by Linnea May
She lets out an audible gasp when my hands leave her trembling body as I reach for one of the items I brought back with me, a small metal handle with a pinwheel attached at the top. The evenly spaced radiating sharp pins rotate across her skin when I set it down just above her knee and slowly travel along her thigh. I don’t apply any pressure at first, giving her a chance to get used to the feeling of the needles dancing across her skin. I travel farther, deliberately closing in on her sensitive lips before taking a detour and moving outward to her hip bone instead, just like I did with my hands before. She’s shivering with anticipation, tensing up every time I threaten to touch her there. So far, her heated expectations have not been met. I get up on my knees, hovering above her as I let the pinwheel journey across her skin. She giggles as I move along the side of her body, tickling her with my gentle treatment.
Watching her is mesmerizing, hypnotic even. I feel like I’m falling into a trance as I move the little tool across her body, changing the pressure based on what part of her I’m currently teasing.
What do I get out of this?
Relaxation. A new level of pleasure I haven’t known before. My cock stands hard and erect, the tip close to her inviting entrance as I straighten up to let the needles dance across her sensitive tits. I’m hard for her, but the desperation to be inside her has become tolerable. It has been replaced by a different kind of eagerness, a patient need for her, calmed by the knowledge that I will have her eventually. I could be inside her any time; I could fuck her right here and now, and she would welcome it.
But the gratification of fucking her right away wouldn’t be the same as what awaits me if I prolong our game. I’m curious to see how close I can bring her—how wild I can make her without ever touching her clit, without stretching her tightness with my length.
I almost erupt at the deep sigh she releases when I move the pinwheel along her nipples, increasing the pressure as I do. She’s so fucking responsive in that area, her body coiling as she takes in the intrusive sensation without trying to evade it. She’s visibly torn between pain and pleasure, biting her lower lip as she gives into the battle her body and mind are fighting.
I can’t wait to see how she’ll react to the second surprise I have in store for her.
She relaxes when I remove the wheel from her sensitive tits, bearing the tickle of a less violent intrusion on her skin as it rotates along her belly, circling her belly button before I continue to her bare mound. I pause there, observing as I give her time to ponder the implications of what could follow next. She spreads her legs even farther for me, inviting me to a place I neglected by choice.
Until now.
A feeble moan echoes through the room when I move farther, sparing her very center by detouring to the side at the very last moment. The needles pinch into her soft lips as I move down, stopping for a moment while she pants with need and then move the wheel along her thigh, back to where its journey started.
Her frustration is evident in the deep groan that slips from her pretty lips.
19
Melina
Metal dances across my skin, pinching and tickling on a rotating basis. It hurt when he moved it along my nipples, easing the pressure but still evoking so much more sensation than before. I always knew I was sensitive there, but I had no idea that it could feel like this even with just a feeble touch of small needles.
It took me a while to determine what was happening when I first felt the cold metal against my skin. He must be using one of these wheels, the kind they use at the doctor’s to test a patient’s nerve endings.
I’m panting with expectation, my body hot and stiff with the prospect after his first journey across my body. He withdraws the wheel from my skin, giving me a few moments to rest and ponder, then he repeats the same route again, this time starting on the other side of my body. My body quakes at the intrusive touch, echoing the pain and tickle it causes as he moves it over my skin. I’m awake, relaxed, and tense at the same time, my center throbbing with need and the strong desire to be touched.
I squirm when he’s back at my tits, the needles pinching into the softness of my curves before reaching my hardened nipples. The assault is electric, sending hot shivers down my spine and all the way to my needy core.
Fuck, I want him to touch me. There.
My agitation is so vivid and strong, taking over every fiber, a turmoil ravaging inside me. But I remain still on the outside, hardly moving despite the frantic excitement taking hold of me while he caresses my skin with the sharp needles.
I sigh with relief and anxious elation when he finishes his second round, moving the wheel dangerously close to my hard nub as it trails over my labia, so close, but deliberate not to touch me where I really want it
The heat recedes only slightly when the wheel travels along my inner thigh and back toward my knee, where he lifts it off my skin once again.
I’m delirious and yearning for more, and my heart jumps when I feel him moving between my legs, hoping that he will finally grant me my wish.
I gasp in surprise when I feel his body on top of mine, straddling my waist, with his heavy length bobbing on my belly. He’s so big that his tip nudges the valley between my tits, and it drives me insane. My arms lift on instinct, my hands flying to my chest to try to touch him.
But he stops me, grabbing each of my wrists and pushing my hands back down on the sheets.
I mewl in protest, the sound echoing inside my skull, loud and muffled by the earplugs alike. I don’t know if he says something, but if he does, I’m unable to hear it.
He lets go of my wrists, the warmth of his hand hovering over mine for a few more moments until he trusts me to obey. He cups my breasts, pushing them together to trap himself between them. I smile at the feeling of his length, hard and wet as he uses my tits to squeeze it.
