Page 92 of Savage

“Good,” Hunter says, petting me. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

He leans against the dining room table and reaches into his pocket. I can’t see what it is, but I feel it just a second later.

The dildo begins vibrating.

For a moment, sheer panic threatens to overwhelm me as I remember the last time he put a vibrator inside of me. But one look at his face and the hunger there—one hard yank of those clamps that makes me mewl in pleasure and discomfort alike as I flinch—makes me settle just a little.

I can’t relax too much; he wants my back straight even though it puts pressure on the thin chains leading from my nipples to my thighs. But I can breathe, at least, even if I’m all too aware of the thing in my mouth.

The vibrations go through me, and it’s a struggle not to squirm or slump down. More drool slips down my chin.

It takes all of my concentration, to the point where thinking about anything else gets harder too. Stay straight. Legs apart. Chin up. Don’t slump—

I make an embarrassing sound when Hunter reaches out to adjust my posture. I had slumped down, trying to relieve the pressure on my nipples. His touch is warm and grounding, reminding me of where I am.

“Loosen your hands,” Hunter murmurs. “Don’t fight it.”

I slowly relax my hands, forcing myself to spread my fingers instead of balling them up. It’s so fucking hard not to fight it, though, when I’m torn between pleasure and building discomfort.

All the while, saliva continues to drip from my mouth onto my skin, and the buzzing of the vibrator gets stronger, making me whine and fight not to squirm.

I can only think of this, of him, and everything else has long since been pushed to the side. I don’t care about that man, or about Dylan, or about anyone else. My attention is fully focused on Hunter and only Hunter… and what he’s doing to me.

Slowly, I give into the posture. My chest aches and my pussy keeps clenching, and all of this is fine. I think if not for the gag, I might even smile a little.

I lose track of time like this, letting my mind drift into this peaceful pleasure-pain.

“Good,” Hunter says softly, rubbing his hand over the bottom of my chin. “Just like that.”

I let out a soft hum, but my eyes have fluttered closed. It’s a pity; I’d like to see his face. But I’m just too caught up in bliss edged with slight discomfort to open them again. The most I can do is tilt my head into his touch, reminding myself to sit up straight despite the ache in my nipples.

Hunter places two fingers on my tongue, pressing down on the thing in my mouth. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Your only job is to keep breathing and holding still.”

If my mouth hadn’t already been watering, it would be now. I try to nod, but it feels like too much effort. Instead, I hold my pose and keep breathing as steadily as I can, feeling for all the world that I could drift off right here and now in my happy little bubble.

Hunter steps away only long enough to push his cock past the ring in my mouth. I didn’t even notice him unzipping. With the ring-gag in the way, I can’t suck or lick. I don’t have to try to perform and make it the best blowjob ever.

I just have to be.

I sigh happily as he thrusts in and out of my mouth at a slow, languid pace. His hands on my head remain gentle. I don’t feel like I’m being face-fucked; I don’t feel like I’m being used.

It’s a strange feeling, and everything else fades into the background: the low buzzing of the vibrator, the clamps, the way I have to sit up perfectly straight… It’s just there, and all I have to do is be open and receptive to it all.

I whine when he pulls out, but I don’t chase after his cock. I’m supposed to stay just like this.

I hear him grunt and feel the hot splash of his cum all over my chest. I sigh and clench around the vibrator, trying to get it even deeper into me.

“Beautiful,” Hunter says, his voice ragged. “Do you want to come, Stef?”

I don’t even know. I feel so good that it feels like one more sensation might ruin the moment. I just want his hands on me. I want him to hold me.

In a lot of ways, I feel like I’ve already come.

But I nod to him despite my dazed state, because if I feel this good now, I can only imagine what an actual orgasm would feel like.

Hunter reaches down and massages my breast, making the clamps pull. I gasp at the sudden new sensation.

Then he removes the clamp from that breast.

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