by Harper West
"Get undressed," he said over his shoulder, rummaging in one of the chests of drawers for whatever tools he was going to use on me that night.
I hesitated, swallowing hard again. I couldn't believe I'd gone and talked myself into this mess, but there it was.
"I said get naked," Killian said, turning to look at me. "If you want this to happen, you're going to have to be better at following instructions."
I gritted my teeth, but it was too late to turn back. I did what he said, pulling my shirt over my head and then shucking off my bottoms, leaving the underwear for last.
I left them in a pile on the floor and tried not to feel self-conscious, standing there butt naked while he was still fully dressed.
He left me standing there for a while, too, while he figured out what he wanted out of his stupidly large collection of torture devices.
I folded my arms and just about resisted tapping my foot impatiently while I waited.
Finally he turned around, holding a few bundles of rope, some leather strappy thing, and a vibrator.
"Over the bench," he said, gesturing, and I went, laying myself down on the cool, padded leather, head hanging over the end of it, limbs positioned at the corners.
My heart was pounding, and I had to remind myself to take deep breaths. I could handle whatever he did to me. I wasn't some weak-willed woman who got scared because he talked a big game. There was nothing he could throw at me that I would back down from.
Usually he cuffed my wrists and ankles, and it was a quick job, but he was kneeling at each of the corners, using the rope to bind me this time.
It felt different and strange, and I didn't like the way my lower half tightened in response. The rope went around each of my limbs, tight enough that I couldn't wiggle out of it, but not so tight that it cut off circulation. Killian checked by working a finger between my skin and the rope before he tied it off and then tied the rope cuff to the bench.
I tested the hold when he moved on to the next corner, and I let out a shaky breath when nothing budged.
The rope was rougher than the leather of the cuffs, and there was something heady about knowing I couldn't get loose unless he untied me or cut me free. With the cuffs, there was just a buckle to undo, but the rope was so much more involved.
Clearly Killian was rising to the challenge.
Once I was tied down, he came around to the front and squatted down in front of me. "Look at me," he said.
I didn't. Partly out of defiance, partly because my head was spinning, and I was still trying to catch my breath.
Killian grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up and back, making me cry out in surprise. "What did I say about following instructions?" he growled, voice low. "I don't know why you want to make this more difficult than it's already going to be."
I glared at him, and he smirked. "So fiery, even now. I've got you right where I want you, Ashlyn," he said. "You're tied down, and you're not getting loose unless I release you. You're mine to play with and torment as much as I want. I can use you, fuck you, ruin you, and you just have to take it. Do you like knowing that? Does it turn you on? Are you soaking wet thinking about being my little fuck toy for the afternoon? Or are you scared?"
"I'm not scared," I rasped, mouth suddenly dry. It lacked the heat I wanted it to have, but my pussy was throbbing, and he wasn't wrong. I was already getting wet just from the way he was talking to me.
He grinned. "Good. Open your mouth."
Hesitantly, I did what he said. We hadn't played much with gags, but I'd seen other women and men in them. Lips stretched around rubber balls or sealed shut with tape or leather panels.
The gag Killian held up was different. It was a wide metal circle with metal legs branching off of it and a leather strap.
A spider gag, I was pretty sure, meant to hold the mouth open and make it available for use.
My heart kicked into overdrive, and I could just imagine what he was going to do with that.
The metal was cold against my lips and face as he fitted the circle into my mouth and then buckled it behind my head. He snapped a lock through the buckle just in case, and even though there was no way I was going to be able to get it out with my hands tied down, just hearing that click of metal locking was enough to make me shudder.
My mouth was held open obscenely wide, and there was only one real purpose for it to be so open. Already drool was starting to pool on my tongue, and I blushed with embarrassment when I realized I was going to be drooling all over myself until he let me go.
Probably the humiliation was part of his plan.
One hand fisted back into my hair, keeping my head up, and he pushed two fingers into my mouth, rubbing them over my tongue.
There was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't bite him or close my mouth at all, and the drool spilled over his fingers and my lips, dripping down to the floor as I made a garbled, displeased noise. It was humiliating alright, and my cheeks flamed, the heat of my embarrassment burning through me.
Killian just grinned. "This is a good look for you. Mouth open, but you can't be all bitchy. You just have to take whatever I put in it." He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my face, compounding my shame.
He got up and walked around to the back of the bench, where my legs were spread open, putting my wet pussy on display.
I expected him to touch me there, but he didn't. At least not with his hands. Instead he moved something in the bench, and I couldn't see what he was doing, but I jumped when I felt the bulbous head of that vibrating wand press right up against my pussy lips and clit.
He pressed it in harder, and even when I lifted my hips, there was nowhere to go to escape the feel of it. There must have been something in the bench to lock it in place, because Killian moved, but the wand didn't.
"Let's get you warmed up first," he said. "I'll be back in a bit."