He finds my nipples again, confining them between two fingers, pinching and twisting in a more violent attack than before. A sound escapes me, but I can’t tell whether it’s a moan of pleasure or a yelp of agony. Whatever it resembles, it doesn’t make him stop. On the contrary, his assail grows in intensity, the fiery pain blinding me more than the fabric across my eyes. Bright sparks flash against the darkness, and when he lets go of me, I’m left with a comforting oscillation, almost feeling like the aftermath of an orgasm.
My chest is heaving as I try to regain composure. Even trapped under his heavy body like this, I feel like I’m floating on a cloud of bliss, too dizzy to fight any of it and too unwilling, too.
The sheets feel warm and soft against my back, a sharp contrast to the ardent strike from above. Yet I wouldn’t want to miss either.
Something cold trickles along the side of my body. For a moment, I believe it’s liquid because of the way the cold drops follow each other along my ribs. But then I realize that it must be a chain, a metal chain that clings cold against my skin, just like the needles before.
Awareness hits me when I feel another pinch around my right nipple, his fingers pulling this time, stretching my sensitive bud, and a moment later, something else closes around it, something that stings my skin with an icy pain I’ve never felt before. This time, I’m sure my exclamation is a cry of pain as a tight clamp torments my nipple.
I’m whimpering, still processing the ache, when he reaches for my left nipple, giving me just enough time to hold my breath in preparation before he closes another clamp around that side. I suck in a sharp breath, trying to stop myself from crying out again. Not only because I want to be stronger than that, but because I don’t like the way it sounds inside my muffled head.
I feel the chain holding the two clamps together draped across my chest and his length between. He cups my breasts again, his touch gentle and careful while the metal clamps bite into my poor nipples. I’m at his mercy now more than ever; the chain not only covers the area between my tits but also lays on top of his hard cock. He lifts it, just to show me what he can do with even the smallest movement. The chain stretches, pu
lling at the clamps on my anguished nubs.
I arch my back to follow the motion, desperate to reduce the pain but relishing the heated frenzy it brings with it.
Despite its vigor, the affliction is quiet in its nature. There’s no rapid assault following another, just a steady throbbing that grows weaker with every moment as I adapt to it. I breathe into the sweet suffering, slowly realizing that it not only gets more bearable with every passing moment but also more gratifying. Pride fills me as I overcome the worst, wafting with a content smile on my face.
I know he sees it. I know he witnesses the joy unfolding on my face because the moment it does, he adds to my delight by reaching backward between my legs. His hand rests on my mound for a moment, applying a soft push as if to calm me down, before he moves farther, parting my slick folds as he seeks my erect clit.
There’s no doubt about the nature of the sound that escapes my body now, a groan so deep that I can feel it vibrating throughout my pained chest, speaking of nothing but utter bliss and ecstasy.
I’m so turned on, so wet and fired up that even his careful touch feels like an explosion. But I don’t want to come, not yet. Not without him inside me.
I don’t have to voice my wish for him to understand. His rock-hard length pulls at the chain as he lifts himself to move. He lets it happen, straining the chain hooked around his cock as he moves away from me while I howl in pain. The infliction burns like molten iron, seeping through my chest with fierce urgency.
A moment later, the stress releases my tormented tits as he frees himself of the chain, adding a last little yank before he lets it drop to my chest, the cold metal winding across my skin just below my sternum.
The anguish doesn’t diminish, but it changes, turning into a gradual pulsation instead of a fiery sting like before. It doesn’t take long before I’d no longer call it pain, but a warm embrace, accompanied by his hands as he encompasses my breasts from both sides, tenderly squeezing before he trails along the outline of my upper body until his hands rest on my hips.
I thought I had my legs spread as far as I possibly could, but the prospect of finally feeling him inside me urges me to find new limits to overstep. He helps me by placing his hands on my inner thighs and applying a placid but determined push to open me up even more.
For moments that feel like an eternity, he just stays like that. His tip is so close to my entrance that I can feel its presence despite lacking the touch. I grind before him, mewling and panting as I await his assault. My delirious excitement is almost unbearable at this point, but I stop myself from begging out loud. Speaking when you can only hear your own voice within the echo chamber of your skull is weird, to begin with, and it would only destroy the wonderful atmosphere he created.
My delicious vertigo takes another leap when I finally feel his tip pushing against my entrance. He’s taking his time, parting my lips with patient savagery as he shoves his thick member inside. He moves forward in an unbroken but agonizingly slow motion, relishing each inch as he stretches my channel.
I gasp gratefully when he’s completely buried between my lips, his pelvis pressed against my lips as his rod fills me. He doesn’t move, leaving it up to me to take what I need from him. I lift my legs, locking my feet at the edge of the bed as good as I can. My hands crawl into the sheets beneath me, holding on as I begin to shift my body back and forth, grinding my hips on his enormous girth. The plugs in my ear subdue my moans, and I can neither see nor hear him. All I have is this, his size filling me and his hand digging into the flesh around my hips as he holds on to me with possessive need.
