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On that thought, I picked up the last thing—a vial of Vice, popped it open, and poured it down my own throat.
“Oh that’s right, little troublemaker,” I told her shocked gaze. “I have plans for your pussy, and they require a shorter refractory period than usual.”
Remembering the little flower toy, I attached it to her protruding clit…and grabbed my phone, opening the app and setting both the butt plug and the flower toy to vibrate. And then, unzipping my pants, I pulled out my cock and sat down next to Lucy to watch the show.
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LUCY
I’d never been more turned on in my life.
I’d never felt more vulnerable in my life.
And as scary as it was, I loved it.
The vibrations were almost too much to bear, but they were nothing compared to Blake’s hand resting on my restrained thigh and his eyes on mine as I tried, and failed, to writhe. It was ecstasy and hell at the same time.
And I couldn’t say a word.
God, I couldn’t say a word. Couldn’t beg for more, or for less, couldn’t tell him no, couldn’t tell him yes. I’d never put my trust and faith in someone so completely, but when he’d asked me, I hadn’t questioned it for a second.
I didn’t trust anyone.
But I trusted him.
I shouldn’t, not after everything he’d done. But I knew on some level that Blake would never hurt me. Would shove a knife in his own chest before he risked my safety.
I’d do absolutely anything for you. Cross any line. Killing some assholes who hurt you doesn’t even come close to it.
Yeah. So. I was tied up and unable to do anything but submit to pleasure and moan into the gag, wishing it was his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, even in my ass, as scary as that sounded.
I was stretched wide, filled to the brim, my nipples sore and aching from the sharp bite of the clamps—and I loved it. Even though I hated it. Hated the way the vibrators forced one orgasm out of me, then another, without any rhythm or regularity as Blake turned the vibrators on higher and lower, slower and faster, based on some silent whims he didn’t share with me. My body writhed and I trembled from both needing to come and needing to never come again, but not once did I take my eyes off his.
The expression in them was sublime. The green in them was like a forest at midnight, filled with frightening things I desperately wanted to explore, no matter how much it might hurt. They held lust in their depths, sure, a claim of ownership, of course, but also a softness that looked so close to love, I came again when I saw it.
By now, my pussy was clenching weakly, needy and empty. My ass was clenching too, but at least it had something to grasp. Distantly, my breasts chimed from the bells on the clamps. I started begging, even though it came out as garbled nonsense.
“Oh, sweetheart, do you need something?” Coach asked, green eyes glinting. “Do you need to come again?”
He played with his phone, jacking the vibrations up so high I started screaming from the pleasure-pain. And still he didn’t relent.
I started shaking my head, back and forth, pleading with my eyes for him to get rid of the vibrators and actually fuck me.
“You can take a few more,” he murmured, kissing my sweaty cheek. “Just a few more for daddy, and then I’ll give you my cock. There you go, that’s one, that’s a good girl. Let’s get youanother. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me while I torture you some more…”
He kept talking, but I couldn’t hear him, my body too overwrought, overwhelmed, to do much more than float in the space between joy and suffering. He’d said only a few more, but I swear I must have orgasmed a thousand and one more times, seconds stretching into years as he crooned words to me I could barely hear.
Finally, finally, the buzzing stopped. I lay there in a weak daze as he removed the flower vibrator from my clit and released the clamps from my nipples, sending a shocking burn and then relief through me. He didn’t remove the butt plug, but his hands lifted my head, working open the buckle and pulling the dildo gag free. I inhaled deeply, mouth dry from my moans and cries.
My hearing came back to me, and so did clarity.
“Poor little troublemaker.” He tsked as he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of water, holding my neck and head up with one hand while he popped off the lid and held it to my mouth with the other.
I drank greedily, the cool water bathing my insides and bringing me back to life. My whole body ached from the ropes and the orgasms.
“You’re evil,” I gasped. “That was evil.”
He threw his head back and laughed, the sound so beautiful my heart ached with it. Blake so rarely laughed that each one was precious, and I swore I’d make him laugh every day for the rest of our lives.
