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Sharp and deadly versus soft and vulnerable. Like fire to an arsonist, searing me, searing her.
Move on.
But the urge, ohmigod, the fucking urge took me in its vice, ground me up, spat me out all delirious. Those glittering shards embedded in my mind.
I retreated, backed away, breathing hard, stood there with my hands at my sides, overwhelmed.
I could look at this forever, my siren in wire.
“Pieter?” She searched blindly for me, carefully, so as not to rub on wire. “Where are you? Please?”
My cock was begging me so much I’d have fucked her in an instant.
Didn’t matter, none of it. The alternative was Gregor. I could help her still.
I understood now. A man faced with a beautiful naked woman parading on a beach could look away, but gift him with that woman to touch and play with and he’d have no hope of staying calm. Neither did I, when handed this.
She couldn’t see the state I was in.
I wiped my mouth and stepped closer. “I’m here.”
When it came to switch on the vibe, I flicked the cord out of the way then I took one look at my wire-wrapped beauty.
There were gaps, there was looseness, but I had no idea what would happen when she came.
“We are ready, Mister Pieter! Make it good.”
I stepped up and squashed the rounded head of the vibe to her clit, nestled it in so the lips of her pussy bulged out around it.
“Ready, meisie?”
Her mouth opened and I paused a moment to admire the swell of those ripened curves. Even there, she mesmerized me. I pressed the switch.
The hum made her hiss and arch instantly then jerk back as the wire’s points dug in.
My heart thumped but I held the vibe in position.
Her little whines built in intensity as the climax came over her. She screamed then rocked and juddered into the vibe, her thighs tensing, but little else of her moving. Surprising to me, how fast that had arrived. Thirty seconds?
“More, Mister Pieter!”
I didn’t need prompting. I’d left her nipples bare of wire so I pulled and pinched them as I revolved the vibe’s head in small circles.
She shook her head, begging. “Not...more. Not yet.”
“Shh.”
“No!”
I undid the blindfold. Eye contact might help her.
Then I put my whole hand on her mouth, listening to the hiss of air through her nose to make sure she could breathe. She looked at me, then down, focusing on my hand, as if fascinated by my hold on her. As I worked at her clit, her eyes hazed and her hips arched out, until the wires must be hurting. The tips dented her skin. This time, her screams and whole body shudders lasted for ages. Small droplets of blood trickled down her upper thighs. Sweat stood out on her brow.
Her gasps and screams through my fingers had been...enthralling. Watching her come while in pain...like this. Fok.
I stepped back, still holding the vibe, to wipe my forearm across my face. My breathing was a little chaotic. The vibe hummed on while I counted. It was thirty-five before she recovered and relaxed and her hands uncurled from the chains above.
But there was blood. I frowned and dragged myself out of my sadistic study.
