Page 36 of Indecent Demands

Seth reached up and lifted me off the hook, then laid me down on the bed before refastening my wrists to the headboard so my arms remained above my head and restrained.

He straddled my mid-section and stroked his cock in his hand. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for ages,” he growled. “Maybe since I first saw your pretty tits.”

He upped the vibrations on my nipples, making me scream around the ball still in my mouth and my pussy clench down around the plug. My eyes rolled back into my head and I swore my vision whited out for a second. I felt like I wasn’t in control of my body anymore, and I actually kind of loved it? Seth was in charge, and he was going to take care of me. He made me feelso good.

Seth squeezed my breasts together—and then pushed his cock in between them. “There we go.” Seth slid between my breasts in short little griding thrusts, like he wanted to draw it out for as long as possible so he was taking his time. “You feel so fucking good.”

His silence earlier made his words, his voice, that much hotter now. It felt like I was really seeing him start to let go and lose control a little. And it was because ofme. Because I was that hot to him, because I was a good girl who submitted.

Seth’s pre-cum leaked all over my chest as he continued pumping his shaft between my breasts in short, sharp thrusts, his gaze hot and heavy-lidded on me the entire time. The vibrations never stopped, giving us both pleasure, and I was sure it had to feel amazing on his cock. His rhythm sped up bit by bit, his breathing growing heavier as I watched him lose control while I was forcibly teased and tortured on the edge of orgasm.

With a low groan, Seth came all over my chest and throat, marking me up. I whimpered. I was so close to coming—I needed it—I trusted him and I didn’t scream or beg for the release but I couldn’t deny that my body was so, so close…

Once Seth recovered, he moved off me, stood at the side of the bed, and removed the vibrators from my breasts. I moaned—they had tortured me but they’d also felt so good—there was no way I could orgasm just from the plug inside of me.

Seth watched me squirm, a knowing smirk on his face. “Poor thing, I put you through so much and made you suffer, didn’t I?”

He took one of the suction cups and fit it over my clit instead. I tried to scream but the sound was muffled as Seth turned it onto its lowest setting. I burst into tears, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensations buffering through me. This was a whole new way to fuck with my mind, to cross my wires and addle my body with pleasure and a release that wouldn’t come.

“You are so hot like this.” Seth watched me as I writhed, his fingers idly stroking my stomach.

His gaze on me had my skin feeling like it was on fire. Sometimes he turned up the vibrations and would send me careening right to the edge of orgasm while I screamedyes, yes, yesbeneath the gag…only to lower them at the last moment and leave me sobbing and unfulfilled.

Possibly the sexiest part, though, was watching Seth’s cock slowly get hard again as he played with me. If my hands weren’t tied I could reach out and stroke his shaft, perhaps even take it into my mouth if I didn’t have this gag on. But I was stuck. I could only watch as I was tortured on the edge of orgasm.

I could feel myself slipping back into that haze, that feeling where it was all fuzzy pleasure, and there was no need to orgasm. There was only the need for whatever Seth gave me. His gaze on me was almost hypnotizing, and the vibrations pulsing through my body only added to it. I could’ve been lying there for hours. All night. It didn’t matter. I was being a good girl. I was being submissive. I was his toy.

Finally, I felt the vibrations die down and the suction cup was taken off my clit. Then the plug was pulled out of me. I was left with the phantom vibrations and a clenching, empty pussy. I needed to be filled…

Seth walked away a final time, allowing me to breathe and take a break, then came back. I thought I caught a glimpse of something on his cock other than a condom, but then he was kneeling on the bed and spreading my thighs, hitching one leg around his waist as he thrust into me, and I couldn’t think about anything anymore.

“Oh,fuck.” Seth grunted as he bottomed out inside of me. What was that at the base of his cock? It felt similar to a dildo in that same yielding but firm silicone sensation. “Yeah, you’re ready. So fucking wet, baby. I’m going to fuck you into an orgasm you’ve never thought you could possibly have.”

He pulled out, then thrust into me—and vibrations shot up his cock and teased my inner walls. I groaned. He was wearing a vibrating ring around the base of his shaft, like he was fucking me with the dildo from last night only better because it was his real, warm, actual cock.

Seth growled in satisfaction. “Yeah, feels so good, doesn’t it? You feel amazing… squeezing me so fucking tight…”

Seth fucked me hard and fast, like he was chasing not just his orgasm but mine, and I could feel it barreling towards me like a freight train. I was seized with terror that he wouldn’t let me come again, that he’d snatch it back at the last minute, but he just kept pumping into me as I careened at last over the edge.

My entire body seemed to shatter apart. Ecstasy—like I’d never felt before, like I hadn’t known I was capable of feeling—washed over me. The world went white again, and I was distantly aware that I was sobbing, but it didn’t matter. It was tears of pure joyous release.

Seth kept thrusting, growling low in the pit of his chest, his movements a little more erratic as he unloaded inside me with a groan, grinding his cock deep, deep, into me.

When he was done and could move again, he pulled out, turned off the cock ring and removed it, then slid the plug back inside of me. I clenched around it, welcoming the sensation. To go from all of that to nothing would’ve been too much, and he seemed to know that.

“There we go.” Seth gently stroked my hair away from my face. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you, you were so good for me. That felt good, didn’t it?”

I nodded, the world spinning a little. Seth reached around and undid the gag, taking it off, and then got up. Being left with my hands tied and a plug in me honestly felt… soothing.

When Seth returned, he helped to prop me up against his chest and brought a glass of water to my lips. I’d had no idea until that moment how thirsty I was. It made sense—I’d been screaming, I’d had a lot of athletic sex, and I’d been crying—but I’d been so out of my body that I hadn’t realized.

Seth prevented me from gulping the water down too quickly. “Slow sips,” he ordered. “There you go.”

When I emptied the glass he put it away and undid my wrists, throwing the fabric of my dress aside. “I’ll stop by your place and get more clothes.”

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. It wasn’t just that I was too tired—it was like I had no words, at least not yet.

Seth didn’t seem to mind. He guided my head onto his shoulder and held me like that for a while, his hands caressing my bare back. I didn’t know how long. I just knew that it felt necessary. Not just for myself, but for Seth. Maybe after everything he’d put me through he needed the reassurance that I trusted him. Maybe, just like I needed to be held, he needed someone to hold.

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