Page 20 of The Music in Me

“Only when you get into trouble. Luckily, that doesn’t happen often.”

“I’d have gotten into a lot more trouble if I knew this was going to happen,” I teased him as I bit on the chicken he fed to me.

“It’s not about you getting in trouble, Kira. It’s about getting you out of your head so you can start writing again.”

I wasn’t sure how getting whipped, spanked, and fucked was supposed to help me write music again, but I wasn’t complaining. “Well, if Rome made you think about spanking me, I wonder what you wanted to do to me after Vegas.”

“Not sure it’s a good idea to bring up Vegas, Kira. I only just decided I was done punishing you tonight.” He shook his head slowly. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I was having fun,” I quipped and burst into laughter when he aimed a scowl at me.

We continued reminiscing about our past, sharing stories about past adventures we’d been on before moving on to other topics. It reminded me of my early tour days when he and I traveled from venue to venue in his car. We talked, ate, and laughed, and even though I did not forget the balls weighing down my pussy and keeping me in a state of perpetual arousal, I got used to it enough to relegate it to the background.

We finished eating and nursed one last glass of wine between us, still talking and enjoying each other’s company. In the middle of a story I was telling, he reached for my zipper and pulled it down, pushing my dress down to my waist.

“Keep talking,” he said as he dragged the dress down my legs and tossed it aside. Now, I sat in his lap in nothing but my underwear, trying to remember what I had been saying. “I said, keep talking,” he repeated, pulling me back on his lap so I rested against his chest.

I managed to continue my story, voice quivering and legs shaking as the balls stroked and rubbed against sensitive nerve endings, sending pleasure rocking through me. One flick of his wrist and my bra came undone. It joined my dress on the floor, and I began to tremble in his arms, desperately craving what I knew was coming.

“Keep telling the story, or I stop,” he warned softly as he lowered his head and nuzzled my neck. Cupping my breast with one hand, he casually rolled his thumb around my nipple and looked into my eyes as I continued my story.

I waited for him to do more. To take my nipple in his mouth and suck them or slide the thick, pulsing erection I’d been forced to feel all night inside me, but Leon did none of that. He simply kept playing with my nipple, adding just a little more fuel to an already volatile situation. All I needed was a spark, the right touch in the right place, the barest pleasure where I needed the most, and I was going to explode.

Leon didn’t give me that. He kept me on edge with the low drawl of his voice as he launched into another story, and the silver balls in my pussy, rolling and turning every time I moved. Now, the sensation of his finger teasing and stroking my nipples until every word I said was spoken in breathless anticipation. Every second that passed an eternity, and every thought in my mind centered on the weight of the steel rod pressing against my thigh.

“Please,” I finally broke. “I can’t take it anymore. I need…” My hands scratched at his chest as I tried to think of words. “I need …

“Anything…” I mumbled as I looked into his eyes. “Anything you want, Daddy. Anything to make this torture stop…”

He slid a hand between my legs, pushing my thong aside as he grabbed the dripping string hanging out of my pussy and tugged on it. I cried out, throwing my hands around his shoulders and tucking my head against him as my pussy clenched around the metal balls. He popped one ball out, and I shuddered in his palms, shaking so hard I almost rolled off him.

“Remember,” he whispered as he tugged on the string, pulling the second ball halfway out, “you only come when I tell you to.”

“Oh…” I moaned as the heavy weight of the ball tugged at the walls of my pussy. I was drenched and leaking, too much moisture for how tight I felt around the silver weight. I needed an orgasm but was ready to settle for having the invading object driving me insane taken out of my body. “Please,” I begged Leon when he seemed to pause. “It’s starting to hurt…”

“And you know what to do to make it stop,” he said and pushed the ball back inside my pussy.

I screamed and jerked his shirt, the weight of the ball going into the depth of my pussy and sending a ripple of fire-hot sensation licking across my flesh. My clit throbbed, my pussy wept for relief, and my cries became desperate with each passing second. Leon didn’t seem to be in a hurry to give me any relief. If anything, he enjoyed what he was doing to me.

I felt his erection beneath me, throbbing every time I moaned and twitched when I shook in his arms. My nipples remained in his hands. The low thrum of sensation I felt as he toyed and tugged on them was nothing compared to the avalanche of pleasurable pain that coalesced in and around my sex. It didn’t matter how much I begged and pleaded. Leon didn’t stop teasing me.

He would pull the ball out and wait until I started to hope he was finally done with me before pushing it back in. And every time he did, I could feel the ball of pleasure inside me grow bigger and bigger, pleasure so intense it was not painful. I had gone from begging to crying, tears licking down my face as he continued his torture.

“You know what you have to say to make it stop,” he whispered. “Say it, Kira. Tell me you can’t take this any longer.”

I didn’t want to. It felt like admitting defeat, and I hated that. The longer I held on, the more frustrated Leon got and the harder he pushed to get me to break. He slid a finger inside me, stroking around the ball. Not even clamping my thighs around his hand made it better, and I descended into the depth of madness. He knew when to slow down and when to go fast, knew how to keep me right on the edge without giving me enough to push me over.

“Red!” I screamed when I could no longer take it. My pride had to take a back seat to saving my mind. “Red,” I whispered, body still shaking as I undulated in Leon’s arms. “Please, enough. I can’t take any more…”

I heard Leon heave a sigh of relief before popping the last ball out, and that was all I needed to push me over the edge. It felt like falling from heaven. My climax was more relief than pleasure but still enough to dissolve my mind. I buried my face in Leon’s chest and screamed, bucking and twisting as I exploded with enough force to scorch us both.

He held me through my climax, and when I stopped jerking, he tucked me close to his body. For several minutes, all I could do was shake and pant in his arms as my body slowly returned to base.

Leon waited until I stopped shaking and was breathing normally before he said, “You came without permission, Kira.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” I mumbled, looking down.

“I know,” he said understandingly. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the fact that you broke a rule.”

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