Page 26 of Good Girl

“How does the rope feel, not too tight?”

“No, no, it’s good,” I assured him as my nipple throbbed. I didn’t want a repeat of that, and yet there was an unexpected heat warming between my thighs, a growing throb in my core that pulsed almost in time to the ache in my nipple.

Derek turned his back to me, and I couldn’t see what he was reaching for. The clink of metal and rustle of fabric was my only hint, so I settled back into the softness of his bed and waited. It gave me a moment to gather myself, and I forced a few deep, calming breaths.

I was naked and bound on the bed of a drop-dead gorgeous man who was about to play with me.

That sentence would have been an impossibility a few weeks ago.

“I’m going to tease you now.” Derek turned back to me. “Everything I use, I need you to rate on a scale of one to ten how much you like it. There’s no right or wrong answer here, okay?”

“Okay.” My hands curled into fists, and I flexed slightly against the bindings. Suddenly, something soft and light brushed against my inner thigh and I jerked slightly. The touch was so light that it was almost ticklish, and I wanted to move away from it, only I couldn’t, not with how I was bound. The touch swept down my inner right thigh to my knee, then back up, but it stopped an inch shy of my exposed pussy. My heart leaped, and the feather-light touch switched legs, teasingly stroking down the inside of my left thigh. I shifted, and a small whine rose up in my throat.

“Thoughts?” Derek asked, and I focused my gaze on him. In the duller light of the bedroom, from this angle, he cut an imposing figure with his height and build and shadows enhanced the curve of his muscles.

“Ticklish.”

“Rate it.”

“Uhm... a four.” The ticklish urge made me want to itch, and being unable to drop my hands and do exactly that was frustrating. The light touch swept back up my thigh and suddenly brushed over my pussy. I jerked, then the touch swept up my curvy body and came into view as Derek teased over my breasts.

It was a feather. A bright blue, fluffy feather. Now the light touch made sense, and in the absence of it, my inner thighs tingled with a frustrating need to be touched. Derek swept the feather up between my breasts, then it fell away from view.

It was replaced suddenly by a cold, sharp sensation on my inner thigh, like a pin prick, and I yelped. Derek smiled and moved the new item down my inner thigh. Multiple sharp, small pinpricks swept down my thigh, and I whined loudly. I tried to twist away from the sensation, but with nowhere to go, I was powerless to avoid the path of the new toy. Down one leg and up the other, what surprised me the most was that the subtle pricks of pain that crept up from this toy increased the ache of desire in my core.

The toy moved from my thigh up to my abdomen, and I glanced down to see a small, sharp, silver pinwheel rolling over my skin. It was leaving a trail of tingles in its wake, and as Derek approached my breasts, my heart rate picked up once more.

“Charlotte?”

“I think...” I gasped as the pinwheel delicately rolled over my breasts and paused just shy of a nipple. “Eight?” I definitely preferred this to the feather. Derek’s brow drifted up at my answer, then he rolled the pinwheel over my nipple. The pain was subtle and bright all at the same time. I wanted to pull away and lean into the sensation, and my confusion melted into a moan that slipped past my lips.

It was the start of a session that turned intohoursof teasing. From the pinwheel, Derek teased and touched my skin with all sorts of toys. There were sharp toys that ignited fire and pain across my skin like dull blades, five-star wheels, the lick of a soft leather flogger, and the sharper snap of a riding crop. There were softer toys too, like the touch of a silk cloth and multiple feathers of different sizes as well, but those faded out with each low score I gave.

I was favoring the sharper prick and slap of the harder toys over the gentle tease of the softer ones. Each toy brushed over my thighs, stomach, and breasts, teased my nipples, and lightly grazed my pussy. Every press of contact warmed my core, and the yearning ache to be touched increased tenfold, but for whatever reason, Derek refused. Even as he ran his fingers through the slick soaking into my inner thighs, direct contact was avoided and I was constantly left yearning for more.

Just one firm touch to my pussy to satisfy that ache to be touched was all I thought I needed until Derek brought out gels. They had a fruity scent that mattered little once the stimulating gels touched my skin. He smeared some over my nipples and the outer lips of my pussy, and it was from there that I was lost to all sense. Every brush of gel warmed against my skin as Derek teased me, but the warmth didn’t dissipate. It continued to increase, and with it came a tingling sensation that slowly began to drive me crazy. I started to pull at my bonds, writhing on the bed to try and get a brush of contact against my aching nipples or to squeeze my thighs together to ease the tingling against my pussy, but the rope and bar prevented both of these things.

The tingling increased, warming my skin like fire begging to be touched, but Derek denied me, as did his toys. He teased my entire naked body, but he refused to touch my nipples or my pussy. This lasted until I felt like I was unable to take the constantly tingling stimulation. I’d lost track of time. I was so incredibly turned on that I had lost all sense of nervousness and anxiety. All I cared about was getting Derek to touch me, to run his firm hands over my pussy and breasts and give me the one touch to my clit that would surely bring me the orgasm I had been teetering on ever since the first touch of the pinwheel.

I begged Derek to dosomething, anything to stop it from driving me crazy.

Suddenly, he was over the top of me, a looming dark shadow that caused my core to clench and my racing heart to pound faster. His fingers pressed into my mouth, stroking over my tongue, and I obediently suckled them without much thought. He pressed them all the way to the back of my mouth, and I choked, then he pulled them free and I lay there, mouth open and eyes glazed.

Derek’s cock pressed past my lips, and I groaned low in my throat. Above me, he grabbed onto the headboard for balance and settled his knees on either side of my head. I was consumed by him, utterly and completely, as he thrust his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I choked loudly, and a rumbling moan came from above.

“That’s it, Charlotte,” came Derek’s voice. “If you suck my cock nice and good,maybeI’ll think about touching your soaked pussy.”

Derek touching me wasallI wanted, the only sane thought I could focus on. My body was so worked up from being on display, from being teased and tormented by a variety of different toys, that I was certain I would come if I could just squeeze my thighs together. That was impossible, though, and so I obeyed.

The gels continued to tingle and warm my most sensitive areas, but if I complied,maybeDerek would finally touch me.

I relaxed my throat, hollowed my cheeks, and when his cock next thrust between my lips, I desperately started to suck. His cock was thick and heavy, weighing down my tongue as I worked to please him, although I dully became aware that I didn’t need to do anything other than keep my mouth open and my throat relaxed. This allowed Derek to start up a deep, solid rhythm of fucking into my throat, and the sounds he made above me made my chest swell.

I was making him sound like that.Me. No one else.

My world dimmed, and each thrust of his cock cut off my airway for a few seconds. I choked slightly on each thrust, but he seemed to like that, and I was desperate to please him, desperate to do anything just to feel a single firm touch against my pussy. I was ready to give myself over to this—

“Derek?” A new voice, surprised, drifted from the far end of the room, and my gut clenched.

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