Page 24 of Deviant Obsession

"That's it, let me hear you," he growls, nipping at my neck again while slowly dragging the vibrating object higher. "You're doing so well, kitten."

The buzzing intensifies as he adjusts something, and when he presses it against my clit, my whole body bucks againstthe restraints. The sensation is overwhelming. It’s precise and relentless in a way his fingers could never be.

"Oh god... Dean... I can't..."

"You can, and you will," he commands, moving the vibrator in slow circles. "I want to see how long you can take it."

I'm practically sobbing now, my hips trying desperately to either escape or chase the intense stimulation. The constant buzz fills my ears, matching the thrumming of blood in my veins. But every time I get close, he adjusts, drawing out my misery in the most excruciatingly intense way.

"Please, I need to come... please let me come..."

He hums as if contemplating, pressing the vibrator more firmly against me. "Not yet. I think you can do better. Don’t you want to impress me?"

The vibrations suddenly increase, making me cry out sharply. My legs are shaking, every muscle tense and liquid at the same time as he works me higher and higher.

"Look at you," he groans, his free hand pinching one of my nipples. "Taking it so beautifully. Are you ready to beg properly now?"

"Yes! God, yes, please Dean... I'll do anything..."

"Anything?" He moves the vibrator in tight circles, the intensity making me see stars in the black abyss of the blindfold. "That's a dangerous promise, baby."

I'm beyond caring about danger now, lost in the overwhelming thrill. "Please, I need it so bad... need you to let me come... I'll be so good for you..."

"Color?" he demands, increasing the pressure slightly.

"Green! So green, just please..."

He rewards me by sliding two fingers deep inside me while maintaining the vibration on my clit, making me scream and writhe in my restraints. "Since you asked so nicely,” he breathesagainst my ear. “... come for me now, baby. Show me how good it feels."

His permission shatters the last of my control. The orgasm crashes through me violently, my body convulsing against the cuffs while he keeps the relentless vibrations going. It works me through each wave of pleasure until I'm gasping and begging him to stop.

But hedoesn'tstop.

Not until he’s wrung the last spasm out of me, leaving me desperate for oxygen.

“Good girl,” he rasps, his tone dripping with lust. “Now what do you say, kitten?”

“Thank you,” I breathe out.

I'm still trembling, my skin hypersensitive and slick with sweat, when I hear Dean stride away. For a split second, I’m terrified he’ll leave me here, tied up and naked like some sick joke. But then, there's a drawer opening, closing, and the distinctive sound of something being squeezed from a bottle. My breathing quickens at a new mechanical whir, different from the first toy. It’s deeper, more rhythmic.

"You look absolutely stunning like this," Dean's voice is rough with desire as he approaches. "All flushed and desperate, still quivering for me." His mouth finds my neck again, sucking hard enough to mark me while something thick and vibrating teases my entrance. The toy feels substantial, warmed by his hand, its buzzing already making my thighs shake. I’m oversensitive now, but even still, Iwantit.

"Please," I gasp as he slowly pushes it inside me. "Oh god... Dean..."

"Look how eager you are for me," he growls against my throat, working the dildo in torturously slow increments. "Taking it so perfectly. Tell me how it feels, baby."

"So full...so good..." My words dissolve into a moan as he seats it fully inside me, the vibrations seeming to resonate through my entire body.

His teeth graze my pulse point as he starts a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before pushing deep again. "Look at my pretty little cockwhore, spread open and begging for more. Your greedy pussy's just swallowing it up."

The combination of the relentless vibrations and his filthy praise has me climbing toward another peak embarrassingly fast. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure radiating through me, only amplified by not being able to see what's coming next. His mouth travels lower, his hot breath ghosting over my breast before his tongue circles my nipple.

"Already getting close, aren't you?" He increases the pace slightly, angling the toy to hit spots that make me arch and cry out. "Fuck, you’re such a good girl."

His free hand kneads my other breast while he sucks and nibbles at my nipple, timing each thrust of the vibrating toy with a particularly hard suck. The dual sensations have me struggling in my restraints, desperate sounds escaping my throat.

"Dean...please... can I...?"

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