Page 91 of Doesn't Count

Pure humiliation paints her skin in bright red hues as I look down and find a pink Rabbit vibrator, large with ridges and multiple speed settings. My eyebrows quirk up in surprise before picking up the instrument to make sure she sees exactly what I’m seeing.

“What do we have here?”

“Oh my God.” She groans. “I’m going to kill Sam.”

“Sam?”

“She gave it to me as a joke for my birthday last year. She was unnecessarily concerned with my sex life.”

"Never thought I would say this, but I think I’m starting to like Sam.” I laugh. “Ever use it?”

She shakes her head no, reminding me of the prude she was before me.

“Good, then this can be another first.”

Ash’s eyes widen, the idea of toying with her outside the realm of her imagination, but I’m a creative guy. I always have been, and it would take several lifetimes to cycle through all the ways I want to make her come.

Within seconds, I’m wrangling her leggings and panties off of her and tossing them to the floor. Her tight white T-shirt is unfortunately stuck with her hands tied together, so I settle for bunching it above her breasts, baring her sheer white bra. Her nipples peak through, hardening as I suck each one over the thin fabric. I kneel between her thighs, my lips trailing to her face.

“Open up.” I demand, rubbing the pink tip against her tightly shut mouth.

Defiance darkens her eyes, blue like the night sky, silently threatening me. I take it as a challenge, like I do every time she’s disobedient. Her insolence is like a raging fire, searing my blood and forcing it all to one place inside of my body. The pressure builds and builds until it’s desperate for release, begging me to fuck her into submission. To get her to understand that I own her just as much as she does me.

With an unrelenting grip, my fingers pinch the sides of her cheeks, tightening when she fights me. Her head shoves back into the mountain of pillows behind her, trying to put distance between her mouth and the toy. To get a better angle, I climb on top of her again, straddling her naked waist. Her face contorts in pain when I refuse to let up, her lips popping open in a squished O. I take that opportunity to force the tip of the pink Rabbit into her mouth, sliding it down into her throat to wet it.

“That’s it, take it like my dick.”

She gags, choking on it before I pull it out and give her a little pat to the side of her face. I adjust my position, forcing her knees apart and settling in between, her pussy glistening before me. Ash squirms when the sound of vibration fills the room, the Rabbit coming to life. Gently, I slide the tip along her clit, only letting it touch her for a split second. She jolts at the shock, kicking her heart rate into full gear.

Then I drag it through her slit, letting the toy part the lips of her cunt, her chest heaving in anticipation. I watch as I push the tip past her entrance, her body swallowing it inside of her. A small huff leaves her causing my dick to twitch inside my jeans. I push the Rabbit all the way in until the tip of the clit stimulator is right where it should be. I hold it there for a moment, letting the vibrations seep deeply into Ash’s nerves. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly as her breathing increases, her groans growing louder.

My dick rests painfully hard inside my pants, begging to be freed, but I’m not finished with her yet. I drag the toy out, then push it back into her slowly at first, then picking up speed. When her hips are lifting off the bed, I rip it from her, her pussy pulsating before me, just begging for the real thing.

Instead, I flip her over, the belt soft enough for the movement, and bring her to her knees. I pull her hips toward me, her beautiful round ass on display. Unable to stop myself, I bite the creamy, smooth skin, forcing a yelp out of her before plunging the toy back in. I hold it there, letting the Rabbit work its magic while I knead her ass cheeks, her tight little hole taunting me.

I bring my tongue down on her, rimming the muscle that’s begging for my mouth. She gasps, her body twitching in surprise. I massage it for a minute, leaving behind an excessive amount of spit before teasing it with my thumb. Ash groans loudly into the pillows, completely at my mercy.

“Khaos.” She warns, her voice cracking with fear.

Ripping the toy from her cunt, I leave her empty, grinding the air.

“What are you doing?” She growls, drunk with an impending orgasm.

“Giving you another first, but it seems like you don’t want it.” I tsk, knowing she’s too far gone to snap out of this lustful haze.

“I-I do. I want it.” She huffs, wriggling her ass.

I yank her head up just enough for her to look at me over her shoulder.

“You don’t get one without the other.”

Her mouth pops open in frustration, her eyes narrowing.

“Would you rather bake cookies?” I taunt her.

She shakes her head like I knew she would.

“Then trust me and let me take care of you.”

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