Page 131 of The Young & the Sinner

Mason continued to torture me with his mouth, as he moved his finger in and out of me.

Oh, God.

Thiswas a punishment.

He wouldn’t let up, and I didn’t know how many orgasms he wanted to get out of me, but he wasn’t stopping.

“Mason, please,” I begged. I was too sensitive down there. I couldn’t possibly come again, and so soon after the first. I tried to move back, but he only pulled me toward him again.

He wasn’t listening, and he drew my second orgasm out quickly.

Moving up, he spit on me. The action was as weird as it was erotic. I didn’t think he needed to lubricate me anymore, not after two orgasms. But it wasn’t my pussy he was trying to lubricate. He used his fingers to smear the wetness down to my back end, and I knew the tight hole puckered beneath his touch, and he could see that.

He entered two fingers inside of me, stretching me out. A burning sensation took hold, but it wasn’t a bad kind of burn. Just different. “Mason, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer as he continued to play with me there. I clenched around him, and then his mouth was back on me, taking in my aching flesh in his mouth, using his teeth on my labia. I tried to move back but couldn’t.

I was still too sensitive, and there was no way I could come again. My back arched when he moved his finger, and I felt his tongue inside of me. “Oh, no, no, no,” I chanted. This was too much. “Please stop,” I begged brokenly.

He didn’t stop.

He sucked the drenched lips into his mouth forcefully, and my back arched, trying to buck against him. Mason simply held me still with his hand on my hips.

A third orgasm came out of nowhere, and I was so soak that for a moment I feared I might have wet myself.

The muscles in my body clamped together at the peak of the orgasms, and I never came down.

I didn’t think I could take it anymore. I couldn’t come anymore.

But he continued his torment, his mouth sucking and biting as he drove his fingers inside of me viciously. I came a fourth time, and tears sprang to my eyes. I closed them tight, as my body convulsed under the height of that orgasm.

“Please don’t make me come again,” I begged.

Finally, Mason moved away from me. He pulled his finger out, and my foot twitched from the sudden movement. I looked up and found his mouth glistening from me. He licked his lips, and my stomach clenched in response. Quietly, he untied my hand. My legs and arms fell down, and I didn’t care how much of me he could see. I could cry in relief as all the blood rushed down to my limbs.

My cunt was still sensitive, and the granite underneath me was slick from my arousal and sweat, making it slippery.

Mason kissed his way up my body, until he reached my mouth. There, he covered my lips with his. I didn’t have the energy to hold him, so I laid there, open like a starfish and let him kiss me however he wanted. He deepened the kiss and I could taste myself on him.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

How did I feel? I wasn’t sure. Tired. Like I ran a marathon. Overwhelmed. Speechless. Utterly, and completely spent. Like I had changed somehow, someway, and I didn’t know how to put that into words, so I settled on, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated. He didn’t look like he believed me.

Mason kissed me again before pulling me up. I didn’t think. I wrapped myself arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest. He was still fully clothed, and I was as naked as the day I was born, and I didn’t care.

All the orgasms had drained me.

I could barely lift myself up, let alone walk. I could barely think. I was in a trance. I had never tried recreational drugs before, but I was sure this was what a high must feel like.

Mason brought me to his bedroom. There he laid me down on the bed, undressed down to his boxers, and crawled in after me, holding me close.

We were quiet for a while. I didn’t know what he was thinking about, but I was still thinking about what we had just done and my feelings about it.

“That was my punishment for avoiding you?” I asked.

He didn’t hesitate when he answered, “Yes.”

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