My eyes widened for a second, and I turned my head, trying to see him, but then the vibrator came on, a low, insistent buzz, and I jerked in the ropes.
I heard Killian's footsteps and managed to catch a glimpse of him actually walking out of the room, leaving me there, bound and gagged with a vibrator between my legs.
I took a few steadying breaths through my nose, trying to fight the rush of anxiety that was buzzing under my skin. I'd never been in a position like that before, even with Killian, and I jerked against the ropes again, trying to find some way to get loose so I could march out there and hit him.
I was stuck. The ropes were tied too well, and there was nowhere for me to go.
Gradually, I relaxed. I wasn't uncomfortable, and the vibrations between my legs were distracting. It wasn't enough to get me off, but it was enough to make my whole body warm with need and make my pussy even wetter.
I found myself grinding my hips back and down, trying to get more friction, but it still wasn't enough.
I moaned through the gag, drooling freely on the floor while I dealt with the torment of getting more and more worked up with no hope of release.
Surely Killian was going to come back soon. After all, what was the point of having a woman bound and open for you if you weren't going to use her, right? He would come back and fuck me, and I could get off.
I waited. And then I waited some more. And the vibrator kept going, driving me slowly insane while not giving me any relief.
I was moaning and struggling like crazy after a bit, too turned on and needy to care how I looked or sounded.
I lost track of time, but eventually Killian did come back in. He'd taken off his sweater and was standing there in a t-shirt and his nice jeans, looking at me all amused.
It was so unfair that he was that put together while I was a wet, naked mess.
"You sound like you're having fun," he said, grinning. "You want me to leave you for a little bit longer?"
I shook my head frantically.
At that point, I didn't care what I looked like or what he thought of me, I was just so horny I needed
him right then and there.
He didn't stop grinning, but he did step into the room. He walked behind me and switched off the vibrator, pulling it away enough that he could rub his hand between my legs.
I knew I was soaked, and he laughed, reaching down to tease my clit with his fingers. "Was the vibrator not enough for you, baby?" he asked. "Did it not satisfy this needy little pussy?"
I shook my head again, even though he probably couldn't see it.
"You want some cock, don't you? You want my hard cock filling up this wet little hole."
That was pretty apparent from how I couldn't stop squirming and humping his hand, but he didn't give me what I wanted right away. Instead he put the vibrator back in place and turned it back on, kicking the speed up a little higher.
Immediately I was grinding against it, groaning and savoring the sensation of those stronger vibrations. It wasn't as good as having his cock ramming into me, but it was good enough.
Killian walked around to the front and grabbed my hair again, using it to lift my face so he could see me better. He raked his eyes over my flushed cheeks and stretched mouth and then used his free hand to undo his fly.
His cock was half hard when it came out, and he stepped close enough that he could use his hold on my hair to rub my face against his crotch, smearing it with drool. He didn't seem to care about that, and I could smell the musky scent of his arousal, and it made my mouth water.
I moaned through the gag, and Killian stepped back, fisting his cock in one hand so he could feed it into my open mouth.
There was nothing I could do to stop him, of course. I stuck my tongue out, and he pushed right in until the head of his cock was at the back of my throat.
Not having any control over it was a strange feeling, and I swallowed back some saliva, squirming in his hold. He didn't move his hips, just kept his cock buried there, like he was using my mouth to keep it warm.
All the while the vibrator kept buzzing between my legs, making me wetter and more turned on as I finally started to climb towards an orgasm.
Slowly, Killian drew his cock out of my mouth, working it over my tongue until just the head was left inside. He set a slow pace, making sure I could feel him and taste him while he teased me, and he held my head still with his hand in my hair.
My lower half was much less still, hips working with as much leverage as I could manage, grinding on that vibrator until finally, finally, I could feel the crest of that orgasm peaking.
It was hot and and electric, bearing down on me until I was moaning and whining around Killian's cock, nearly choking on it when he rammed it halfway down my throat as I came.
The continuing vibrations made the aftershocks last much longer than usual, and I writhed a bit as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, making me shake and tremble over the bench.
Killian kept fucking my mouth, using it like it was just another hole, and I sucked in hair through my nose, trying to come down from my pleasure.
The vibrator was still going between my legs, making it hard.
I realized Killian had no intentions of turning it off, focusing on using my mouth for his own pleasure, and my eyes widened as my body took the sensations from my orgasm and kept building on them, adding on until I felt like I was going to come again.
It was almost too much. I was already sensitive, and there was no slowing down the vibrator. It was mindless, just going until someone turned it off.
Lifting my hips up did nothing, and I knew I was going to have to endure it until Killian had mercy on me.
I figured after he used my mouth to come, we would be done, but to my surprise he pulled out of my mouth and dropped my head back down before going back to the vibrator.
I sighed in relief, waiting for him to turn it off, but instead he just turned it up! The vibrations were stronger now, buzzing hard against my oversensitive clit, and I nearly screamed through the gag, struggling harder now.
