Page 26 of Blue Velvet

“You’re going to come again,” I tell her. “And again, and again - you’ll come as often as I want you to, do you understand?”

She bites her lower lip and shakes her head. “I can’t. I just-”

“Oh, yes, you can,” I interrupt her. “You’ll be surprised at how many times youcancome, my little toy.”

I know she’s sensitive right now, the blood still rushing from her previous climax, but I choose to ignore that for now. Multiple orgasms are not a myth, and I will prove that to her.

I pick up the last item I’ve brought over to the table. It’s a vibrator, comparably small in size, but very effective. It’s based on a Hitachi magic wand, arguably the most reliable tool to make a woman come pretty much on command, but this one is smaller and runs on batteries, providing it with more mobility but less power than the real thing. It’ll do for now, though, I’m sure.

I place my hand on her head, gently stroking her forehead with my thumb, while I hold her in place and press the vibrator against her sensitive clit. It’s not switched on just yet, but her eyes widen in terror when she realizes what is about to happen.

“No, I ca-”

Her objections get cut off when I press the button, sending fierce vibrations jolting through her core while she struggles in her restraints. Just as expected, she tries to lift her head to see what I’m doing with her, but I hold her down, only increasing the pressure by adding to her restraints.

She shrieks and writhes beneath me, trying to get away from the harsh violation pressed against her entrance. But soon, the horror on her face is replaced by something else - astonishment, the realization that this is about to feel really good.

“Remember to thank me!” I remind her, my face still close to hers. “And look at me.”

She groans, her voice a blend of tortured agony and bliss, when her body freezes, about to receive the first of many crests of delight.

“Th-th-thank y-y-you.”

Her words are uttered with the utmost exertion.

I smile at her. “Good girl.”

She’s trembling, her body quickly switching between tension and relief as her second climax continues to rob her of her mind.

“S-s-stop,” she pleads. “I’m... I’m do-”

“No, you’re not!”

Instead of releasing the pressure on her center, I intensify it, knowing very well that I’m hurting her. She’ll have to get past this, and she will. But for now, she’s only capable of screaming and wailing in anguish, fighting me, fighting the toy, fighting the restraints that make it impossible for her to escape this torture.

“No! No! Nooo!”

She’s bawling, drops of sweat mixing with tears on her delicate cheeks as she stares up at me.

“Please, please, please stop!”

I smile at her, solemnly shaking my head.

“Who do you belong to?”

At first she only replies with a feverish moan, but I can see her battling for words.

“You,” she breathes. “You, master.”

“And will you come for your master?” I ask. “Will you come for me again?”

Another growl escapes her shivering lips, and instead of answering me, she’s sobbing helplessly, her face contorting as the pain becomes almost too much to endure.

“Let it happen, my toy,” I whisper, unsure whether she can even hear me in her state. “Come for your master.”

She closes her eyes, and I let her, because I can tell that it relaxes her. Her groans of suffering turn into hearty moans of ecstasy, and her back arches, her body now leaning into the vibrations instead of trying to get away from them.

“Thank you!”

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