I couldn’t decide if my crying came from the pain of each slap or from the intense pleasure they left me with. Being blindfolded added more excitement than I knew it could, amplifying every sensation.
“Fuck me, Master. Fuck my wet pussy with your thick, hard cock. Fuck me mercilessly. Don’t hold back.”
Connor hissed and asked, “You want me to fuck you hard?”
I whimpered in reply, needing to feel him inside of me already. I squirmed in my restraints, my pussy pulsing with desire.
“I’m going to fuck you rough just how you like it,” he whispered in my ear. My pussy clenched and my nipples peaked even harder in anticipation.
“Yes, Master. Yes,” I cried out. God, if he didn’t thrust his cock in me soon I’d lose it. Had I ever been more turned on before? Connor had a way of making me want him more and more each time we were together.
And right now, the absolute need to have him pumping into me took over my entire mind and body, driving me mad.
Connor pushed into me, and I started to sigh, my almost animalistic need being filled—until I realized it wasn’t his cock penetrating me. The bubble of excitement in my chest instantly popped.
Just as I was about to beg him for the real thing, the dildo he was pumping into be started to vibrate and I instantly moaned at the new sensation.
Connor was fucking me with a toy and I loved it.
“Fuck, oh fuck yes,” I screamed. “Oh, Master. Fuck me with your toys.”
The vibrator didn’t fulfill my need the same way that his cock did, but it was an entirely different sensation that had my climax climbing to the surface fast, building up to great heights.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out, a moan taking over me. The orgasm was so strong, overpowering in the best possible way. Connor pumped the dildo into me harder, faster, and my orgasm almost became too much, my clit buzzing with pleasure. My wetness coated the dildo and dripped down my shaking thighs.
“Please, Master,” I begged. “Fuck me with your thick cock. I need you, Master, please, fuck me senseless.”
But Connor didn’t answer and he didn’t oblige either. He removed me from the pillory, still blindfolded, and pushed me into a chair, cuffing me with my arms at my sides and with my legs spread apart. He blew a hot breath onto my core and I couldn’t help but mewl in approval.
Connor placed the vibrator back into my pussy again and the buzzing intensified. My clit was already sensitive from the last orgasm, but Connor didn’t let up. He fucked me with his mouth as the toy vibrated against me more and more. I was screaming in pleasure within seconds, Connor’s mouth capturing mine, swallowing my moans.
I reached my climax quickly, drowning in it as Connor plunged the dildo in and out of me, as unrelenting as I’d begged for it to be.
“Do you like my toys?” Connor’s asked, his deep voice caressing my bare skin like a finger.
I nodded and moaned again, unable to speak. My whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure slowly faded. I panted as Connor pulled the dildo out slowly, my wetness soaking the chair even more. Aftershocks from my climax hit my clit like lightning and a whimper escaped my lips.
The orgasm had been more intense than any I’d felt before, but it wasn’t enough. I needed Connor inside of me. Now. I wanted him to do the job that a toy never could.
Connor removed the blindfold and when my eyes adjusted to the low light, I saw him standing in front of me.
He was wearing the black pajamas that he usually did, and I could see the significant bulge in them.
“Fuck me, Master,” I pleaded with him, not caring how it made me sound.
Connor’s eyes burned into mine, but he shook his head at me. “No.”
My whole body craved to feel him inside of me. I strained against the bind holding me to the chair. “Master?” I asked, my pussy aching for him in a way that was almost torture.
Connor’s jaw clenched, and he looked away. This wasn’t part of his game. He wasn’t playing the dom anymore. The entire atmosphere evaporated, and tension filled the room. Something flashed in Connor’s blue eyes as I waited for him to explain, but he refused to say anything.
“I want you to fuck me, Connor,” I whispered, looking at him pleadingly. “I need to feel that thick cock of yours penetrating my pussy. I need to feel your lips kissing every inch of skin of my body. I need you, Connor.”