Before I could even adjust, pleasure was ripping through me, and I cried out again, a messy sound that sent more drool down to the carpet as another orgasm hit me hard.
I took little sobbing breaths, trying to breathe through the overwhelming sensations. Killian stroked a hand down my back.
"There's more than one way to use you, Ash," he said, and I could hear the smug satisfaction in his voice. "Before the day is over I'm going to come in your mouth and your pretty pussy, but before that, I think we should see how much pleasure you can take."
Chapter 16
Killian
The thing I could appreciate the most about Ash's stubbornness was how often it resulted in situations like the one we were in. She'd come in, demanding for me to put her through her paces, just because Eve wanted the same thing.
Sometimes it made me wonder if she actually wanted these things and had to convince herself that she didn't.
Bent over, tied to the bench with a gag in her mouth and a vibrator between her legs, she certainly seemed to be having a good time. Or at least she was a soaking wet mess and was clearly ramping up to another orgasm.
At first, I'd been planning to tie her down and make use of her holes myself, just to prove that there was a lot she couldn't take if I wanted to really get down to it, but then the vibrator idea had struck me.
What was more intense than something that ran on batteries? Eventually it would give out because of losing power, but until then, it was unthinking and unfeeling. It couldn't be swayed by her garbled begging and moaning, and would keep torturing her until I took pity on her.
It was a perfect idea, and I wanted to see how much she could take. I wanted to see how she would feel afterwards, wrung out and spent.
If it was something she enjoyed, then there would be plenty more to come in the future.
So I ignored how hard my cock was and focused on her, watching her buck and writhe in the ropes as the vibrator tormented her. Listening to the sounds of it from the living room had been entertaining, but it was nothing compared to the way she looked.
Her suffering was beautiful. Her face was flushed, there was a light sheen of sweat on her skin, and the vibrator was nestled between her plump lower lips, showing off how full and wet they were as it continued to hum and buzz against her clit.
She struggled and drooled on the floor, breathing hard through the open gag, and with each whine, I knew she was getting closer and closer to falling apart again.
I didn't say anything, which was odd for me. Usually I was the first one to have a quip or a string of dirty talk on hand for a situation like that, but she was the main event for the moment. I was just there to watch and take part in the show she was putting on so effortlessly.
When she came again, there was a scream and she went still for a moment, pleasure clearly overtaking her, before she shuddered hard and tried to squirm away from the toy.
Every time she came it would make her that much more sensitive, that much more receptive to the way the vibrations felt against her most sensitive of areas, and it would start to hurt eventually.
Even pleasure could easily turn to pain if given enough of it, and I wanted to see what her limit was.
When would she start begging for it to stop?
I wouldn't let it go that far, probably. I still wanted to get off, after all, and I didn't want to push her too far because then she wouldn't want to do it again.
It was a balancing act. You had to take it just far enough, but then know when to pull back so you didn't completely overwhelm your partner.
Some people were into that, but I felt pretty confident in saying Ash would not be. She didn't want to suffer, she wanted to feel good, and the more I made her feel good, the more she came back and wanted to do it again.
Eve wanted to suffer for my pleasure, whereas Ash was suffering for hers.
That was fine. They could be different. Eve was more of a model submissive, but those could get boring pretty quickly if not handled right.
Ash was the kind you had to work for, and
I never minded a hard day's work when the rewards were so good.
I stepped back over to her, letting my hand trail down her damp back.
She jumped, obviously surprised, and looked up at me with wide eyes. Her mouth was still stretched obscenely wide, drool and tears staining her face.
I thought she was beautiful like that.
"Poor thing," I teased her. "You really are suffering, aren't you? But you wanted to get off, so I'm making that happen for you. You should be grateful."
She moaned, and I could tell the vibrator was working her up towards another orgasm already.
Ash had probably never come that much at once before. She was going to be overstimulated and out of her mind with the pleasure of it, and I couldn't wait to see it.
I’d fuck her right in the middle of it.
"How much more can you take for me, hm?" I asked her. "Are you already done? Giving up and calling it a day?"
My words were deliberate because of course they were. I watched as that fire flared in her again, and she shook her head at me, indicating she wasn't done.
I couldn't help but smile. "I know you claim to hate this," I said, "But you're good at it. You're a very good girl." I ran my fingers through her hair, stroking it back from her face, giving her some physical comfort to latch onto, and I was very surprised when she nuzzled against my hand.
That had never happened before.
She usually all but ignored my attempts at affection, determined to keep things almost professional between us. If you discounted the sex, of course. Clearly, she was loopy enough with endorphins or just that much in need of the affection that she didn't care about acting like she didn't want it.
It was... nice. I petted her for a bit longer than I'd intended to, just to keep watching her lean into it.
Being that close, I could see the moment the next orgasm seized her, and I stepped back a bit to let her thrash through it, listening to the sweet sound of her moans and pants.