Page 40 of Coerced Wife

“Don’t worry, treasure. You’ll take it without difficulty. It’s not as big as my cock.”

I lick my dry lips when he brings the toy to the center of my legs.

“You can move your hand now.”

When I oblige, he positions the bulbous head of the plug at my opening, wiggling it to part my folds before slowly pushing it inside. The head slips in first, stretching me in the most delicious way. The rest glides in easily, but it’s a tight fit. Once it’s fully lodged inside, he makes quick work of tying my free hand to the other bedpost, and then I’m completely at his mercy.

“So pretty,” he says, admiring the toy in my pussy. “You’re stretched wider than with a dildo. You’re going to come hard, my treasure.”

He opens the black bag and shakes out the contents. My gaze snaps to the gel when he picks it up.

“No.” I shake my head. “Not the gel.”

Shit. I forgot about that. How could I have forgotten it was there? Because I haven’t needed a vibrator since Saverio came into my life.

“I’ve been dying to play with this,” he says, uncapping the tube.

“Sav,” I plead, because the gel is vicious. I only use thegel when I already have my vibrator switched on in my hand.

He clicks his tongue. “Patience, baby girl. How does my cum feel inside you? Is it hot in your pussy, filling you to the brim?”

The ache between my legs increases, the throbbing relentless. It’s his dirty talk. He knows what it does to me.

I hold my breath as he squirts a blob of gel on his forefinger, bringing it to his nose and smelling it before rubbing the cold liquid with circular movements into my clit.

I lift my hips, chasing the friction, but as soon as he’s covered the nub with the gel, he denies me his touch.

Fuck.

The effect is instantaneous. The gel works as a stimulator, swelling and heating my flesh. It’s as if all the blood in my body rushes to that single point. I twist in my bonds, seeking the release I can’t find without the ability to close my legs.

Saverio kneels between my knees, gripping the rounded knob of the plug and twisting it from side to side. I cry out, bucking under the pleasure that shoots through my nerve endings. My clit throbs, and my pussy is soaking wet.

“Yes,” I say when Saverio finally takes the vibrator and switches it on. “God, yes.”

“You beg so beautifully,” he says, pressing the vibrator lightly on my clit.

Too little.

I will him to give me what I want, but he takes it away again, and I sag onto the mattress with a sob of frustration.

“Let me come,” I beg.

He glides a hand up my leg, teasing my skin into goosebumps. “Trust me, and you’ll get what you need.”

“Sav,” I cry out, pulling on the scarves, but it’s useless. “Untie me.”

“Not until I’ve taken care of your pleasure, my beauty.”

“Then do it,” I say, straining my neck to glare at him.

“I love your feistiness, but I’m not done playing.”

The ache in my clit increases, the pressure as the nub grows more engorged and heated almost unbearable. The short, light touches of the vibrator on that spot before Saverio removes it only drives my need higher.

Just when I think I can’t take it any longer, he puts the vibrator on maximum speed and pushes it down on my clit. At the same time, he presses on the knobby handle of the plug with a flat palm, making sure my body doesn’t push it out.

The orgasm hits me so hard my whole body lifts off the mattress. Instead of letting up, he makes me ride it out, keeping the plug and the vibrator in place. It goes on and on until my legs spasm and I’m shaking and then some. I’m unable to form a single word. My lips refuse to voice anything but the scream that tears from my chest as he gives me no reprieve. It feels like taking a thousand volts from an electric charge. Sweat covers every inch of my skin. My muscles quiver. My oversensitive flesh responds to the ongoing stimulation, need climbing inside me again. The burn from the gel fades to a lingering warmth, but another climax squeezes my body and locks my inner muscles around the toy inside me.

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