I sounded pitiful, but my body was desperate to feel his thick cock inside my pussy, to feel him pulsate as he climaxed and shot hot cum inside of me.
But more than that, I wanted him completely. Not just his dick, as amazing as it was.
I also wanted him to ask me to stay the night with him again, to be caged in his arms as we slept together, to feel the security that only his embrace had given me.
Only Connor had ever made me feel safe like that, in his hold, and I yearned for it again.
“Please, Connor. I don’t care if you make love to me or just fuck me. I just want you,” I said, my voice breaking on the words. The hot tears streamed down my face, making me look weak and pathetic, but I didn’t care, “I need to feel you inside me, Connor. Not some stupid toy.”
Connor closed his eyes for a fleeting moment and when he opened them, I saw the defeat in his eyes. “You don’t. You don’t need to feel just me, Kitty.”
What did he mean by that? I didn’t need to feel just him? Did he plan on fucking me with his toys the entire night? No! I didn’t want that.
I wanted him, penetrating me with his forceful thrusts, grabbing my hair as he powerfully pumped himself into me. I wanted to feel his huge cock filling me completely, pushing into me as far as possible.
“I don’t want a toy to fuck me,” I said, looking at him.
But Connor wasn’t fazed by my words. He tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowed as he stared at me. “You’re not at the liberty to choose.”
His words stung. Even as his submissive, he’d never gone against my wishes, but tonight he didn’t seem to care. And I had no idea why. What did he even mean? How could I not want ‘just’ him?
It didn’t matter. He was my dominant. When he said that I didn’t need to feel only him fucking me, then I had no choice but to agree.
Even when my entire body disagreed.
I could see the bulge forming in his pants and knew that he must’ve wanted his own release too. “Fuck me, Master. I need you. Please.”
Connor glared at me, picking up a strap of leather and slapping it across my thighs, stinging so bad that I knew it would leave a mark. I didn’t know if that slap was meant to pleasure me or reprimand me, but the burning sensation that it sent through my body ignited the desire within.
“You don’t need my cock to be pleasured,” he hissed, grabbing my face and forcing me to look right into his eyes. “I know how to pleasure you well enough, Kitty. Don’t doubt my skills.”
But it wasn’t about how he was skilled with using the instruments he had, it was about how much I desired to feel his dick inside of my throbbing pussy. No matter how many times he could make me climax, it still wouldn’t be the same as feeling his cock pumping into me and making me come.
I couldn’t understand what he was getting at and why he seemed desperate to fuck me with toys. Why was Connor hell-bent on not fucking me on his own. I wanted him, and could see that he was equally aroused, so why wouldn’t he give in to our shared desires?
Why did he feel the need to restrain?
I was begging him to fuck me. Any guy who had a girl begging for him would give in, and it was clear that Connor wanted to, judging from the huge bulge in his pants.
So why wasn’t he?
Chapter Twenty
Connor
The tears streaming down her pretty face broke my heart into a million pieces. She wanted me, and I wanted her, but there had to be restraint on my part. Fucking her just wasn’t enough for me any longer.
She had me wanting more from her.
I wanted her to be mine, wanted her
to stay with me in my apartment, wait for me in bed each night. But not as my long-term submissive. That wouldn’t cut it anymore.
I wanted the real deal and that was the problem. Wanting her that way would mean that I would rob her of the goals she’d starting dreaming about and the life she deserved.
If she even wanted me the same way I wanted her. Sure, she’d begged me to fuck her, but that wasn’t the same as begging for me, body and soul.
Smacking the side of her ass with strip of leather, letting the sting of it sink it, I hissed, “Don’t you ever tell me what to do. I am not yours. You are mine, Kitty. Mine!”
I grabbed a breathable ball gag from my counter and placed it in her mouth, silencing her begging. It was torture for me and I knew if it kept going that would lead to me giving in. The tightness my pants was starting to become painful. My dick throbbed to break free, to penetrate her wet pussy without mercy.
