Page 12 of The Throwback

I’ve done this with past girlfriends, but I can already tell that having the keys to Bailey’s pleasure will be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The way she’s giving me her full trust and submission while we explore is making me feel like my only purpose in this life is to take care of her.

I reach behind me, grabbing the vibrator and switching on the main part. A dull buzzing sound fills the room, and she turns toward the source as if she’s being pulled to it. I take a small amount of mercy on her, pressing it to the skin on her inner thigh as she trembles with need. By the time I slide it upward and it touches her sensitive nub through her panties, her shaking legs are already parted wide in invitation.

“Stay still,” I warn. “I decide how much pressure you get right now. If you press against this toy, you’ll be punished. Your pleasure is mine from now on. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” she stutters, and scorching hot blood pounds against my pulse points as adrenaline courses through me. I can’t wait to make her come. Again and again until she’s begging me to stop.

I keep a steady pressure with the toy as I take in the sight below me. Bailey is lying there, blindfolded, one breast still out of her nightie, trying her best not to move even though I can tell by how tight every muscle is that she wants to. I peek down to where the vibrator is pressed to her needy clit, sliding it out of the way just enough to see her arousal as it leaks through the thinpanties that cover it. Pushing the toy against her slit for a moment, I pull it away to find the lacy fabric clinging to the wet skin underneath. She moans in response, and I feel a part of my resolve crumble as I crawl down the bed and settle with my face between her legs.

“You’re being so good for me,” I praise. “I’m going to get these off. You made such a mess already.”

“Mhmm,” she whimpers, and I reach up for the sides of her panties. Her legs open wider, and although it wasn’t part of my plan just yet, I’m taken over by instinct as I lean forward and drag my tongue up the soaked fabric from ass to clit. As soon as her sweet taste registers, I know I’ll never crave another thing for the rest of my life. I let my eyes roll back as I take one more quick swipe before sitting back, pulling the ruined lace down her legs and tossing it aside.

Returning to my spot between her thighs, I bring the vibrator back to her swollen bundle of nerves, watching as it spasms at the contact. My cock is painfully hard, and I hump against the mattress to dull the throb as I do my best to keep from licking her again. I just want to get her worked up right now, because when she finally does explode for the first time, I don’t plan on stopping. I’ll wring orgasm after orgasm from her until she cries or says her safe word. And I can’t fucking wait.

“I’m gonna come,” she breathes, and I pull the toy away, making her whine in response. “Jett, please. I need to.Please.” The sound of her begging only spurs me on as the release she was almost able to grasp onto floats out of reach.

“I know, baby. I know,” I coo. “Let me edge you for aminute. I promise I’m going to make you feel so good. Trust me, okay?”

She nods her head, relaxing back into the pillow as I dip one fingertip inside her, wetting it and using the slick arousal to rub tight circles around her clit. Her legs stiffen and shake as she resists the urge to lift into me, which I reward with more pressure. Only seconds later, her breathing quickens and her fists ball tightly, indicating that she’s nearing the summit again. I take my finger away, leaving her to writhe against the mattress as she whimpers in discomfort.

“Good girl, Bay,” I say softly. “You’re doing great. Your cunt is so swollen and dripping right now. Are you ready to come?”

“Please,” she begs, and I swear I have to clench my butt cheeks so I don’t blow from the desperation in her voice.

“Remember your safe word. This is going to get intense. Fight through it as much as you can for me, but if you need to stop, sayrockand it’ll all go away. Okay?”

“Yes, just—make me come,” she gasps as I switch the vibrator to the highest setting and press it against her. She lifts up, and I allow it because I want her to take what I’m giving in whatever ways her body tells her to. What she doesn’t know is that this is the last moment of control she’s going to have until she puts an end to the scene, and I plan on showing her exactly how good I can make her feel.

“Take it, baby,” I grit out, pulling my knees up under me and sitting back on my feet while I lean overher. “Come for me. I want to watch this greedy pussy eat.”

With that, her back bows off the bed as her orgasm shoots through her. My eyes can’t settle on a focal point, alternating between the beautifully twisted expression on her face, her hands pulling against the restraints above her head, and her cunt as it contracts, pushing more wetness out of her and down toward the mattress.

It goes on for what feels like minutes, until she slowly comes back down to earth, relaxing against the pillow as the pleasure ebbs away. I pull the vibrator back and turn it off, setting it aside for later before sliding my hand between her legs and ghosting my fingertips along her swollen lips. Her body jolts at the contact, but I continue, giving her a small taste of the overstimulation that’s about to consume her within the next few minutes.

“You good to keep going?” I ask, using my free hand to push a sweat-soaked strand of hair off her forehead. Even with the blindfold over her eyes, she’s stunning with her flushed, glowing skin and pouty lips.

“Yeah,” she replies quietly. “I want another one, please.”

“What a polite girl,” I praise, resuming my circles on her clit. She moves around a little, still clearly sensitive, but she’s had enough time to recover that it isn’t too uncomfortable. “I’m not going to stop at all after this next one. I want to see if you can go back-to-back for me. You know what to do if it becomes too much.”

“Mhmm,” she moans, and I lean down for a quick kiss before I get back to work building her up. Herswollen bud hardens with every pass of my fingers as her breathing becomes labored and her muscles begin winding themselves tight. I’m already learning her body, so when I know she’s close, I move back between her legs, lying on my stomach so I’m ready when she comes. I’m about to show her what being with a Pleasure Dom is really about.

“Oh my God, I’m going to fucking come!” she shouts, and I pick up speed, rubbing her clit from side to side until she finally lets go, shaking with her second orgasm of the night. I work her through it, but this time when her body begins to go slack, I don’t pull back. Instead, I push two fingers inside her sensitive pussy, making her whimper in response as she attempts to twist away from me.

“Good girl,” I say. “You can take it.”

“I c-can’t,” she stutters, trying harder to move out from under me. I wrap my free hand around her thigh, forcing her to open wider and staring down at my fingers as they disappear inside her. The sounds her body is making are absolutely obscene as her arousal splashes out in drops every time I retreat.

“You’re going to,” I taunt. “Whether you like it or not, baby, I’m forcing it out of you. I own this used little cunt, and if I want it to come, it’s going to come.”

She whines loudly, thrashing from left to right as I tighten my grip on her thigh and dive forward, latching my mouth onto her clit as she screams. My cock swells with the need to release as I continue fucking her with my fingers and flicking my tongue as quickly as I can in an effort to get her to the edge again. When I feel herinner walls clamp around me so tightly that I can’t move without the risk of breaking them, I suck, making her go off like a firework for the third time tonight. Her entire body lifts off the mattress, convulsing wildly as she orgasms so hard, I’m not completely sure that she’s even coherent. My restraint snaps and I lose control, rutting against the bed until I fall over my own climax, soaking my briefs with cum as I grunt loudly.

I can’t remember the last time I came without some form of skin-to-skin stimulation, yet I’ve done it both times with Bailey.

“Jesus Christ,” I say on an exhale, removing my fingers from her and dipping them into my mouth to clean them off. I bring my eyes to her pussy and as much as I know I shouldn’t keep pushing—I need more. Testing to see if she can handle it, I lean back in and ghost small licks over her clit, making her legs slam over my ears before I force them back open.

“Jett, I can’t,” she whispers, but I keep going, circling around it with my tongue.

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