Wanting So Bad, Loving So Good

by Bella Bentley

  The woman shifted her weight in her strappy heels encrusted in sparkly gems and her knees buckled in as her plump ass pushed out giving the audience a greater view.

  The lights paired to this song gave more space between the pulses and provided more of a view into seeing what was going on. She now moaned in a long drawn out high pitch and sounded like she was squirming in pure need. The mirrored tables on the side of the couch held empty glasses of the black drink of the viewers. A server came to refresh their drinks as the music died down to a very light beat of a new song. This lightness of the music escalated the intense moans of others in the room fucking, fondling and exploring BDSM.

  And then I heard a slight jingle of a bell coming from her direction before the music blasted again.

  “Did I hear a jingle?”

  “You did.”

  I continued watching her, feeling all sorts of heated feelings, until Kyle’s laughter disrupted my observation.

  “Did I miss something?” I said a bit loud since the music was growing to a level of almost like club like.

  “When the music gets louder, the intensity goes up in the room.”

  He was right. The moans around the room were getting louder and I could feel the energy of the intense build up. So much so, I was almost sure I just creamed right then and there. I was so hot and horny I couldn’t take much longer!

  “It’s a clit clamp.”

  “A what?”

  “You’ve never seen one before?”

  “I haven’t?”

  “Oh you’re missing out.”

  I was just about to say something about how clearly there was a whole new e world to explore when I saw him lean forward to one of the men on the couch and say something in his ear.

  The man nodded and pressed a button on the side glass mirror. Suddenly, she was spun around and I now saw that she stood on a small circular stage of sorts. As she turned around, that’s when I saw the diamond-clad nipple clamp and the look of desire on her face. And that’s when I also saw the clamp down below on her clit. A small satin string attached the clamp trailed away from her to the hands of the other man on the left side of the couch who pulled ever so lightly on the clamp just before the light flashed to dark again and the strobe flickered faster and faster to where I nearly lost my balance.

  “How can everyone stand the blinking light? I feel so dizzy.”

  “It’s to allow others to feel comfortable and to not fully be seen but still be seen, per se. Again, it’s all about the build up.”

  I nodded in understanding as the man lightly flicked his wrist and she cried out as he directed the string with the elegance of a director directing a symphony. Back...and forth...back...and forth...

  Her moans now were one of a woman nearing orgasm. Her head thrashed back and forth and her legs squirmed as he now made circles in the air with the satin strings, bringing her pussy to intense feelings judging by the way her body reacted.

  Her body convulsed into shakes and her sighs were so powerful, I had to take a sip of my drink to cool down from the heat my body exuded.

  Wow.

  Just as her cries sounded as if she reached a peak, he stopped the flicking and the jingle quieted. Her orgasm had been denied and she stood quacking in need.

  “She’ll get the orgasm of her life. Trust me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The music shifted to an exciting electrifying tune—a melody with beats that naturally felt as if they escalated your being to a higher level of consciousness.

  I felt the commanding beat in my heart beating as one and with the affects of the drink, the music, the lights, the ambiance, I started feeling all inhabitations I had felt of doing something sexual in front of others slowly disintegrate. Not to mention the pleasure others seemed to be experiencing and the fun.

  Yet there still was that moaning that had persisted since the moment we arrived. The cries continued to transition from high-pitched cries to low drawn out moans.

  “Why does whoever that is sound that way?” I said as loud as I could so he could hear me but not too loud so others wouldn’t look at me and think—aw, newbie.

  His mask tickled my ear as he bent down to hungrily say, “I’ll show you. Come on.”

  His hand grasped mine and I felt like I belonged.

  We could be anywhere, a rainforest, a crowded city, a mall, taking a walk in the park, or...here, at this sexy party, and people could be shouting, screaming, laughing, talking about us, talking about whoever and in this moment, it didn’t matter because we felt like one beating heart.

  One person.

  And as he led me to wherever he was taking me, I pushed down my nerves and my fears. My nerves of what I would see and my fear of losing something that felt so right.

  The sheer curtain was strewn shut from high railing from above. All I could see in the flashes of strobe lights was a woman lying on some sort of reclined table that resembled a gynecologist table.

  Another flash of light revealed her legs spread eagle and some type of machine that had what appeared to be a dildo thrusting in and out of her.

  I froze in my tracks.

  I had never seen anything like it in my life and my pussy responded in curiosity as new pools of desire seeped in my panties.

  The next few flashes of light were faster now with the thumping beats of the music and I got a better look at what was going on. Some sort of dildo was attached to a machine that was set to continually thrust in and out of her. In front of her view was a digital clock like the one down stairs displaying as the seconds passed and the milliseconds were listed.

  She moaned as her head rolled from side to side, I felt myself pooling with a desire unknown to me. Why would I ever think that was sexy? Well, obviously, judging by my body’s reaction, it sure did elicit some heck of a response.

  I could see a few men sitting in chairs with side tables and drinks. I couldn’t see the look on their faces hence their mask and the flashing of light.