Kitty stared at me, silently pleading with me. I almost put the blindfold back on her too. Instead, I turned my attention to the assortment of gadgets that could pleasure her. The knife caught my eye, and I used to cut the lingerie she wore, hacking it to shreds and letting it fall piece by piece to floor.
The blade grazed her skin without cutting her, putting her on the edge. Any contact would make her explode. She shivered under the knife’s blade as she sat chained to the chair, legs apart and completely naked, exposed pussy in full view for me to see and tease.
The small vibrator I had would tease her right back. I grabbed it, easing the tiny device into Kitty’s pussy, letting my fingers linger inside, trailing them up and down her folds before drawing them away. The flash of dismay in her eyes, and the fact that she was hell-bent on having my dick inside of her, turned me on even more, making my cock throb for her.
Kitty closed her eyes as the vibrator buzzed on the lowest setting, giving her an almost ticklish feeling. I knelt in front of her, latching my mouth onto her breast and sucking, clicking the vibrator up a notch. Kitty squirmed in the chair, against her restraints. The sound of her screams being muffled by the gag made my dick throb even more. Fuck, I needed her too. But I couldn’t give in.
Kitty mumbled something against the ball in her mouth, indecipherable.
“I’m sorry, Kitty,” I told her, releasing her tit and standing up. “I can’t hear you.”
I watching her writhe on the chair as I played with the remote for the vibrator, reducing the level when she was nearing an orgasm then intensifying it back once she’d regained her breathing.
Kitty was panting by the time I finally stopped. Sweat dripped from her skin and her hair was coming out of the braid I’d put it in. The frustration in her eyes was evident. She wanted to come to get the release her body craved, but as much pleasure as my toys gave her the look in her eyes still said she wanted my cock to give her that release, to hell with the toys.
Pre-cum spread onto my pants, lightly soaking the thin material. My dick was pulsing, screaming at me in anger because not only was this frustrating Kitty, but also myself. I wanted to fuck her, hell I needed to fuck her. But a boundary had to be set, a line had to be drawn between the two of us.
My feelings for her were getting out of hand and I needed to remind myself that she was just my submissive. My feelings heightened every time I fucked her. Every time I was teetering between just simply fucking her or making love to her.
My biggest worry was that if I made love to her like I wanted—like she wanted too—that she’d end up having feelings for me too. I didn’t want her falling in love with me and leaving here with a broken heart. The world had broken her enough times already.
Kitty deserved to be loved, and I could give that to her, but she also deserved the breakthrough that was waiting for her at RISD. She deserved another chance at life and I was willing to give that to her too.
I knelt in front of her again, licking her folds and loving the way she squirmed from my touch. Kitty tried to break free from the restraints as my tongue circled her core, teeth grazing her clit for a moment while I barely contained the urge to lightly bite it.
“Ummmhm,” she moaned, the sound muffled by the gag. She nodded her head, humming her approval even if this wasn’t my cock like she wanted. “Mmmhmmm.”
My thumb rubbed her clit, rolling that little bundle of nerves until she was screaming through her gag. Until she was coming again.
Her pussy clenched around my tongue as I fucked her with it, juices dripping from her core and coating my mouth.
Fuck, this woman tasted like heaven and sin combined. And I’d never get enough of it. Of her.
Kitty tensed against her restraints, fists clenching, as her orgasm crested and filled her. Her perfect tits peaked as she arched her back. My hands went up, massaging her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples as I continued to lap her up.
God, I wanted her. My dick ached with need, shouting at me to just fuck her exposed pussy that was wet and ready for my cock.
Kitty shivered as her orgasm finished, panting hard as I gazed up at her.
I kissed my way up her body, savoring the curves of her tits and nipping at her neck, before removing the gag from her mouth. My lips crashed onto hers, letting her taste the hint of her juices still on them.
“Please, Connor,” she begged after I drew away from the kiss. Desire and lust were swimming in her eyes. “Please fuck me.”
Shit, couldn’t she tell I wanted her just as badly? Hell, I wanted her even more and her begging only made the tightness in my pants stretch.
