasant hum in the back of his throat and rubbed the top of her clit with his thumb.
“Anxious, I see.”
“Yes, Sir.” She was about ready to explode.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to move things along too quickly.”
Shit. She bit back a groan as he pulled away. Master Grant released his grip on the wand and adjusted the setting.
“Let’s see how sensitive you are.”
The press of the wand to the inside of her thigh had her twitching. Her gaze flew to where he’d pressed it into her skin, shocked at the strength of the electric touch.
“Oh yeah. I bet I could make you come by fucking you with this. The charge is exactly what you need to get off.”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
He grinned. “Let’s see what attachments we have to play with.” He reached beneath the chair and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from yelling at him to hurry the hell up.
“Ah, here we go.” He snapped a long glass dildo into place on the end of the wand. “I’ve been told the samurai sword is pleasurable. How long do you think you’ll last with this? Should we time you?”
Dear God, there was no way she’d be able to hold back for long, even after her earlier orgasms. “If you want to, Sir.”
Tegan couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he stroked the shaft of the glass cock. “I very much do. Keep your legs wide.”
She felt a quick tingle of a charge against her skin as he pressed the glass head to the side of her knee. Goose bumps immediately rose on her thigh, following the slow path he made as he traced circles up her body toward her pussy. As he got close to her mound, he switched legs and made his way back down in the opposite direction.
“You’re a tease, Sir.”
“And you’re a very toppy sub.” He gave the top of her thigh a slap, though his lips twitched into a small smile. “I told you not to move.”
She groaned as the tiny jolts felt as if something were nibbling at her skin. He shifted again, this time to tease her nipples with the tip of the cock. Making concentric circles with the dildo, he continued until her breasts tingled and prickled as the jolts moved her muscles and charged her body. It was intense, yet not as painful as some things she’d experienced over the years.
He dropped to his knees in front of her as he lifted the wand from her skin. “Let’s see how far you can take this. I want you to hold back for as long as you can. Tell me before you come.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She moaned from the intense sensations against the sensitive nub as he pressed the head to her clit. Fuck, it was as if a hundred tiny fingers were teasing her pussy all at once, both inside and out. He grinned before he pressed the head of the dildo into her pussy.
“Oh God!” She bucked against the restraints, but they held her fast. “Fuck!”
“That’s the idea, sweetheart.”
He began to slowly pump the glass cock into her body. The tiny jolts heated and teased her pussy everywhere it contacted with her skin. She could feel her juices coating the insides of her thighs, easing the way for the cock. Shit, she’d never been this turned on this quickly before. Hell, she’d never been with a man who’d been able to make her come so often in such a short time.
Master Grant kept the pace steady as he fucked her body with the wand. It was overwhelming, the soft electric charges rolling through her body with every slide of glass against skin. The only way she was able to hold still was to squeeze the sides of the chair with her hands. Fuck, she was ready to fly apart at the seams.
It didn’t help that he was staring at her with a look as electric as the wand’s caress. She couldn’t mentally retreat from him, wasn’t sure she wanted to as he consumed her with everything he was.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so close.” He increased the rate of his thrusts, adding a twisting motion as he withdrew the cock from her body. “I want to hear you scream.”
“Fuck.” She was shaking now, her body no longer under her control.
“Let go. Let me take care of you.”
No one truly wanted to do that. No matter how many times she slipped into her sub self, the Doms were only ever interested in her for a night. What were the chances that he was any different from the others?
And yet, there was something different. A look she’d catch from him when he was turning away from her. A glimpse that perhaps his feelings were genuine.
It was that thought, along with the press of his thumb against her clit, that pushed her over the edge. She managed to get her mouth open, wanting to do what he asked and tell him, but the words refused to come. It didn’t matter. He understood.
He nodded, giving his permission. Her orgasm came so hard and fast, it threatened to consume her body. She screamed and couldn’t keep her eyes open as the waves of intense pleasure rolled through her. She was shaking, her body coated in a light sheen of sweat as she tried to get herself under control.
When she was finally able to open her eyes again, he was watching her intently. He was still fucking her with the dildo, his free hand squeezing the top of her thigh.
“God, you’re so fucking... That was beautiful. Let’s see if we can make it happen again.”
This time her orgasm came with little effort. She did her best to maintain his gaze, but she couldn’t. Not when he pressed the dildo as far as he could inside her and twisted the rod. Her entire core came alive and the pleasure ripped from every inch of her, every bit as intense as her first orgasm.
Fuck.
“You’re gorgeous like this. Sweaty and helpless. Only able to take what I give you. You make me want to do this all night, play with you. Deny myself the one thing I want more than anything else, just so I can see how far you’ll go.”
He withdrew the cock from her body, turned it off and tossed it to the floor. She didn’t have the strength to do anything but watch as he stood in front of her and pulled out his cock from his still-open pants.
“Look at you.” He shifted to the side so his cock was close to her face. “You’re all fucked out. Your skin is flushed, sweaty. You’re amazing.”
She couldn’t help but lick her lips as he began to stroke his cock. The angry head would disappear into his foreskin, only to reemerge slick and coated in pre-come. His gaze traveled down her body—down her face, across her breasts, lingering on her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her again, but she knew her body wasn’t ready for it either. Instead she found enough strength to open her mouth and stick out her tongue.
“Fuck yeah.” He shuffled closer and began to stroke in earnest.
The head of his cock contacted with her tongue, letting her wet his skin as she tasted his essence. From this angle, it was also easier to keep her gaze on his face. Shit, he was handsome. Shaved head and hazel eyes so intense it was as if he could look into her soul.
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