Page 264 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

I kept my gaze centered straight ahead even though I heard him gathering up numerous items. I’d given him my hard limits before, and after the rain call, I knew he remembered them all, so I wasn’t worried. I was simply anxious. Patience wasn’t a virtue of mine, at least not until I started coming to Syn. The men here controlled everything and everyone, including me. There was nothing I loved more than submitting, though.

“You’re such a good girl,” he told me as soon as he made his way back over. “And you’re going to continue to be one for me, yes?”

“Yes,” I responded.

He reached around me and seconds later, he covered my eyes completely with a silk tie. Not only did I love being restrained and at his mercy, but I also loved sensory deprivation. I wasn’t surprised that he had remembered that from a previous call of ours as well. He’d asked me how I had gotten into the lifestyle, and I told him that it was quite cliché. I had gotten bored of relationships with vanilla men, and had wanted to experiment with things those lovers never would. Being tied up and spanked had been one of those things. Considering what he had me on, I safely assumed that would come next.

I was at peace with whatever he thought to use on me. I’d not been with many Dominants so my experience was still slightly on the newer end, but there was no one better to introduce me to things than Easton. The man controlled my every waking thought lately, so I might as well give him my body, too.

“I want to use something a little different than a standard flogger on you. If it becomes too much, you can use your safe word and we’ll stop to talk about it.”

“Okay,” I told him, then braced myself for whatever it was that he had in mind.

The adrenaline that being in this position created was one thing, but not knowing what kind of torturous device he might use on me made it start to flow through my bloodstream like wildfire. Every cell in my body was alive, and I had to remind myself a time or two to actually breathe. That proved to be wise the second I felt his hand come down hard across the center of my ass.

“I’ve dreamed of doing much more than just fucking this tight ass of yours. I want to mark it, and I will. For the next few days, you’ll be reminded of this night every time you sit down.” I shivered. “I don’t expect you to count these blows. Just enjoy them.”

That was easier said and done, but I would try my best to humor him. Seconds later, I heard a soft whoosh followed by a blistering streak of fire across one of my ass cheeks. “Oh,” was all I said, catching myself before I could say more.

Easton delivered another two or three to the same ass cheek, and it felt raw. It stung like I had sat down on a wasp’s nest, and the tears coming from my eyes were slowly soaking the blindfold in front of them. He moved over to the other ass cheek and delivered much of the same treatment to it as the other one.

By the time he was finished, more than my eyes were weeping. My pussy was too. I was so damn wet, despite the pain, and when he slipped his hand between my thighs, I knew he now knew it, too.

“Fuck,” he groaned aloud while toying with my clit.

Easton then slipped three fingers into me and began to thrust them in and out of me. There was no leisure to it this time. He wanted to get me to the edge which he managed to do in record time. This man not only knew where my G-spot was, but he knew exactly how to touch me.

“Easton,” I cried out as he stopped.

His body came down over mine and the abrasiveness of his denim jeans against my raw ass made me whimper. His warm mouth came down on the top of my shoulders, then he kissed across the back of my neck, before delivering a few down my spine. There was little I could do but sit there, and he took full advantage of my immobility.

“This pussy,” he said as he started to move his fingers once more before continuing, “knows to whom it belongs. You want to come, Shelby. I know it, and I can feel it.”

“Yes, I do,” I responded.

He went in for the kill again, then stopped just before I could reach the peak. It was like trying to climb a mountain and falling inches from the top. He did that a few times before stepping away.

“Easton?” I called out to him.

“Stay just like you are,” he told me, essentially cutting me off.

My core was aching, especially now that he had withdrawn his fingers. I dropped my head forward and tried to concentrate on anything outside of the inner pulsing. Once he split me open, I knew I would be able to come on command. Something told me that he wasn’t ready for that just yet, and those suspicions were confirmed the moment I heard him drop some other items onto the table beside me.

I didn’t question Easton as I trusted him inexplicably. That might’ve proven to be the wrong move when he wrapped something else around my lower body. It was tight with very little give, but it did allow him just enough room to wedge a vibrating wand to my clit. The second he turned it on, I flinched. Torment was definitely the game of the night.

I took in each jolt as it was pressed against me. If I thought it was hard enough to hold off from coming when it was just his fingers, I had no idea how I would outlast this toy of resistance destruction. Since he hadn’t given me permission to come, I tried my hardest although my restraint was growing thinner with each pulse of the wand.

He came in front of me, then fisted a handful of my long hair. When he had my head upright, it made me shift, but the toy remained in place. “I want to feel those lips of yours wrapped around me and if you make me come, I’ll let you do the same.”

Let me? I cried out at that, especially since the wand was a constant source of pressure and torment upon me. My clit had never been more stimulated than it was now, and I knew I’d need to purchase a toy like this one for myself. Only I would come, and likely with visions of Easton in my head.

Deciding to focus less on what was happening down there, I opened my mouth the moment he tapped my lips with his cock. He slipped right in, and holding my head in that position, I knew he intended to control this part of the night as well. I was right because I would normally start by working his thick length slowly down, he slammed forward causing me to choke.

He pulled out, I took a deep breath, then he thrust back into me. This time, I remembered to breathe, and it wasn’t long before the damn wand was forgotten completely. I heard Easton groan as his thrusts got deeper and harder each time. I relaxed my throat and took him as deep as humanly possible, earning broken words of praise along the way. By the time he slammed forward and stilled, he came and I used those same muscles to swallow down every drop of him.

“Your mouth is so fucking incredible,” he told me which once more made me smile. “I don’t think you need this anymore,” he said as he first ripped the blindfold from my eyes, then the strap holding the wand in place.

The toy fell but he had all of it removed within seconds. He opened a condom, then lined his latex sheathed cock at my entrance. Seconds later, he pushed inside using the same force and impatience as he had done with my mouth. I moaned out loud, then let out a small mewl when he slapped one of my still aching ass cheeks.

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