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That’s what this is? Now I understand why girls in books and movies talk about sex so much, if it’s supposed to feel like this.
“I wonder…”
He trails off and hits what looks like a different button and my eyes roll back in my head as the thrusting of the machine goes deeper, just a little harder.
Unable to control my body — unsure if I even want to — I cry out as what I realize is my first orgasm ever hits me. Stars form behind my eyes, constellations unlike anything in the sky. My body shakes and spasms, then the machine slows, but doesn’t stop.
“Good girl,” Thomas practically coos. “How did that feel?”
I don’t know how to answer.
“Seems to me you enjoyed it,” he continues. “I’m unsure of how much biology you know, but it is a common fact that women can be made to orgasm near countless times in a short span. I believe the last time I ever tested that theory, she passed out around number eleven.”
Something in my gut twists when he mentions a past lover. Was she like me? Did she fail and die? Or was she from before he came to the community?
Oh my Lord, why do I even care?
“The more you cum on something without a soul, without intent, the more you will be cleansed,” he explains. “You will break tonight, and it will be glorious.”
If this is how one orgasm makes me feel, this time, I believe him. His goal since he saw me was to break me.
Now he knows how.
He can’t break me with pain, but with pleasure.
Remote clicks, the dildo moves faster than it did before, deeper. I try to adjust, to not make it hit that spot again, but … I want it to.
For the first time, I want that feeling, that brief, euphoric respite.
“Don’t move from that position,” Thomas commands. “I prefer to wait until after the marriage is consummated to teach you how good it feels to be flogged while penetrated, but do not tempt me.”
I would have expected it would take me longer to cum again, but it happens quickly, and I can’t stop myself from moaning. After years of fake ones, I am almost embarrassed at how needy and high-pitched I sound.
Thomas watches me, unblinking, as he clicks the remote again, and the dildo keeps plunging but also begins to vibrate.
On the heels of my second orgasm, a third comes without notice and my cries are more ragged now. I grip the thin sheet under me in my hands hard. He said his ex had eleven? I won’t handle any more than this; he has to realize that.
“Good girl.” He stands and removes the dildo with a slick, wet pop that sounds obscene even to me. He’s careful not to touch me.
I sag in relief, letting the sheet go.
“You’re still a bit too relaxed, considering I am not nearly done with you,” he says, and my closed eyes fly open. His face is expressionless as he goes to the bag and gets out another dildo, this one pink, with something weird attached to it.
“I have to touch you a bit to settle this. Hold still.”
The fact he’s warning me…
How can he be crazy and kind?
He winds up barely brushing against what a book told me is called the “clit” (sounds like shorthand for a college class;“what grade did you get in clit?”) with his thumb and my body feels like it’s singing with that slight touch.
But his hand is gone, replaced by the little thing attached to the dildo. It presses right against my clit and the pressure feels like something is sitting in my lower stomach. I can’t explain it, but I like it.
“The fact you haven’t yet been properly pleasured… When we are wed, you will understand why people claim they see God when they orgasm,” Thomas promises.
He sits back down and clicks two buttons. The dildo begins to vibrate and somehow pulse at the same time. It’s nestled against that spot that made me see stars inside, but it’s the piece on my clit that sends me immediately into orbit as a fourth orgasm hits me.
Another click, and now the dildo thrusts as I still spasm, sending another orgasm floating through me. Wetness spills out of me, slicking my thighs and soaking the sheet under me.
