Page 102 of Magic or Madness

To claim me, be inside me,somethingbesides this cat and mouse game.

“Ozzy, please, I can’t take it much longer,” I whine, and instead of words, he makes atsksound with his teeth.

I wait as I hear him searching for something across the room, and I make the mistake of tugging at my restraints, causing me to wince at the pain from the metal handcuffs digging into my wrists.

“No patience, Bambi,” he whispers, climbing on top of me as his mouth hovers above mine.

I know he can feel how ragged my breaths are, how desperate my body is beneath his, but he doesn’t give me an ounce of relief.

His teeth sink into my neck, leaving small love bites along the delicate flesh near my collarbone and a growl comes from his throat, causing me to react, moaning ferociously against the dominant man who has me tied up, at his mercy, waiting until I beg in the right ways before he devours my body.

When we started this game, it was two hours until midnight, my official twenty-first birthday, but I feel like I’ve been here all night, Ozzy’s special form of torture.

“Only a little while longer,” he teases, leaving me completely alone while grabbing something from the nightstand.

A familiar buzzing fills the otherwise silent room, and my back arches against the bed.

“Now, you’re going to give me two orgasms before I turn this off in … exactly seven minutes,” he says, the dominance in his voice driving me wild.

“Yes, baby,” I say softly, my body waiting in delicious anticipation for the moment the vibrator touches my sensitive clit.

Seconds, maybe even minutes pass, and just as I think he’s playing another game, the silicone buzzes against me, flooding the room with my screams at the sudden pleasure flowing through my body.

“Good girl, Bambi. Look at you, absolutely fucking perfect when you’re tied up, just begging to be fucked,” he says with a pleasant hum in his voice as he fiddles with the setting on the toy, and the speed dramatically increases.

My entire chest is shaking, the slow rolls of pleasure forming in my belly, so close to boiling over and lighting the fuse on my first orgasm.

“That’s it,my beautiful girl.Fall apart, right here, right now,” he orders, and his words are the key to releasing what’s been pooled in my belly all night.

I yell his name as the orgasm hits me, my wrists writhing against the handcuffs and shooting fireworks through me. My breathing slows down as I ride out the high, the vibrator still humming against my skin and keeping me right on the cusp of another orgasm.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my ears ringing so loudly I can barely hear my voice.

“One more for me, you have three minutes left.” He teases my body again, trailing his fingers around my entrance, and the wetness pools exactly where he’s touching.

This game continues until he’s counting down the seconds, and my body tenses as I fall into oblivion, the sparks of pleasure stealing my ability to think, breathe, or speak.

I feel Ozzy release my hands, and he rubs the places where the metal cut into my skin while I’m frozen in place, tears escaping my eyes as the pleasure is so overwhelming, my entire body goes numb.

“Come here,my birthday girl,” he purrs, slowly untying the ribbon until my vision returns, albeit blurry at first.

He holds me close until the feeling comes back into my hands, and I'm no longer paralyzed with pleasure.

“Are you okay?”

“Perfect.” I manage to kiss his cheek, the rest of my body still feeling like complete Jell-O.

“Happy birthday, Bambi!” He yells, a devilish smile on his face as I peek at the clock on the nightstand, showing three minutes past midnight.

That fucker brought in my birthday by making me cum, and I can’t think of anything better.

“Your first legal drink, madam.” He hands me a glass of champagne, clinking his glass against mine, and we sip the bubbly in a state of bliss, enjoying a moment that is truly once in a lifetime.

“It’s my birthday!” I squeal, the excitement finally breaching my post-orgasm bubble, and Ozzy shakes his head as I start jumping on the bed.

“Hey, little monkey, I’m not calling the doctor when you bust your ass off the bed. Come here,” he says sternly, wiggling a finger at me.

I defy his order, playing my role of a brat perfectly, and before I know it, he’s up here with me, bouncing along as if we’re on a trampoline.

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