Page 94 of Two Chambered Heart

Jason stood up on the bed, and she watched him reach his long arms to the ceiling, a mount she hadn’t noticed hanging up there with a chain. He ran the ropes through it and, like a pulley, he dragged her shoulders up. She was barely on her tiptoes, the rope taking almost all of her weight. Then he used another rope to secure it to the harness he’d created around her legs and hips, and he pulled that up too, so that she was floatingabove his floor.

He gave another yank on the rope, her hips lifting higher than her shoulders.

She was hanging there, suspended, with no effort on her part, just the dead weight of her head and legs. But then Jason was at her feet, tying her ankles and anchoring them to the suspension, too. It was like flying. And it wasliberating.

He was on his knees beside her floating body, and finally, he was touching her nipples. It was an edging like she’d never experienced, enduring so much touch. Her skin was practically vibrating with the need for something more, something she just knew he wasn’t going to give her yet.

“Jason,” she gasped as he pinched her nipple. They were already so peaked and sensitive that they had their own heartbeat.

He was dominating her body with every stroke of his fingers, not even touching her between her legs, yet her whole body was on fire for him.

There was nothing to it, just more touch, like her whole body had somehow become her clit. She was so wound up that he hadn’t even needed to apply any pressure, just more light touches and teasing caresses feathered across her skin, her lips, her nipples, never nearing her entrance. He ran his fingers along her back, her ass cheeks, which were trussed up towards his ceiling. Sometimes he mirrored his touches with soft, light licks of his tongue. If she could, she’d be writhing beneath him, but she was effectively constrained.

She didn’t know how long she’d endured this. Too much blood was flowing to her head, hanging lower than her heart. But he was constant, devoted, like a man at an altar, praying for salvation.

She felt her own wetness leaking from her, begging for attention it wasn’t getting.

Finally, he got up from where he was kneeling underneath her and he stripped himself down bare. Standing beside her, his hips were exactly where she hung, perfectly aligned to her mouth.

His erection was so strained that his cock looked fit to burst, veins running up his circumference as it pointed straight up to the ceiling. He was dripping wet too, and he gripped the base of his cock, anchoring himself before swiping a finger over his crown, using his own pre-cum to rub into her nipple. She thought she could come just from that, his fingers rolling and pulling at the sensitive flesh there. He stayed beside her, focusing solely on her nipples, working her up into a frenzy of need that burned through her blood in a way she’d never experienced.

“Jason, please,” she gasped.

“No talking, sweetheart. Can I trust you? Or do I need to gag you too?” he asked, never stopping the attention he was giving to her nipples, wet from his cum.

She didn’t answer, just pressed her lips together, letting her moan hum through her body, vibrating through her cheeks.

“Good girl.” As if in reward, he kept one hand at her nipple, the other trailing her skin, rounding her ass, then from behind, swiping over her asshole and finally, he let his fingers land on her soaked pussy, tracing her entrance with light touches before trailing them to her clit.

He circled her clit and her nipples in tandem, the symmetry sending her body into overdrive. She submitted to the pleasure of it, letting it ripple through her until her whole body was one single nerve ending feeling everything together, sensation growing and growing to consume her whole being.

She shivered under the assault of her orgasm vibrating through her. It wasn’t a climax and a crashing. This was different. This was subtle, like a continuous cycle of waves lapping up on her shore, receding only for another lick of the ocean to take its place. It didn’t end. And she didn’t want it to.

He kept going as she shook in her restraints, applying more pressure, rubbing his thumb in deft circles over her clit while two fingers finally found their home inside of her, hooking for her inner walls and oscillatinginside her. His other hand moved between each nipple, rolling and pulling, digging a nail into the top of the peaked skin in a way that made her scream.

“You’re doing such a good job staying so quiet for me, baby.” All his attention was on her, his own cock forgotten between his legs, still leaking his own arousal. “Look at the way you’re shivering. Can you take a little more?”

She nodded. She was simultaneously inside and outside her body. She was watching herself and feeling it all with no ability or desire to control what was happening. Fully entrenched in the ecstasy of him as he kept her going, kept edging her past the point she thought physically possible with his touches, never easing up, pleasure consuming her. Every nerve was so sensitive from all his ministrations that just another brush of his fingers and the shudder of his breath had her locked in the endless loop of sensation.

She wanted to sob. She wanted to scream or cry or moan. She didn’t even know. Had she actually come? Was she coming now? She didn’t know that either. All she knew was the aching blindness of her body on fire.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh mygod.” She couldn’t stop the words from falling out of her mouth with every breath she took.

“I could do this to you for hours, sweetheart. Just keep you coming and coming and coming.” His voice was a lighthouse in a storm, a deliverance to a home, but she just repeated her prayers to a god she’d never met.

After an eternity, his touches slowed, and he moved behind her suspended body. “You’re mine now. Mine to do what I want with.” He pressed his thick cock into her, sliding in with ease. Gripping her by the ropes, he kept her body from swinging away from him on the suspension.

He rocked into her, so much slower than he had before, like he was savouring every moment of this. She could barely distinguish him from her, didn’t know where she ended and he began, hadn’t come down from the high he’d brought her to before she felt her inner walls flutter. Another orgasm or a continuation of the last one, it was impossible to say. Sheclenched around him as he kept thrusting into her with slow, languid strokes.

She didn’t know if the sound now coming out of her was moaning or sobbing. Maybe both. But he never stilled, kept going through her convulsions around him.

He came on a growl, releasing into her in hot, thick streams she could feel were overflowing, leaking out around him. The warmth between her legs just sent her even higher.

He leaned some of his weight on her floating body, catching his breath behind her, his cock still pressed to the hilt inside her as she clenched with the aftershocks. She was shaking from head to toe, absolutely wrung out from whatever the fuck had just transpired.

It had been transcendent, another dimension entirely. She could fall asleep here, fucked into oblivion. Wake up and do it all over again. Live the rest of her life, floating through space skewered on his cock.

Too soon, or not soon enough, he pulled out of her.

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