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examined my breasts. The clamps had been on long enough and he removed the first one, his lips massaging the blood back into the nipple as he rubbed his fingers roughly up and down my clit.
My first climax slammed into me, blindsiding me as it jumped from a slow build into an explosion of nerve cells. Craig continued rubbing and sucking until I descended to faint twitches and moans.
He switched sides, removing the second clamp and suckling while the pain from the returning blood flow blossomed then ebbed. He pinched the nipple, his mouth moving up to my ear. "I want you to suck me just as sweetly tonight, cub. In our bed, holding me in your mouth until I'm hard, releasing me until I soften, repeating until I'm clawing at the sheets for you to finish me off."
"Yes," I whispered back, wanting more than anything the right to return to Craig's bed that night.
"You still don't believe I love you."
"I do," I protested softly.
Before I could repeat my assurance, he pressed a fingertip against my lips to silence me. He trailed the finger down my torso, then further south to find the plug and twist its base, the petals expanding inside me another notch.
I would have levitated off the table if not for the straps holding me in place.
He twisted again and my second climax materialized out of nowhere, galloping through me, my hips bucking with release and pleasure squirting from my pussy.
His mouth covered me at the first gush of liquid, greedily licking as he fingered my cunt three digits wide.
When I melted into the table, he tilted its surface at a sharper angle, the padlock and key forgotten as they slid off my stomach and clattered to the floor. His body pressed against me, Craig stretched his arms and removed the straps at my wrists. Hugging his shoulders, I buried my face against his neck to hide the conflicted emotions and need contorting my features.
"I'm not done with you, cub." He pushed his pants down his hips, one hand holding his cock to guide it into my wet, grasping cunt.
Penetrating me, he groaned. His hands wrapped around the arm boards. He began to ruthlessly drill into my pussy, his lower abdominals in a constant upward grind against my labia and the clit wedged between their plump folds.
Behind the blindfold, I broke down into fresh tears. Another orgasm whirled just outside of reach.
"Tell me, Valerie."
"I love you," I whispered.
"Tell me again." He thrust, knocked, bumped me another inch toward my oblivion.
Squeezing him tighter with every muscle I could wrap around him, I repeated myself a little louder.
"I love you."
"Still not there, baby." His cock or the tissues of my battered pussy ballooned, his possession of my ass and cunt complete, the fat head of his cock wedged against the mouth of my cervix as he continued to grind. "Tell me again."
"I love you." I squeezed and squeezed, my release vibrating through me, clit stinging as my body started to burn like a brush fire. "You're my love, my only love. I love you so much."
His cock jerked inside me, his orgasm unfolding at my confession. The motion rippled across my skin, dancing like dolphins in the wake of my climax. His fingers found the knot holding the blindfold in place. He untied it, but I kept my face buried against his skin, my eyes pressed tightly shut.
"Baby." Craig wrapped his arms around me. "Look."
"I am," I lied.
"Oh, sweet cub," he chuckled and hugged me tighter. "You are in so much trouble when I get you back home. Open your eyes."
I obeyed, my gaze focused down before it reluctantly lifted. Up and up it rose before taking in both sides of the stage. I shook my head, a moment's disbelief and confusion filling me.
We were alone.
I collapsed into Craig, every last ounce of tension swiftly drained from my body. I sagged in the safety of his arms, sniffling but relieved and happy. "Why did you bring me to an empty room?"
"You weren't ready for a scene." Reaching down, he forced the petals to fold inward and gently slid the
My first climax slammed into me, blindsiding me as it jumped from a slow build into an explosion of nerve cells. Craig continued rubbing and sucking until I descended to faint twitches and moans.
He switched sides, removing the second clamp and suckling while the pain from the returning blood flow blossomed then ebbed. He pinched the nipple, his mouth moving up to my ear. "I want you to suck me just as sweetly tonight, cub. In our bed, holding me in your mouth until I'm hard, releasing me until I soften, repeating until I'm clawing at the sheets for you to finish me off."
"Yes," I whispered back, wanting more than anything the right to return to Craig's bed that night.
"You still don't believe I love you."
"I do," I protested softly.
Before I could repeat my assurance, he pressed a fingertip against my lips to silence me. He trailed the finger down my torso, then further south to find the plug and twist its base, the petals expanding inside me another notch.
I would have levitated off the table if not for the straps holding me in place.
He twisted again and my second climax materialized out of nowhere, galloping through me, my hips bucking with release and pleasure squirting from my pussy.
His mouth covered me at the first gush of liquid, greedily licking as he fingered my cunt three digits wide.
When I melted into the table, he tilted its surface at a sharper angle, the padlock and key forgotten as they slid off my stomach and clattered to the floor. His body pressed against me, Craig stretched his arms and removed the straps at my wrists. Hugging his shoulders, I buried my face against his neck to hide the conflicted emotions and need contorting my features.
"I'm not done with you, cub." He pushed his pants down his hips, one hand holding his cock to guide it into my wet, grasping cunt.
Penetrating me, he groaned. His hands wrapped around the arm boards. He began to ruthlessly drill into my pussy, his lower abdominals in a constant upward grind against my labia and the clit wedged between their plump folds.
Behind the blindfold, I broke down into fresh tears. Another orgasm whirled just outside of reach.
"Tell me, Valerie."
"I love you," I whispered.
"Tell me again." He thrust, knocked, bumped me another inch toward my oblivion.
Squeezing him tighter with every muscle I could wrap around him, I repeated myself a little louder.
"I love you."
"Still not there, baby." His cock or the tissues of my battered pussy ballooned, his possession of my ass and cunt complete, the fat head of his cock wedged against the mouth of my cervix as he continued to grind. "Tell me again."
"I love you." I squeezed and squeezed, my release vibrating through me, clit stinging as my body started to burn like a brush fire. "You're my love, my only love. I love you so much."
His cock jerked inside me, his orgasm unfolding at my confession. The motion rippled across my skin, dancing like dolphins in the wake of my climax. His fingers found the knot holding the blindfold in place. He untied it, but I kept my face buried against his skin, my eyes pressed tightly shut.
"Baby." Craig wrapped his arms around me. "Look."
"I am," I lied.
"Oh, sweet cub," he chuckled and hugged me tighter. "You are in so much trouble when I get you back home. Open your eyes."
I obeyed, my gaze focused down before it reluctantly lifted. Up and up it rose before taking in both sides of the stage. I shook my head, a moment's disbelief and confusion filling me.
We were alone.
I collapsed into Craig, every last ounce of tension swiftly drained from my body. I sagged in the safety of his arms, sniffling but relieved and happy. "Why did you bring me to an empty room?"
"You weren't ready for a scene." Reaching down, he forced the petals to fold inward and gently slid the
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