Page 120 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

Whimpering and trembling, she struggled to hold on to her control.

“It’s so bad, isn’t it?” I was goading her, goading her so fucking beautifully it could have brought a tear to my sadistic eye. “You can do this. Right here with me. I’m going to count down. When I get to the end, you may cum. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded, just barely, holding the rope between her clenched teeth as she teetered right on the brink of orgasm.

“Thirty… twenty-nine…”

She balked as she heard how high I was starting; making a ridiculous noise as her eyes popped open wide in shock and fear of failure.

I knew what would happen. I knew that she wouldn’t be able to make it. I had designed it that way. She wouldn’t be punished, not with anything more than funishments, at least. I wanted it. I wanted her to fail, to draw out the torture and titillating torment of our play. It wasn’t a real failure, after all. It was just how we played.

As I counted down slowly, I watched her struggle. Her face told the story her words could not; all but begging me for relief or release. I didn’t think she even knew which one.

“Fifteen…. fourteen…” My counting slowed, wishing to draw it out, to make it more difficult. I expected to see her balk again, to whimper and whine. But instead, she gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing and brow furrowing as she found her strength.

And fuck me. It took my breath away. Mostly because her eyes stay locked on mine, focused and centered right on me. She didn’t close them to seek inner strength. She stayed locked right here, in the moment, pulling strength fromme,her Dominant.

My Dominant heart swelled to bursting in that moment, reveling in the way she buckled down and persevered.

Nothing in the world could have been more beautiful to me.

“That’s it, love. Just like that. Right here with me.” I coached her through it, pausing my countdown. She was so fucking close. Her strength and perseverance were the greatest gifts she could have given me during this time together. I was floored. I was honored. I was fucking ravenous for her.

“Five… four…”

She groaned loudly, almost lewdly, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Eyes!” I barked out sharply, her eyes popping open and finding mine again. “Don’t give up yet. You’re so close.”

Running ahand over her hair, I willed my own strength to transfer from my body to hers through mere touch, giving her that extra bit of strength she needed to make it to the bitter end. My chest swelled with so much fucking pride I could barely contain it. It wasgoddamn breathtaking to behold.Shewas breathtaking to behold.

“Three…two… one…” And with my eyes locked on hers, I uttered my most poignant and vital command. “Now cum for me, princess. Cum like you’ve never cum before. Flood my hand.”

I slipped my other hand between her thighs, holding the toy with one hand and pulling the inflatable toy out of her slowly with the other. The stretch launched her straight into the stratosphere, and her screams echoed around the room as her juices sprayed over my hand, drenching me, drenching the bed below us.

Thank fucking God I had purchased the waterproof mattress pad, or this would have been a much bigger mess to clean up later. Not that it mattered now.

Screams tore from her throat, raw and violent, as she came for me, finally releasing the rope from between her teeth. It flew upwards towards the pulley, gravity pulling the weight down to the floor where it crashed with a loud thud. But the most beautiful part was how the dozens of clothespins were ripped from her body in the span of two seconds, and how her eyes popped wide open in response.

Shock, pain, and incomprehensible pleasure wracked her body as her screams ended abruptly, her mouth still open wide as she went utterly silent, her body taut and frozen in a pleasure-induced spasm that she could not escape.

Gently, I removed the handcuffs that had held her arms behind her, then guided her down onto her back, the vibrating toy still held firmly against her clit. Herentire body was rigid, almost in a state of rigor mortis.Le petite mort,indeed.

“Don’t stop, love. Cum for me again,” I urged her, my cock literally dripping as I pressed the button on the satisfier for a third time. The suctioning vibration intensified, making her eyes roll back in her head with its intensity. I watched, hopelessly enraptured, as tears slid from the corners of her closed eyes, running down her face and to the pillow under her head.

She sobbed for me, her body arching clear off the bed as her delicious juices poured out, splashing over my hand and onto the bed for a second time.

“Yes,” I growled, low and quiet, for her ears only.

Removing the toy from her finally, I tossed it to the side, my fingers immediately finding her clit again, strumming the over-sensitized nub lightly. I wasn’t ready to quit yet. Not by a long shot. I wanted her weeping by the time I called the scene.

“You…y..you said…” she tried to speak, barely able to form words.

“Oh, I know what I said, princess,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “I never said you could drop the rope, though. That was a choice. Allyourchoice.” Chuckling lightly, absolutely delighted with myself, I let my fingers continue slowly circling her aching clit.

“You…fucking… assho—” Before she could finish her foolish words, I pressed a finger to her lips. The exact same finger that had just been toying with that precious little nub I adored so much.

“Ah, ah, princess. I’d think twice before finishing that particular thought if I were you.” I rubbed my wet fingerover her lips, enjoying the way it wet her skin, making it shine with her cum. “However, you look so fucking pretty with your juices covering your face.”

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