Page 33 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

“It’s good.” Laney takes a few deep breaths and some of the tension leaves her features. “I’m good, it’s just intense.”

“I need you to promise you’ll call it if it’s too much.” I don’t want her doing this just for me. These gels can be intense, which is why I started off with a very small amount, but I’m not willing to push past boundaries even if she’s only just realizing she has them.

Her determined eyes meet mine. “I am not something breakable, Arrow. I know what I want, and I want this. I want you. Please, give me more.”

The strength in her voice is one I don’t hear often, but I can see how much she really means every single word. She wants me; she’s choosing me. So I’m going to give her everything.

I lower her blindfold until it’s back in place. The sensitizing gels should be setting in well by now. That combined with the chamomile oil, she should be nice and relaxed and ready to take more.

I spread her legs, hooking them on either side of the desk, and blow gently on her clit while my fingers lightly trail back up to her breasts. She sucks in a harsh breath.

Her clit is so swollen I can practically see it pulsating. I grab a chair and bring it to sit between her legs. My mouth hovers just over her sensitive nub, letting my breath fan across it as I speak.

“You're going to give me another, right?”

She lets out a whimper, trying to push her hips closer to me.

“Yes, yes, another. Frick. I want to come again. Just for you.”

She’s nearly sobbing in need, and I’m helpless to deny her. Keeping my breaths on her core, I move my hands up to her nipples.

“Oh my gosh, oh.” She’s screaming for me now. I watch in rapture as her greedy cunt pulses while coming only from me pinching her pretty little nipples.

As she comes down this time, I can’t help myself. I let my tongue lick her from top to bottom, gathering every little bit of cum she’s given me. She tastes just like her personality. A little sour but also sweet.

Using my fingers, I rim her ass while flicking her overstimulated clit with my tongue.

“Arrow, it’s too much. Shiitake, I can’t. I can’t.”

Actual tears are falling, but she doesn’t call her safeword. I slow down a bit but don’t stop just so she knows I hear her. Her body is still begging for me though. I can feel it.

When she still doesn’t call it, I push two fingers into her ass. Shewillcome again for me.

“I want three more, Kitten. I want you to count them for me.”

“Arrow,” she cries. “That’s too many.”

“You can take it. I know you can.” I wiggle my fingers in her ass and she gasps. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

I figure now is as good a time as any to teach her body to come under my orders. Forcing orgasms isn’t easy. When you’re willing to put in the work and conditioning, her body will have no choice but to obey soon enough.

When she doesn't respond or come, I push my fingers deeper and grab the small bullet vibrator. Guess we will start forcing them now.

Clicking it on, I hold it to her clit while moving my fingers in and out of her ass. Her body bucks and fights but eventually, I get what I want. I can feel her muscles begin to tighten.

“There you go, baby. That’s what I want. Come for me like the good little student you are.”

This time her body listens. Her tight ass clamps down on my fingers when I push them deeper and stroke her inner walls, making the orgasm last twice as long. Her warm cum trickles down to where my fingers are pumping in and out of her while making a puddle in my palm. This gives me even more lubrication to twist them around, making her squirm until I’m sure I’ve taken every ounce of what she can give me. For now.

When she comes down, she sounds like she just ran a marathon. Her legs and body are shaking and her breaths stutter. I pull my fingers free and offer her some praise. I still expect two more, but I need her to relax a little bit before I start again so she doesn’t go insane.

I clean up my hands with a cloth from the drawer and coat them in a massage oil. This one has peppermint in it to help her body feel cooled and centered.

Starting at the back of her neck, I continue to work my hands down as she begins to relax again. I’m careful to avoid her sensitive areas, just focusing on her shaking muscles.

I release her arms from above her head and let them fall next to her side before massaging them, paying close attention while kneading all the way to her fingertips. I can tell she’s reached a solid subspace when her arm no longer tries to hold itself up for me.

“You’re so beautiful.” I push my fingers into her hair letting the tips push into her scalp. She lets out a satisfied sigh. “You’re doing so well for me, Kitten.”

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