Page 119 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

My fingers swirled over her clit, strumming it like one would a guitar as my eyes locked in on hers, teasing her to the brink of insanity and back again as she dripped over my fingers.

“Such a sloppy wet cunt, princess.” I teased her,licking my fingers clean as she watched every movement of my tongue with a hunger that echoed my own. “But Christ Almighty, do you taste good.”

I could not hold back my groan of desire,wanting nothing more than to slide underneath her, licking and lapping all those sweet juices up. But that was not on the menu for tonight, unfortunately.

Reaching around her body, I plucked the small bullet vibrator from the bed, turning it on and pressing it against her clit. She whimpered, begging me with her eyes to make it end.

“Easy now, princess. This is just a warmup. Trust me, this isn’t even the hard part…yet.” She whimpered beautifully at my words, the rope still held tightly between her teeth. As soon as my command reached her ears, her eyes popped open wide, whining. She couldn’t speak the words, but the glare she tried to level me with was exquisitely divine. I cackled, reveling in her torture. This was heaven. This right fucking here.

“You can be salty about it all you want, but that’s not going to make this any easier.”

Reveling in utterly diabolical delight, I pressedthe button on the vibrator, turning it up a notch. She keened loudly around the rope, struggling to keep it wedged in her mouth as her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears of torment and fear mixed with pleasure. Christ, my cock ached for her. It took everything I had not to halt this entire scene and just take her, here and now, for my own pleasure.

“In fact,” I began, touching my fingers to her chin gently. “I’m pretty sure that during our last scene,you said, and I quote,it’s not my fault you made it so easy. So, consider the game leveled up, princess. You wanted harder, harder is what you’ll get.”

I walked away from her, around the bed, and towards the dresser where all the toys were stored. My cock was screaming for relief, dripping with need for her. I squeezed my hand around it, hoping to stave off my desperation for a little while longer. If there wasanythingabout this that washarder, it was me.

I pulled a new toy from the dresser drawer, one we had never used before. It was an inflatable plug, designed to be inserted and then pumped up, much like a blood pressure cuff… but nothing like it at all, at the same time. I pumped the balloon end a few times, making sure all was well before joining her by the bed once more.

Pumping the toy up twice, I positioned myself back in front of her, taking advantage of the fact that her eyes were tightly closed, unable to see what I was doing. Pouring a few drops of lube onto the toy, I slipped it between her folds, gently sliding it deep inside her wet, throbbing cunt.

“That’s my girl. Take it in deep for your Sir,” I whispered darkly against the sensitive part of her spine, at the nape of her neck.A shiver ran down her spine, and I swore I could hear her curse to herself in unintelligible words, muttering around the rope.

Smirking to myself, I kept my gaze trained on her face, needing to see her face as I inflated the toy inside of her depths.

“Deep breath for me, princess.” I squeezed the balloon end three times in a row, inflating the toy insideof her. The way her eyes went wide in shock for a moment made my cock harden even more. She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. The feeling must have been overwhelming. “Breathe for me. You can take it.”

Three more pumps of the balloon inflated the toy inside her enough that she whimpered, the sound turning to a groan as pleasure overtook the shock of being stretched wide.

“Come on, princess, you can do better than that.” I was teasing her, egging her on. We both loved it — lived for it — in our scenes, and this one was no different. “If you can take my fist, you can take this toy.”

My eyebrows raised as she squirmed slightly, immediately wincing as the clothespins pulled against her skin, much to my everlasting delight.

“I bet you feel so full, don’t you, baby?” I teased playfully, pressing against her abdomen to apply more pressure against her G-spot. I pressed the buzzing bullet against her clit once more, overloading her with sensation as she trembled and worked to keep a hold of the rope in her mouth.

She knelt, body vibrating, keening pitifully as she struggled to maintain her control.

“Oh, did I forget to mention? You’re not allowed to cum.” I could barely hold back my snicker as she sneered at me. Fuck me, if looks could kill, I’d be a dead man. My cock dripped with need as I watched her struggle, basking in the glory of it.

“You know what? Let’s make this arealchallenge, shall we?” Her eyes widened, shaking her head back and forth twice before wincing as the pins pulled taut. Icouldn’t help but cackle as one pin tugged right off of her skin.

“Tsk, tsk. You better be careful, princess, or this is going to go very badly very quickly,” I chastised her, reattaching the pulled clothespin to her breast. I took the opportunity to re-apply some of the other ones I’d hit off of her with the crop, for good measure. I couldn’t have her thinking I was taking it easy on her, after all.

She groaned deeply, almost gutturally, the pain worse now that the pins had been removed and reapplied. The blood rushing back into the area made the skin incredibly sensitive.

I pulled another toy from behind her where I’d placed it on the bed. This time, it was one of my favorite toys: a satisfier. A delightfully sadistic toy that vibrated and sucked, perfect for a pretty little clit like hers. Spreading her pussy lips with one hand, I placed the suction cup right over her tender little nub.

“Now, you’re ready for a real challenge.” She rolled her eyes and I could only smirk, my eyes remaining utterly focused on hers as I pressed the on button with diabolical glee.

She went utterly wild, thrashing and bucking and writhing around, consistently making each and every pin pull against her skin. If she wasn’t careful, she would drop the damn rope, and this would be over before I’d had my fun. I wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Come on, princess, you can do better than that. Hold it for me.” With a firm grasp on her chin, I held her gaze to mine, keeping her right there — connected to me.

“Hold it for me. Hold it right there, princess.”

“Mmr mrfff…” she whimpered around the rope. While it was completely unintelligible, I understood every fucking word. I knew exactly what she was telling me. It was all written, clear as day, in those vibrant, ocean-blue eyes.

“Oh, yes you can, love. Focus. Right here with me.”

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