Page 77 of Free Fall

I froze, what else did he have? He thudded to his knees and pulled my underwear down, running his fingers over my now bare pussy.

“Since you spoke about getting another piercing, I haven’t been able to think of anything but your cunt all decorated,” he said, his tone casual, but it made me clench up. No fucking way — he laughed. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any needles. Though, maybe with some training…”

“Fuck off, Luca,” I spat, my voice void of any humor. Again, he chuckled, leaning between my thighs to nip at me, clasping my lips between his teeth and biting down for just a moment. My legs shook, and continued to as he pulled away.

“Spread them wider.” He patted my thighs. “One leg on the desk.”

I obliged, curious. And I trusted him. With everything I had, I trusted him.

Cool metal grazed against my labia, before a sharpness pinched at one, then the other. I screamed out, buckled forward, writhing and groaning at the sting, the pain rocketing through me.

“Labia clamps,” Luca informed me. “Beautiful. You should see for yourself. Shame there are no mirrors in here.” His fingers danced over where the sharp ache centered, where blood was trying and failing to rush.

“Holy shit,” I sighed, my hands in fists, my body heated and tickling with sweat. The intensity had me growing faint.

“And,” he said next, flipping a switch somewhere on the device. “They vibrate.”

I screamed and collapsed. What felt like a small bullet sat nestled between the clamps, sending strong vibes across my entire pussy, just ghosting against my clit. But my abused flesh was sensitive, and it overwhelmed me.

“So beautiful,” Luca muttered to himself, and I was half aware of him standing while I was suffering a slow little death on this desk. He grabbed the lube from beside me and I laid there, ready to take whatever he had.

With utilitarian precision, while I was fucking lost to it all, dying again and again from the pain and pleasure warring between my legs, he slipped a finger inside my ass, fucking it in and out while I withered. The stretch when he pushed a second one in, the same sense of pulling and taking bliss and anguish, turned me to jelly. From the hums of joy coming from behind me, the man was enjoying himself very much.

When he had three fingers pounding in and out of my ass, grazing past the ring with ease, he paused. “I’m not going to take you here tonight, puppet,” he told me, still keeping his fingers buried deep, though.

He pressed his bare cock against my pussy, nudging next to the clamps. I hadn’t even noticed him strip. “Fuck, I can feel the vibrations all the way to my balls,” he laughed, rolling the blunt head over my entrance, not pushing in. “Reminds me of your feeble attempt to dominate me.”

I was fluttering for him, my walls gagging for something to squeeze around. I wanted to milk his shaft, to let him stretch me and fill me, to take me over the cliff again and again.

When he pushed inside, the relentless pleasure sparked and tipped me over the edge into an intense orgasm. The last stretch of my body finishing me off with cries and moaning aches deep in my gut, all the way down to my shaking thighs. He fucked me through it gently, muttering about how good of a girl I was, how perfect I was behaving for him.

It made me sob and stutter. As I came down, the vibrations didn’t let up on my over sensitive flesh, and I begged him to take it off, unwilling to do it myself. “Please, Luca, it’s too much… I can’t bear it anymore.”

“You will, Zel, you’ll keep taking it.”

His words soothed me as he stroked his touch through my hair, even though my muscles were fraught with tension. I focused on the sensation of him fucking into me, of his fingers in my ass. He moved my hips into his, slamming my body against his like I was his rag doll.

“Luca, Luca, Luca,” I moaned, unable to say anything but his name. I didn’t call him master much anymore, but it was on the tip of my tongue this time. He was controlling me, moving me and demanding things of me I didn’t know I could give.

Another orgasm began to show itself when he pressed his thumb into my pussy alongside his cock, giving me that extra stretch I craved. We both knew I could take much more, but neither of us was going to make it that long tonight.

“Holy shit,” Luca growled, his movements beginning to stutter. “Come for me, puppet, do it.”

That orgasm that was threatening? With his words, it neared its peak. “More,” I begged. “I need more.”

Using his other hand, he pushed a second thumb in with his cock, pumping it in out of sync, so it felt like there was always something moving both in and out. It was too intense, and as I orgasmed for a second time, I blacked out. The world around me disappeared into that pain pleasure swirl, into the focal points of his touch, nothing else remained as my body squeezed and convulsed and my voice came out a garble.

He slumped over me, his dick falling free with a stream of cum against my thighs. Fast, but with care, he turned off the vibrations and detached the labia clamps, slamming them to the table with a clank. They looked so harmless, shiny with lube and body fluids.

Luca and I both fell to the cool floor, positioned so I landed on him with a smack of skin. He could have the icy tile against his back after I’d had the cold desk pressed against my tits and belly. Curled together, sleep took us, only briefly, but our bodies just gave up.

I didn’t care where I was with him, he was my comfort. My limit and a good chunk of my heart. How fucked up was it? I didn’t give a damn.

“Walking a little funny, aren’t ya?” Seren queried with a raised eyebrow as she dropped Leo off two days later. Leo hugged my leg before charging into the house. Damn, I’d missed the kid. Couldn’t wait to snuggle up with him under the blankets and chat about all the fun he’d had.

“Don’t start,” I replied with narrowed eyes. It wasn’t even from the fuckfest Luca had submitted me to two nights ago. I’d performed at the club last night, opening night, and I swear I pulled a damn muscle swinging from the ribbons.

Seren only laughed as I turned to walk into the house, following me with a little pat to my ass. “Poor Zelly,” she mocked.

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