  But they sat puffing cigars and the smoke drifted to an open terrace judging by the way the sheer curtain fluttered from the cool sea breeze. I could taste and smell the saltiness of the water mixed with cigar smoke.

  “How long...?” I couldn’t even finish my question because I had a feeling it had been at least since we’d arrived because I heard the moans and I had seen something—some sort of machine—in the distance at first glance when we arrived. But I wasn’t sure what it was and I had no idea a woman was involved.

  “Does she...I mean...”

  “Everything here originates from your own desire. She has her safe word, too.”

  I was just about to ask more questions but that’s when I felt that undeniable touch of his tighten on my hip and I felt his soft juicy lips on my salty neck as he kissed along my collar bone.

  “So, kitten. What do you want to do here? What’s your poison?”

  I wasn’t sure what to say. But all I knew was my pussy was throbbing out of control. I felt my swollen lips swell and swell and I was ready to do about anything.

  I thought about the woman in front of me moaning, restrained for the beckoning of those who sat and watched. One man stood and turned some sort of wand on. Just the act of this sent her to a quivering cry.

  And the cry escaping from her lips sent my own lips into a quivering mess.

  I knew what was about to happen. I wondered how swollen her lips were with how long she had been there.

  The man stepped closer and her cries heightened as her body began to squirm in the restraints.

  Then he edged closer to her, to the very side so the machine continued to thrust deep in her. She cried out more and more until finally those high pitches returned I had first heard.

  She cried out so high and loud, I nearly came just watching and hearing it behind the sheer curtain. I knew her own diamond was getting polished by what appeared to be a vibrator wand and I wondered how many times this had happened.

  “I think I know what you
might like...follow me.”

  His suggestion waking me from my daze.

  He led me past them to an open terrace where no one was around in the outside cabanas.

  It felt refreshing to be out of the grand enveloping of the hypnotizing music and the lights and to see it all from the outside once again. I could hear the soothing waves down below and this naturally made me feel a bit more relaxed.

  I looked at the cabana and noticed an interesting looking lounge bed that one would see at an upscale hotel by the pool, except this one was more plush and there were satin straps coming out of slits in the lounge.

  I thought about the last time he fulfilled my fantasy at the club when I wanted to be restrained. Of course he knew I’d like that.

  “I don’t want that machine.” I said just to be clear. I know, it was erotic and all; I just wasn’t ready for something like that.

  He unzipped my dress and I was down to my lace panties and bra.

  On the side of the cabana was a shelf. He slid open the fogged clear slide and revealed quite an array of toys and devices. Most notable of them were several dildos, feathers, whips, and a digital clock.

  “Sooo...”

  I approached him and kissed him hard as my hands drifted towards his waist-band and reached for his hardening Kyle Junior.

  My hands raked up to his hard chest and I held on hard as he pulled away.

  “This is all about you babe. Lie down right there.”

  I turned to look at the cabana, laying on my back, feeling the incredible memory foam beneath me.

  My heartbeat doubled as he turned to me and smiled that devilish wicked grin.

  “You ready for the time of your life? I know your last fantasy we had at the club, where you wanted to be tied up was a huge turn on for you. Just wait.”

  He slowly trailed his fingers over my thighs that were crossed over each other. His light touch sending me over the edge of desire of wanting to skip over all foreplay and get down to business! I had been turned on with visual foreplay all night!

  He hit a switch on the side of the lounge and the bottom half of the plush lounge separated into a slight v. separating my legs in one POP movement.

  I screamed in fright.

  “Opps, sorry about that.” He laughed. “I pushed the wrong button.”

  He pushed another button and my separated legs were now bent slightly, elevated in a comfortable resting position. My pussy’s swollen throbbing lips were separated and my thong now rested between them, causing friction to lightly touch my begging mound. I squirmed feeling all worked up and ready to explode.

  He trailed his fingers over my thighs again. This time, letting his fingers trail along my delicate inner thighs, trailing right under the upper thigh down to my knee.

  I clenched in desire for what was to come and my nipples hardened.

  He continued this stroking as I lay there enjoying the pleasant feel, the slightest touch causing my bubbling desire to explode; and wanting him.

  At another push of a button, I now felt a slight vibrating sensation massaging my entire body from head to toe. It felt so nice and relaxing. I couldn’t help but laugh at the creation of the now apparent sex chair.

  Satin tie was laced around my free arm. I watched him lace tie after tie from my wrist up to the top of my lower bicep. One after the other, he tied a knot, and then another and another until he made his way to my legs and did the same...he laced them to the top of my knee.

  “And now my dear...”

  I smiled at him as he restricted my last limb.

  “Mmm...yummy.” I said as I lay my head back. He took a seat near the foot of the bed, a loose sheer cabana drape flowed against the back of his neck.

  I lay there with intense throbbing and my breath was elevating.

  He pushed a button on a cordless remote and my legs were slowly inched wider and they stopped as I lay completely spread eagle.

  I lifted my head off the table. “What do you have going on here, mister?”

  He stroked his bottom jaw as he placed a digital clock next to him on the side table and I saw the seconds quickly go by. I thought about the women on the first floor and wondered if they were still at it.

