Page 49 of Take Me

I whimper and strain my legs against the unforgiving spreader bar, but nothing gives, and my world becomes a narrow tunnel of obtrusive invasion, sparks of unwanted pleasure, and humiliation as he starts pushing at the other dildo too, sinking both deep inside me, filling me to the brim.

Once they’re in, he doesn’t do more to tease or test. He simply pulls the leather up over my butt and stomach and straps the buckles at my waist.

“All done,” he says and starts releasing me from the restraints.

Once I’m free, I just lie there for several minutes, barely breathing, waiting for him to leave. When I don’t hear receding steps and can’t stand the waiting anymore, I slowly slip out from beneath the covers. Every tiny movement jostles the dildos inside me, making them rub against each other through the narrow wall separating them.

My face is burning hot, my pussy throbbing, as I sit up.

“Will you please leave,” I say, keeping my eyes lowered as I scoot out to sit on the edge of the mattress with my back to him.

“I need to keep an eye on you,” he simply says.

Gingerly, I stand up, supporting myself with a hand on the wall as I struggle to find my balance. I take a step and yelp at the bolt of sensation shooting through my stomach. One more, and I pause and close my eyes, breathing heavily through the intense feeling of the dildos moving.

Releasing the wall, I step farther into the room, toward the bathroom, and each step is a staggered movement. “I—I can’t go out like this,” I say in a weak voice, grabbing onto a chair.

Taking one more step, I nearly trip as the jostling sensation in my lower body makes my muscles jerk.

Daniil is at my side in an instant. “You won’t fall on my watch,” he reassures, placing a hand under my elbow.

I glance up at him and toward the walk-in closet a few steps away. The rest of the walk almost seems insurmountable, and so does getting into my remaining clothes. And I have no idea how I’m going to walk around the city like this.

Looking up at him again, I say, “Can I change my mind and get the tongue restrictor instead?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, giving a regretful shake of his head.

My face falls. Training my eyes on the floor, I just stand there, feeling hopeless, until Daniil speaks again.

“Do you want me to help you get dressed?”

I give a slight nod, and for the next two hours, I give in to his steady support as he helps me get dressed and ready to leave, leads me to the car, and lets me lean on his arm as I go from store to store.

The tongue restrictor would have been better, indeed, because I can’t seem to speak a word as my whole body pulses with aching need. Daniil ends up handling all the communication with the store people, letting me hide in the changing room while they rush around to find the right dress for me.

I’m tempted to pick the first dress that fits, but it’s far from perfect, and even desperate as I am to go back to the hotel, I can’t make myself disobey Nikolai like that. He wants the best. So I endure three trips to different stores before I can finally collapse in the backseat of the SUV with the right dress in a garment bag beside me.

When we get back to the hotel, my cheeks are flaming, and white-hot need is pounding and pulsing in my whole body. The dildos aren’t enough to make me come, and I’m as grateful as I’m disappointed. Because coming without permission would be the greatest transgression of all. But the need pulsing through me makes me desperate for release, and as Daniil helps me lie down on the bed, I think I’ll almost be able to come anyway just by squeezing my thighs together.

“Take them out, please hurry,” I beg, all my modesty having gone out the window.

“They have to stay until Nikolai returns.”

“No,” I gasp with wide eyes. “I can’t take it; it’s too much. I’ll come if they stay in.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s my order.”

“Please,” I beg, pressing my hands to my face as I squirm on the mattress. “I can’t… I just… There’s no way I can stop it.”

“Do you want me to help you not to come?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say through bated breaths.

Daniil once again attaches the leather cuffs to all four of my limbs along with a collar around my neck. This time, the wrist cuffs go on the collar with a small chain, and the ankle cuffs go onto the spreader bar again, so wide apart I can’t rub my thighs together. Finally, he hands me the fox teddy, pulls the comforter over me, and tucks me in, telling me to let him know if I need anything.

The next hour, as I wait for Nikolai to return, is painful. I flit back and forth between somewhat calm moments and stretches of panicked despair. One minute, I lie frozen on the mattress, staring at the ceiling, afraid to stir the pulsing need that has just calmed somewhat. Then I accidentally move something, and the need bursts back alive, and I succumb to desperate tears as I writhe against the restraints, seeking release, trying not to seek it, and being unable to find any. When Nikolai finally returns, I’m so desperate I think I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from coming if I were able to reach climax.

“Please, please, please,” I beg, following him with my eyes as he moves through the room and rounds the bed. “Please make me come. I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

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