“I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to talk, Kitty,” I told her, tone calm and deep, the voice of her dom. “And now is not the time.” I grabbed another gag from counter and held it up.
Kitty’s eyes went wide at the sight of my ring gag. She wouldn’t be able to talk, but it would still allow me to fuck her mouth. My dick twitched at the thought, more than ready.
And even though she wasn’t getting fucked in the pussy like she wanted and her frustration was evident, Kitty still bit her lip and squirmed in the chair, turned on by the sight of my gag.
“Have your fun, but fuck me too,” she commanded me, staring up with a fire in her eyes. She opened her mouth, letting me place the gag in it.
Standing in front of her, my dick was level with her face. With one quick jerk, I pulled down my pants and shoved my entire length into her waiting mouth.
I rocked my hips as Kitty bobbed her head. Fuck, her mouth felt like perfection, hot and wet and taking my whole cock. When my dick hit the back of her throat, I almost came right then and there.
Shit, I wasn’t going to last long. Not after all that work up.
Kitty’s chest started heaving, breathing hard as she moaned in pleasure. She was loving this too. Her moans vibrated against my dick, intensifying the sensation and making my cock throb.
Her cuffs rattled as she tried to reach me, tried to grab my dick. The sight had me falling over the edge. I pumped faster, my orgasm coming hard.
“Fuck, Kitty.” I grunted. “Fucking take all of me.”
And she did. She moved her head forward and back, taking my dick to the back of her throat as my cum filled her mouth.
“God, yes,” I shouted, needing this. The release was so strong; the anticipation had built for so long.
Kitty swallowed my seed, hungry for more. She whimpered when I pulled my cock out her gagged mouth, and leaned forward, reaching for me.
“Did you like that Kitty?” I asked her, enjoying the way a little bit of my cum dripped from her mouth, down her neck, and over her right tit.
“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled in reply.
“I can’t hear you, Kitty,” I said, reaching around the gag and gently taking it out of her mouth.
She opened and closed her mouth, working her jaw again. I waited for her to tell me how much she loved the taste of my cock as it pumped into her, but she surprised me.
“Now,” she said, her voice deadly commanding. “Fuck. Me.” She slid her legs open
wider, inviting me to take her pussy. “Hard.”
Fuck, she was hot. I barely had control before. This girl was going to send me over the edge and then we’d both regret it. Kitty had so much more to offer this world than the role of a sub and I wouldn’t rob her of the chance to paint the colors of her world with happiness. It would be cruel of me to take that from her, to keep her locked away.
“Now, now,” I said, adopting my dom voice again. I couldn’t let her see how much she affected me. I didn’t think taking commands would appeal to me, but maybe with Kitty it would be fun to reverse roles every once in a while. “That is not how my submissive talks to me.” I grabbed my leather strap again, smacking it against her thigh.
“Connor,” she pleaded, and I slapped the side of her ass.
“Master,” I corrected her. “You will call me Master in here and you will listen to me.”
She nodded, but I could see the primal need in her to feel my thick cock in her tight pussy. She wanted it and so did I, but a line had been drawn, and I had no intent on crossing it.
For one last time tonight, I wanted her to come again. I could still pleasure her senseless and hope it filled that need enough.
“Get on the bed,” I told her after removing her cuffs and chains. She walked on shaky legs, but obeyed.
Hope filled her eyes as I kicked my pants off and followed her to the enormous bed. It killed me to squash that hope, but at least I could still give her something.
Lying down on the bed, I motioned for her to move closer to me. “On top of me,” I commanded her.
Immediately, she came over, straddling her legs on either side of me. Her pussy grazed my dick and I groaned from the heat of that contact. Kitty moaned, sighing at the closeness of my cock to her pussy.
“No,” I said, grabbing her hips and lifting her off of me before my will dissolved completely. “Turn around,” I told her, shifting her until she was on hands and knees above me, her face at my cock, her pussy spread and ready for me to lick.
“Suck me, slave,” I commanded, my dick already hard again for her.
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