Page 46 of Vienna Bargain

“Pleasure yourself.”

Alena pressed the tip of the vibrator against her pussy. The vibration wasn’t as strong as that of her magic wand, but she slid the tip up and down the valley of her sex. When the blunted tip passed over her clit, it was the contact more than the vibration that made her moan.

“Stop.”

Alena obediently lifted the vibrator away from her body, reacting to his command instinctively rather than consciously.

“Again, but you may not move it. Hold it still.”

Alena flattened the shaft of the vibrator against her pussy, the tip down at her ass. The vibration was stronger near the base, which was what she’d been counting on. Her hips bucked as the vibrator made contact with her clit, the sudden strong sensation almost painful in its intensity.

“Stop.” He punctuated the command with a hard pinch to her nipples.

Alena lifted the vibrator, panting. His grip on her nipples softened and he started to roll them gently. Warm pleasure danced along the nerve endings in her nipples, and in response her pussy clenched. Her breasts were sensitive from what he’d done to them not long ago, but the memory of pain was a pleasure of its own.

“Again.”

She dropped her hand, the vibrator making contact with her clit once more. This time she wedged the middle of the shaft against her clit and the vibration wasn’t as jarring. She sighed in pleasure. Alexander switched to stroking the very tip of each nipple with the pad of his index fingers.

For several moments her primary feeling was one of relief. Relief that the ache of desire would soon be satisfied.

Relief that he was touching her, holding her.

Then that melted away, replaced by the heat of arousal.

She tensed her abdominal muscles, feeling the first stirrings of the orgasm. Another three breaths and it wasn’t her conscious efforts that caused muscles to clench, but the rising tide of her orgasm.

“Stop.”

Alena’s eyes popped open. “Oh, that’s mean.”

“You weren’t going to tell me.”

“I was. I wasn’t that close yet.”

“I think you are lying.” He pinched her nipples, hard. “Don’t lie to me, Alena.”

“I’m not!” she cried out in protest, her nipples burning with sweet pain.

“Then you are lying to both of us.” He released her breasts. “Again.”

She lay the vibrator against her clit and though she’d been about to protest his assessment, the words were lost. It was faster now, only a few breaths before her body started to draw tight.

“Close,” she breathed.

His hands returned to her tits, and she tensed, unsure if he would give her pain or pleasure.

He grasped her nipples and pulled, stretching her flesh and then adding a little twist. It was both pleasure and pain, and it shoved her closer to the precipice.

“Close,” she yelped.

“Don’t come, but keep the vibrator on your pussy. You may adjust the position.”

Alena shifted it to the side, so there was no direct contact with her clit. She could still feel the vibrations, and between that and him playing with her nipples, she was trapped on a low plateau of pleasure.

His lips brushed her neck below her earlobe. “I don’t think you have it on your clit.”

“You didn’t say I had to, Master Alexander.”

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