Page 55 of Crazed

"It's a panty vibrator. I would remove your thong since you have a harder time not squirming when you wear them. But now, it's clear to me I've been too nice in the past," he calmly asserts.

I stay quiet, dying for the first slap on my ass. When he finally rises and steps behind me, I take a deep breath.

His hand slides under my panties, and he positions the vibrator on my clit. A clicking noise hits my ear, and the vibrator turns on. It's slow and torturous. The desire to come quickly floods me, but I know it's just the beginning of the buildup.

"Turn your head to the right," he instructs.

I obey, and there's a noise above me. In a few seconds, a floor-length mirror drops from the ceiling. My almost-bare, exposed skin gleams in the glass.

Massimo returns to the drawers then pulls something else out. He cages his body over my back then places a soft material over my eyes. He murmurs, "Just enough to keep you curious."

My heart pounds harder. He secures it, and the outline of my body and his slowly appears in the mirror. I'm guessing the blindfold is some sort of gauze. And I don't know how he always knows what to do, but the blurry vision I now have only adds to my anticipation.

"You will only call me sir tonight. You are not permitted to say my name unless I change my mind. Understand?" he orders.

"Yes, sir," I answer.

The outline of a paddle in his hand makes me tingle. He gives me no warning, and the leather from one of the paddles slaps my ass cheek.

"Oh!" I cry out, squeezing the legs of the bench to steady myself.

He begins a rotation of slapping me with the different paddles then rubbing his hand over the sting. The vibrations on my clit taunt me. He keeps it at the same speed. All I want to do is grind against it. Every time the paddle connects with my ass, it's a quick pulse of bliss.

"Please, sir!" I cry out, then wonder if the people downstairs really can hear me.

"Please, sir, what?" he provokes, increasing the speed of the vibrator and smacking my ass.

"Oh God!" I moan. Heat burns in my blood. A sheen of sweat covers my skin. The thong I'm wearing sticks to me, and all I want to do is peel it off.

"Answer me," he barks.

"Please, sir! Let me come," I beg.

"Do you think naughty girls who lie to me should get rewarded?" he questions, dragging his fingers over my spine.

Zings bounce in all my cells. I shudder. My breath hitches and comes out sporadically. The desire to shimmy my hips over the bench gets harder to resist. I plead, "Please! Let me move!"

He leans over me until his lips hit my ears. "Do you remember I told you earlier tonight you were going to learn self-restraint?"

"Yes," I whisper, trying to find some moisture in my mouth, but it's dry.

"This is it, dolce. I could have bound your ankles to the bench, but I didn't. I could use the strap under the bench to secure you so tight you can't grind anything. But what would that teach you? Huh?" he goads.

I stare at the fuzzy image of his hard flesh over my much smaller body. Everything about being helpless under him makes me feel like I'm in heaven. I reply in a desperate tone, "Please let me come. Just once."

"Sorry. What did you say?" he asks, moving the remote in front of my face and clicking it.

The sensations begin pulsing on my clit in a new pattern. It speeds up to a point I almost orgasm. Before I do, it changes speed to an excruciatingly slow pulse. I shriek, "Please, sir! I-I-I can't take it anymore."

He slaps my ass with a paddle. I think from the way it continues to ricochet on my skin that it's the three-layered slapper. Each moment of impact drives my body harder against the toy.

"Sir! I'm begging you," I implore as tears blur my vision.

"If you move those ankles an inch, I'll deny you all night," Massimo warns.

The amount of adrenaline sitting in my cells, ready to explode, is past the point of uncomfortable. I don't want to come.

I need a release like oxygen in my lungs.

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