Page 81 of Fierce

“No,” he said. “Nobody else. Ever. I thought I’d made that pretty clear. You’re all mine, and you’re going to stay that way. Nobody else, no pain, and nothing at all that you don’t want. You say the word, and we’re done.”

He was naked. Fully aroused again, all hard muscle and hard man, and once again, every nerve I possessed was quivering, at the screaming edge. But not from fear, not anymore. Because he was lifting my hips, just as he’d done in his office, putting a larger wedge under my belly this time, positioning me over it, then stroking his hand over the curves of my bottom, making me quiver and moan.

“This is so I can have total access,” he said. “Because you’re not going to be able to get to your hands and knees tonight.”

“Wh-what?” His hand was still there, and every bit of attention I had was concentrated in that hand. But what was he talking about?

I felt my thong being pulled over my hips, down my legs, and I was fully naked. And then I got my answer, because his hand was around my ankle, exactly as it had been that first evening under my desk, and he was pulling my legs apart. I felt the ribbon being wrapped around my ankle, then the yank as he fastened me down. He did the same to the other ankle, until I was pulled tight, spread-eagled on my stomach, my bottom high in the air.

“My butterfly,” he said. “Fastened down to my web. What’s going to happen to her?”

I couldn’t answer, because I was too far gone already, and he didn’t say anything more. I lay there for agonizing seconds before I heard a buzz that made me jump.

“Have you ever used a vibrator?”

He was somewhere behind me, and I couldn’t see him. “N-no. Too noisy. And I don’t...I don’t need one. Just touch me.”

His laugh was pure melted chocolate. “Oh, I’m going to touch you. I’m going to touch you everywhere.”

He was over me, then. Kneeling between my legs, drawing the buzzing instrument over my back, lingering on the sensitive spot between my shoulder blades as I shivered at the delicious stimulation. Around to my sides, as far as he could reach toward my breasts, and I was shifting. Slow and hot as sin down my spine, all the way to my tailbone, which was the best yet, and there were some moans escaping now. And, finally, over the curves of my bottom, all the way to the crease at the top of my thighs. Down, up, and down some more. So close, and not nearly close enough.

The closer he got, the slower he went. And then, when he was almost there...he shifted it. Began to move the buzzing thing gently up and down my thighs, over every sensitized inch of them, making me squirm. Then up the insides, drifting closer. Closer. The vibration setting up a reaction, a seismic shift inside me that was so close to erupting. So close, until he stopped a bare inch from the junction of my legs and stayed there, rotating the delicate pressure over first one thigh, then the other. As soon as I became accustomed to the sensation and began to relax, he would shift legs and start me up again. Winding me so tight.

By now, I was keening. “Hemi. Please. Please.”

Finally, he moved. Not to where I needed him most, where I was burning for him. Over my outer lips instead, circling once, twice, three times. But the delicious buzz vibrated all the way up, and I was there. Up and over, shaking hard, my hips jerking to the limit my bonds would allow. Calling out loud.

He kept up the intense pressure all the way through it, until I was barely on my way down. Then he pulled the vibrator away, the buzzing stopped, and I cried out again at the loss. I tensed, expecting to feel him inside me, needing that more than I’d ever needed anything. Instead, I heard the noise starting up again, felt its touch, and jerked against my restraints. But there was a difference this time. The motion was no longer steady. It was a rhythmic pulse, and the hard plastic was wet. Slippery.

I’d barely registered that before he’d shoved it inside me in one quick motion that made me scream at the shock, at the nearly overwhelming pulse. I was twisting, thrashing, unable to dislodge it. Climbing again despite everything, panting, calling out, and climaxing so hard it almost hurt.

“Enough,” I gasped when I could speak. “Enough.”

“You’ve got a word,” he said. “Pie. Say the word, and it’s over.”

I couldn’t answer, because I was coming again.

“Say the word,” he told me.

“N-no. No. No.” It was too much, and I never wanted it to end.

“No, pie?” he insisted. “Or no, don’t stop?”

“No...don’t stop,” I managed to say. “Don’t...stop. Ohhhh....”

Another low laugh. “Then I’ll just leave this here a minute, shall I? And while I do...” He sighed. “Time to try something else.”

I barely heard him, because I was making too much noise. Spiking up again and again, for long, unbearable minutes, until I thought it was going to split me in two. Until I felt something else, and heard it, too. A second buzz, another wet, hard surface, a smaller tip teasing at the other entrance.

“Hemi.”I was squirming again. “Ah...”

“Ever wanted to try anal sex?” He had hold of both vibrators now, was moving them, and the pulse...it was killing me.

“N-no,” I said, although it was a lie. I’d always wondered. How could that feel good?

“Well, you’re going to try it tonight.” The tip of the little one had moved the smallest bit inside me now, and I was tightening against it, clenching all my internal muscles.

Which made the next climax hit me like a train. And as soon as it did, Hemi slipped the smaller vibrator inside. Thrillingly alien, unbelievably stimulating, and I was screaming.

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