Page 104 of Freefall

The unmistakable buzz.

He traces it along my pelvic bone, taking his time before pushing it hard against my clit.

The sound that tears out of me is purely primal. I don’t think I’ve ever made a noise like that in my life. I've used a vibrator before. In fact, I relied heavily on one for the past nine years, but somehow, knowing Nate is controlling it makes every sensation feel a hundred times more intense.

It only takes a few seconds of Nate moving the vibrator in little circles before I’m coming again, calling his name as my pussy convulses. Once again, he keeps the wand pressed against me until I shove his hand away.

He leans back, and I expect the buzzing to stop, but it doesn’t. Nate clicks something on the side, and the vibration grows louder.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask as he brings it back between my legs.

Nate’s lips curve into a small smile. “We're going to play a game, Dani,” he says, holding the vibrator steady. “This has five settings. Let’s see which one makes you come the hardest.”

I swallow hard as he lowers the toy back to my overstimulated clit. I almost jerk right off the bed the second it touches me. This time, it takes a little longer, but when I finally come, it's even more intense than the last one. Again, I have to push his hand away when it’s over.

He gives me all of twenty seconds to recover before clicking the intensity up and doing it all over again. True to his word, he goes through two more settings, each one leaving me shaking harder than the last.

That’s four, I think to myself, when he finally pulls the vibrator away.

I squeeze my legs shut, and this time he gives me a full minute before his hands are back on me. His voice is almost apologetic as he gently parts my thighs again. “Not yet, baby.” He brings the vibrator back to my clit, and even though it’s not turned on, I’m so sensitive I flinch. “Just one more. I promise.”

I nod. “Okay.”

“Tell me your safe word.”

“I already did,” I grit out.

“Harper, now isn’t the time; trust me. Do what you’re told for once.”

“Buttercup,” I whisper for the second time tonight.

“Promise me you’ll say it again if you need to.”

“I promise.”

The good girl that falls from his lips flows around me like silk, soothing the ache he’s inflicted. But I barely have time to bask in it before he switches the vibrator back on and turns it up to the highest intensity.

“Fuck,” I cry, squirming away from him, but he follows me, knocking my legs back open every time I try to close them.

“I c-can’t come again,” I whimper.

“Yes, you can, Harper.”

It’s not like when you say, “I couldn’t possibly eat another bite of cake,” only to have five more. I really can’t come again. He’s insane if he thinks I can. I’m about to tell him as much when an orgasm rips through me with a force that steals the air from my lungs, somehow equal parts agonizing and euphoric.

This time, Nate immediately tosses the wand aside, catching me in his arms as I collapse. I barely register him carrying me until I hear the rush of running water. He removes the cuffs, dropping them on the vanity and massaging my wrists, which are only a little sore. Then he eases me into the warmth of the tub.

The heat wraps around my aching muscles, coaxing out a long, shaky breath. Bubbles drift across the surface, carrying the clean scent of his soap. It smells like him.

“Is the temperature okay?” he asks quietly.

I nod, still not able to form words.

He kneels beside the tub, brushing damp hair away from my face before wetting a washcloth and wiping away the smudged mascara under my eyes.

I peek up at him, my vision still hazy. “Will you come in with me?”

He hesitates for only a second before pulling his shirt over his head and shedding the rest of his clothes. He's still hard, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. He climbs in behind me, letting me lean against the steady warmth of his chest.