Page 89 of The Stars in the Sky
He repeated this with the other ankle, apparently tying me to the adjacent wall.
So now I lay there spread out in Will's tack room, bound with ropes and reins, blindfolded, covered in his saliva.
My stomach went up and down as I tried to breathe.
I heard the bag rustle.
"You're so wet, you don't need the lube, but you're gonna have to guide me here on where it feels best."
I heard a small buzzing, and then a vibration against my pussy. He gently skipped it around, looking, I think, for the right place to put it. Some places he put it, I swear, if he’d kept it there for five seconds, I’d’ve come. Others simply felt good. The only way I communicated this to him was by moaning when it was in the extraordinary places. But then he took it and slipped it inside me, saying, "We'll keep this on the lowest setting for now."
Oh, my.
I could feel my muscles massaged by the vibrator, the clenching of my pussy, the pleasure starting to build.
"This is a little buddy with a remote control," he said, "and I can make it stronger if I want," and he did something to make it vibrate harder and faster.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. I was starting to forget how to think. I was starting to do nothing but concentrate on the feelings in my pussy. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move, all I could do was feel.
But then the vibrations went back down to a dull roar, with him controlling the setting and lowering the pressure.
And then his tongue landed on my clit.
And then he set off a chain reaction of all-consuming pleasure in my body.
I couldn't wiggle, I couldn't really move, my legs were strung up like some sort of weird trussed animal, I could only move my arms up and down, so I left them up over my head, and I struggled with the restraints.
Holy shit.
I was going to blow over big.
My body trembled, the muscles in my stomach tensed, my shoulders pressed into the fur, my triceps died for relief.
And Will licking my pussy with the vibrator inside was just too much, and then . . .
He stopped and pulled the vibrator out.
"You fucker, that was gonna be good."
"I know. Wait." My pussy felt cool and wet, and he blew on it.
Then he inserted a finger in me, gently exploring, gently massaging, gently rolling around, and his tongue teased me again, building me up, and I wiggled, shaking in the restraints.
And then he stopped.
"AAAAAAHHHH!" I yelled.
He chuckled.
"Will, you asshole, you better let me come."
"I will, darlin'." And he leaned over and licked my pussy again, this time long, laving strokes of his tongue, all broad and covering the territory. Ohmigod. This could make me come. And he did it repeatedly. And then—
No.
He stopped.
"Bastard!"
