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She nods.
“Push out, Lexie, while I push in. Go ahead. That’s it.” I find a thimbleful of patience—I find it for her—and push the plug in slowly until it’s fully seated.
She’s breathing through her nose, nice big breaths as her body adjusts to the intrusion.
“Good girl.” I stroke her pussy, keeping my fingers well away from her clit. “How does it feel?”
“I’m not sure,” she whispers, her cheeks pinkening. “It feels good. It doesn’t hurt.”
I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m having a hell of a time holding back.
“It’s not supposed to hurt, baby. It’s supposed to feel great. And it will—just give it a little time.
“I’m going to cuff you to the bench,” I explain, securing her ankle to the bench leg, while my cock bobs painfully. Her breathing is normal now, and she doesn’t react as I bind her.
“You okay?”
She nods, her mouth curling softly. I bind the other leg until she’s spread nice and wide, so I can enjoy her glistening cunt.
I gaze into her eyes, dilated pools edged in brown and green. When I take her wrists, her pulse is beating at a good clip, and my cock gets thicker and heavier.
Without a word, I cuff her arms above her head, leaving enough slack to be moderately comfortable but not enough to allow her to roll off the bench and hurt herself.
She’s tempting, trussed and helpless, and open to me. So fucking tempting.
“I hope you have the keys,” she murmurs.
Bravado.
I don’t tell her that those cuffs release without a key. “Most women ask that question before the cuffs are on.”
She rolls her eyes, but I don’t say a word about it. Her insolence is on short time.
I take a cherry-red wand off the bed. It’s powerful but small enough not to be intimidating.
“I have that vibrator,” she says, her eyes lit with lust. “At my apartment in London.”
I graze her clit with the wand, which I haven’t turned on. “Does yours have a little stand like this?” I show her the sling.
She shakes her head. “What’s that for?”
“It’ll come in handy when I get hungry, or if my hand gets tired of holding the wand against your pussy. I’ll rest the toy here and turn it on real low so it can torture you slowly.”
“Torture me?” She smirks much too defiantly for a woman securely bound. “I hardly call that torture.”
I turn it on full throttle and press it to her clit without a second of warm-up.
“Ahh,” she cries, trying to writhe away from the powerful vibration, but she’s bound too securely. My cock weeps as she struggles with the restraints.
“There’s nowhere to go, Angel. You need to embrace the sensations.” I pull it away after a few seconds, and she gasps. Then I do it again. And again. And again. And again. I do it until there’s no more sass. No more huffy replies. Just those sweet whimpers and pleas that make my balls ache.
“Rafa,” she whines, her flesh covered in a damp sheen. “Please let me come.”
I want her to come. I want her to squeeze my cock and take me with her as she tumbles off the edge—but not yet.
“Are you ready to get on your knees?” Say yes. End this torment for both of us.
“That’s not fair,” she whimpers.
