Page 18 of Blissful Vixen

I added the restraints to her wrists, attaching her to the headboard. Her feet remained free. I inserted the vibe and slowly worked her sore pussy. Tears of defeat accompanied her moans, and I loved every bit of it.

“It hurts,” she whined.

“I know, baby… I told you it would.”

“But…”

I withdrew the vibe from her needy cunt and placed it on her clit. The first spasm attacked her so intensely that she shook the bed. She fought the hold on her wrists, the sensations coursing through her, and her hoarse cries echoed through the room.

“It… hurts…”

A spasm rolled through my groin, and I knew I was close—no direct stimulation. No accompaniment. I would come from her demise. I’d make sure of it. Each inhale and exhale of mine was laced with the toxicity of her arousal. I needed more of her now, and I refused to settle.

“Yeah… it does.”

I pressed the vibe against her clit, and her hips bucked against it over and over again until she screamed from the forced orgasm. Her scream set off my orgasm, and as the world shifted, I froze, and everything grew quiet as I drifted.

I lowered my head to her stomach and let the endorphins take over. Her body was in shock, jerking lightly. Sated. I sighed allowing myself to float even more.

* * *

I woke to hear her breathing lightly in a deep slumber. I stretched my body, regaining feeling and function. I stood slowly and walked to get water and something to wake my brain.

Finding water and a Mr. Goodbar, I went back to the bedroom. I unhooked her hands before cuddling up to her.

I kissed her lips until she kissed me back. I chuckled and kissed her one final time.

“I need you hydrated, sweet vixen.”

Emberlynn struggled to sit up, and I helped her. She leaned in for another kiss, and I obliged. She drank, and I fed her chocolate from my mouth to give me more reasons to kiss her. She moaned, and I looked at the clock. It was going on noon, and I needed to decide if we were keeping our plans for today or spending the day in bed. I nibbled her chin, and she relaxed into my hold.

“You hurt me,” she whispered.

“Yes, and I fucking loved it,” I responded between kisses to her body.

“I’m glad that you did.” She sighed, and I knew her body was reawakening.

Her hands fisted my shirt, and it pleased me that she was ready again. She would be sore for days if she kept this up.

“I’m glad that you did too.” I moaned.

“But I didn’t.” She buried her face in a pillow.

“Oh, but you did.”

“What are you doing to me?” she whined when I kissed her hip.

“You have no fucking idea how much more I am going to do to you.”

“But…”

“Shhhh….” I hushed her, but my smile was even more sadistic than the last time. I didn’t know if there was enough time to satisfy my itch. We had days left on this trip, but was it enough time to explore everything we needed for something real to be the end result?

Emberlynn was the full package. Beautiful, smart, feminine energy, caring, damn good in bed, and I couldn’t forget that she’d made my breakfast just right. I couldn’t find a single thing wrong with her. Our differences only allowed us to seek the other out, leaning there for support.

Part of me wanted to find the flaws so it wouldn’t hurt so much when this was over. Instead, I kept finding new ways to enjoy Emberlynn. The way she felt when we’d been on the couch together resting was amazing. When she tucked under my chin, her arms wrapped around me like she was meant to be there.

Caressing her soft skin, I wondered, not for the first time, what would it take to make her mine.

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