Page 15 of Roxanne

My legs are held open wide by these ropes.

“Impressed?” he asks, looking way too happy with himself.

“Shut up,” I grumble, dropping my head, and looking back up at the mirror. I would like to thank whoever installed those. Brilliant idea.

“Let's see…” I hear a buzz as something clicks on. I can’t see what he grabbed, but it came from the pile of stuff from the bag. I know what it sounds like though…

He presses his fingers to my center through the fabric, and he groans.

“You’re soaking wet, my little slut.” His softly murmured words send heat flooding my body, and my pussy clamps around nothing.

I watch as he lifts my thong and slides something inside the fabric. It nestles against my clit, and the first pulse makes me cry out. I thrash and try to escape, but can’t. I’m completely restrained. The sucking comes next, helping the vibrator secure itself against my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan breathlessly. That might be the second best feeling…the first being Storm's mouth against me…

“It sucks and vibrates at the same time,” Storm informs me, but I don’t need him too, I can fucking feel it. The pleasure is so intense, and I’m already shaking. My pussy gushes, and wetness trickles down my thigh through the panties.

He trails his fingers up my sides gently, making me shiver, drawing some of my focus away from the pulsing between my legs.

“Fuck, these tits… Do you even know how perfect you are?” he asks, and I watch as he lightly drags a thumb over one nipple, then the other. I lift my head, so I can see the look in his eyes as he stares at my body. I expect his full focus to be on my tits, but he’s watching my face.

“Stop teasing me,” I whisper, making him smirk.

“So fucking needy. When was the last time you came? When my tongue was fucking your virgin cunt?” His warm fingers lightly brush over one nipple, and then the other once more. When he pinches, I yelp. He cups my breasts and groans.

“Perfect tits.” His lips close around a hardened peak, and he sucks, before flattening his tongue, and rolling it around. When he bites, my back arches, causing the toy buzzing between my legs to shift down, latching onto my clit even more.

I’m so fucking close, and as Storm switches his attention between my breasts, I can’t help but moan, wishing I could touch him.

I come hard, screaming, but Storm doesn't stop his assault, and leaves the toy in place, buzzing away.

My body writhes as much as the ropes allow, and the intense sucking of the toy against my clit would be enough on its own, but the vibrations are too much. Add Storm’s mouth on my body, and I’m screaming out another orgasm in minutes.

“That was the hottest sound I’ve ever heard, Roxy. When you whispered my name instead of Eric’s, I nearly lost it. I wanted to fuck you so hard that no other man’s name would ever pass between your lips again,” Storm growls, as he moves between my spread legs. I keep my eyes on him in the mirror, and gasp when he yanks my panties off, using his hand to hold the vibrator in place.

“Fuck,” I whisper. He bites his lip, as he stares at my center.

“You’re fucking soaked, Roxy. Do you feel how fucking wet you are for my cock? God, I want to fuck you so badly.” I feel the brush of his fingers there at my entrance. He looks up at me, as he slowly slides two fingers into my pussy. My back arches, and Storm groans.

“Storm,” I moan, but it slipped out. I shake my head, but fuck, I hate that part of me. The one that’s constantly trying to push Storm away for something he didn’t do. “Oh, fuck, Storm…” I moan again, and this time he growls.

“Fuck, the way you say my name is like a fucking prayer. You make my cock so fucking hard. I feel like a teen ready to bust in his jeans.”

The toy keeps sucking, and buzzing as he thrusts in and out, his long fingers curling inside me.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan. I’ve never felt pleasure so intense before. My pussy pulses around his fingers, and I’m gasping for air. Suddenly, his fingers and the toy are yanked away from my pussy, and are replaced by his mouth.

“Come for me one more time, Roxy. This time, I want to taste you on my tongue.” He pushes his fingers back in, three this time, and fucks me with them. His tongue over my clit is so erotic, and I’m coming hard like he commanded.

“No more,” I whisper, making him chuckle.

“Are you done? Use your safe word, and I’ll stop. If you don’t, I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he warns, and I nod my head.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” I beg.

My ankles fall free of the ropes, and when I look up, Storm is reaching up to untie my wrists too.

He leans over me, resting his weight on his hands that are beside my head, as he looks into my eyes.

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