  He stood up and strolled over to me with a look of concentration as he took one of my arms and lightly trailed his fingers alone the inner portion of my arms, it was so sensitive. With the touch of another button, the upper part of the chair declined and I was nearing a very low lounging angle. The perfect pool lounging angle.

  He kissed me hard and passionate—one of those kisses that reminded me the way he kisses me down below. He sucked on my bottom lip and toyed with my gums. He left me breathless as I lifted my head for more.

  He trailed his fingers down my sternum and across the lace of my bra. My nipples begging to be touched. He slowly trailed down below my stomach, over my hipbone and directly over the thin fabric covering my eagerly pounding pussy.

  His fingers trailed over my very swollen clit and just at the touch of him, my hips bucked slightly at the natural reaction for wanting more.

  I looked at the time. It read 10:54:32.

  He trailed his fingers down my inner thighs and did it all over again. My collarbone, my nipples, my stomach, my hip bones, my engorged pussy, my inner thighs.

  And he did it one more time.

  He pushed another button on the remote and my legs began closing in slow motion. This slow movement made my pussy keenly aware of every feeling possible. The way my pounding aching inner walls drummed with a dull longing to be filled. My legs were now together and I felt my swollen lips pounding, vibrating and feeling each other and the thin fabric of my lace thong that now was bunched in one line that teased every centimeter of my mound. I was so horny, so turned on, so swollen that just the touch from my fabric in that right place would get me off.

  If we would just touch me now!

  He trailed his fingers over the top of my bra and let the pads drape lightly over the lace. Whenever he would land on my hardened nipple, he’d swirl his finger slowly in a small circle over the nipple. As he drew the small circle lightly, he’d draw it faster and a bit faster and I noticed my breathing caught and chills flooded up my neck and down my spine.

  I longed so badly just for him to touch me skin to skin.

  The clock read 11:00:42—6 minutes of tease—and I wondered how long this charade was going to last! I was going crazy with wanting to be undressed and touched and my swelling pussy was growing impatient too.

  I wondered when he was going to open my legs again because that pounding was growing to an aching intense longing to be released!

  He trailed his fingertips once again down to the top of my panties and traced the top and the outline that sit below my pelvic and low hips. He traced back and forth, back and forth until finally he lowered down just to the top of where my queen longed to be polished, to be touched. And he lightly started diving down in between my tight legs and drawing up with his finger, drawing up again, and drawing up again as a light sigh escaped my lips.

  He pushed a button and my legs, slowly this time, started opening as he continued the slow drawing up over my panties. The sensation of the cool ocean breeze against my ever growing widening pussy, and with the lightest touch of this finger, I felt an orgasm rising and this was first for me—to be stimulated to coming through my panties.

  I was dripping with hot need. My swollen lips now were engorged over my thong to the point that the thong itself began a little camel toe action and I was spasming like crazy. Then, he let the slightest of peaks with his pointer finger fill my swollen lips and he explored all the silky folds. My ample juices provided crazy lubrication only adding to my sensitivity and pleasure.

  I cried out in a light moan and my entire body bucked towards him, begging him to continue.

  The clock read 11:05:36 and I watched the seconds turn to a few minutes until he stopped.

  He left me with an aching need!

  I lay my head back
, breathless, panting and feeling so sexually frustrated!

  I watched him pull out a giant wand and I felt panic on the inside. Was that a giant dildo? There was a round giant tip at the top and I wondered even with all the lube in the world how it would fit. I wondered—

  Then a buzzing sound filled my ears as he turned the wand on.

  My queen knew exactly what it was then and she was about to be polished.

  The light vibration felt soft against my exposed folds. The fabric of the toy was thin and padded and soft and the feeling against my pussy lips made my eyes roll back and a louder moan escaped my lips. I wanted more. I needed more! My hips naturally bucked and my head turned side to side.

  Desire so strong that felt like pure electricity running down my entire body prompted me to know I was already coming.

  I cried out as my first wave crashed high, high, high into the realms of extreme pleasure. As I traveled down a bit, I cried a bit more. As I was enjoying the orgasm waves, he placed a belt over my hips with fur beneath the straps with buckles and I was now fastened securely to the bed. He now backed away and I realized then and there that I was at his complete disposal and the magic wand was brining me to a rip roaring orgasm as it was attached to the belt and no longer needed his assistance.

  As I cried out and floated on the wave after wave, my toes curling back I saw him form a wicked grin on his face as he sat down and pulled out a cigar and lit it and smiled.

  I cried out and my sighs were muffled into the salt ocean wind. Just as I was coming down from my orgasm, he finally decided to speak.

  “Do you trust me?”

  I nodded and bit my lower lip, my head fell back against the bed, tossing and turning as the vibration continued to bring the honey-pleasure until finally my orgasm was wrapping up as my entire body exploded for release.

  I cried out so loud, I shocked myself. I was now coming down and knew I was about to hit that sensitive part of over stimulation.

  He stood up and walked towards me and I could smell his expensive cigar smoke as he kept it between his teeth.