Slowly, very slowly, he begins to move his pelvis, joining my gradual rhythm as I drift toward my release. The first whisper of my impending rapture was there the moment I felt him inside me, but I silenced it, wanting to postpone what will surely be one of my strongest highs yet. My brain is dazed, muffled by the lack of sight and sound and dumbfounded by lust as nothing but bliss exists. I can feel him growing even harder inside me, his grip on my hips intensifying with such ferocity that it almost hurts. He’s close to coming, too, and just like me, he’s holding back. I just don’t know whether it’s for my benefit or his own.
My release comes in calm and deep waves. It’s not a sudden and loud outcry of lust, but a serene crest of such magnitude that I’m helpless against it. I don’t try to fight it any longer but give in to the bliss, my muscles clenching around his steeliness while he continues to thrust in a very quiet but heavy motion, relentless but with patient indulgence.
My peak lasts and lasts, sending new floods of pleasure even when I thought the last had just hit me. I lift my arms, finding his wrists and holding on to him while I feel him throbbing inside me, finding his own release in the same modest and profound way as I am.
20
Rowan
“I don’t want to leave,” she whispers.
If we were anywhere else but here, her words would evade my impaired hearing. It’s become a rare luxury to hear a woman’s whisper, and I never realized how much I missed it until now. Her voice is oddly comforting at this volume, and it’s a privilege to experience it.
She was squinting when I removed the blindfold despite the dim blue illumination. Yet coming from complete darkness, she needed to adjust to even this bare minimum of light.
“I love this room,” she adds in another whisper. “I love being here.”
She turns to me, catching my gaze in the dark. “I love getting fucked by you in here.”
The smile that dances on her face tastes of mischief and naughtiness, revealing that she’s not used to being this blunt. Her alleged innocence is so fucking endearing after all we just did.
We’re lying on the bed next to each other on our backs with just our fingers touching. It’s an odd position to be in, and I don’t think I’ve ever found myself like this after having sex with a woman. They either wanted to curl up in my embrace or we parted ways right after we finished. None of them ever lay next to me like Melina is right now—relaxed, happy, but somehow distant.
She doesn’t wait for me to speak, and she doesn’t press to hear anything that would break the comfortable silence between us. Everything about Melina is different. I never thought I’d meet a woman like her, a woman who responds so well to what I have to offer. In fact, she made me realize what I have to offer in the first place. I’ve never played with anyone the way I play with her, and I never thought I could enjoy anything like it.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I say, feeling dumb for my choice of words. It sounds as if I just provided a service for her.
Her little laugh just proves how silly I must have sounded.
“I did,” she replies. “I really did! I hope you did too? I still don’t get what was in this for you. This was so much more for me than it was for you.”
“How would you know that?” I ask her. “Stop doubting me.”
Her face scrunches in a way that makes her look a lot younger than she really is, giving her the impression of a pouting little girl.
“What do you like about it?” she asks. “Why the silence? Why this room?”
“Haven’t we talked about this?” I retort, sounding more annoyed than I actually am.
“Yes,” she says. “You said you don’t like what loud noises do to you ... or was it loud music? Something like that.”
She clears her throat and rolls to her side, supporting herself on her elbow as she looks at me.
“That’s what you said. It makes you do things you don’t like about yourself,” she continues. “What did you mean by that?”
I sigh, doubting it would be a good idea to be honest about this with her, but she doesn’t really give me a choice. I hate lying more than risking repulsion by speaking the truth.
“I’ve done some stupid things in the past,” I dare to say. “My temper and I, we haven’t been the best of friends for most of my life.”
She casts me a quizzical look, urging me to continue.
“
I’ve lost it more than once. I snapped, and it often involved a lot of noise, loud noise. Not always music but more things like ...”
“Gunfire,” she assumes correctly.
I nod. “Gunfire and loud voices, people yelling at each other. It gets to me in a contagious way.”
She huffs. “Doesn’t sound like the Army was the best place for you to be.”
“It wasn’t, but I didn’t know that before I joined,” I admit. “I just wanted to get out of that house and away from my parents, and I needed a good excuse to get out of the responsibilities they tried to push on me. At the time, the Army seemed to be the only way out for me.”
I pause, shaking my head as I stare up the ceiling, my mind drained with regret. “I was just an angry boy back then. A stupid, angry boy.”
She doesn’t say anything, giving me the impression she agrees with me.
“All the yelling, the brute company, it affects you, especially when you’re young, impressionable, and hungry to get out of the golden cage you grew up in,” I continue without thinking twice. “Of course, I had to adapt. I had to be one of the boys, just as strong, just as invincible. But I didn’t know when to stop. I lost control of the persona growing inside me. And then, there was one last time when I snapped at the worst imaginable time.”
I can feel Melina’s eyes on me, but I avert her gaze, keeping mine locked on the ceiling above us as the words flow out of me. There has only ever been one single person who heard me say these things before, and I never felt as comfortable with her as I now do with Melina. She will judge me; she will come to her own conclusions after hearing the harsh truth of what kind of person I am. I was treated like a hero when I returned from Ramadi, but no one except me could ever set the record straight in that regard.