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and the intensity of what
she felt.
"Please," she begged him, her pussy already clenching as
he held up the purple vibrator. Her wrists tugged at her restraints,
making her breasts jiggle, and she moaned again as the weights bounced
slightly, tugging on her nipple rings and making the tiny buds ache.
Master Michael shifted, so that he was kneeling in front of her,
and she arched her hips forward as the thick, plastic tip nudged against her
pussy lips. She was so wet that he had no problem sliding the shaft inside
of her, thrusting it slightly as her pussy opened for the fake dick. It
wasn't as good as the real thing - it never was - but it still felt fucking
fantastic right now. Lexie panted, her head falling back as her hips
moved in time with the slight thrusts.
She jerked, whimpering as it turned on, low. The clit
attachment barely brushed her swollen bud, teasing her, but not bringing her
anywhere near fulfillment.
"Please, Master Michael... please, I need to cum," she
begged, her voice rising in a sob. She didn't care. Pride had no
place in this. There was just the overwhelming, rising tide of tension
that was coiling in her center.
His hand smacked against her inner thigh, on skin already made
pink by the strands of his flogger, and Lexie gasped.
"Don't you dare cum yet, not until I tell you to."
The self-assured, almost arrogant, tone of his voice didn't allow
for contradiction or bargaining. She responded to it, immediately,
struggling against the low thrum of the vibrator, trying to angle her hips away
from fluttering clit attachment, because she wanted to obey that command.
That voice. But he pressed forward, the vibrations increasing, as the
clit attachment pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves and Lexie
almost screamed.
"Please... I can't..."
"Just another minute, honey, not yet."
Oh god... it felt like she was melting, like her insides were
turning into molten lava. The pleasure from the vibrator was coursing
through her, making her toes curl as she dug her fingers into the restraints
around her wrists, clinging to the edge of sanity.
The vibrator pulsed, and the fluttering against her clit went
electric. White noise roared in Lexie's ears as she convulsed, her throat
tightening on a scream.
"Cum now, Lexie."
The permission came a second before she would have lost control
anyway, and she screamed as her body shuddered. The orgasm was
overwhelming, bigger and brighter than any she'd ever experienced in her
life. Waves rolled through her, buffeting her consciousness, turning her into
a throbbing mass as pain spiked through her nipples and ecstasy sizzled along
her nerves.
It was white heat, sparkling fireflies dancing in her vision, as
the tension unraveled from her body in spiraling vortexes of rapture. She
hung, wrapped in warmth, as the immediate stimulation faded away, leaving her
in a hazy fog of sated bliss.
"I've got her."
The deep tones pinged on her consciousness, some part of her mind
perking up with interest as strong arms wrapped around her, holding her
up. Her wrists dropped, no longer secured. The warmth of the cuffs
left, leaving her wrists cool. The weights on her nipples lifted, leaving them
sensitive and tingling.
"That's fine. She said that you could cut in any time,
as long as you weren't ending the scene." Amusement.
Satisfaction. Lexie could hear both.
A low rumbling growl, that she felt more than heard, as she was
pulled tight against a warm, muscular chest. Smelling familiar cologne,
Lexie purred her contentment, snuggling in.
******
The only thing worse than a passion-wracked Lexie was a cuddling,
sated Lexie. Patrick could feel his heart cracking as she nuzzled her
head against his shoulder. She wasn't in sub-space exactly, but she
wasn't quite in her right head either. Pleasure-sated, would be the term
he'd use. He wasn't even sure if she knew it was him and not Michael that
was holding
she felt.
"Please," she begged him, her pussy already clenching as
he held up the purple vibrator. Her wrists tugged at her restraints,
making her breasts jiggle, and she moaned again as the weights bounced
slightly, tugging on her nipple rings and making the tiny buds ache.
Master Michael shifted, so that he was kneeling in front of her,
and she arched her hips forward as the thick, plastic tip nudged against her
pussy lips. She was so wet that he had no problem sliding the shaft inside
of her, thrusting it slightly as her pussy opened for the fake dick. It
wasn't as good as the real thing - it never was - but it still felt fucking
fantastic right now. Lexie panted, her head falling back as her hips
moved in time with the slight thrusts.
She jerked, whimpering as it turned on, low. The clit
attachment barely brushed her swollen bud, teasing her, but not bringing her
anywhere near fulfillment.
"Please, Master Michael... please, I need to cum," she
begged, her voice rising in a sob. She didn't care. Pride had no
place in this. There was just the overwhelming, rising tide of tension
that was coiling in her center.
His hand smacked against her inner thigh, on skin already made
pink by the strands of his flogger, and Lexie gasped.
"Don't you dare cum yet, not until I tell you to."
The self-assured, almost arrogant, tone of his voice didn't allow
for contradiction or bargaining. She responded to it, immediately,
struggling against the low thrum of the vibrator, trying to angle her hips away
from fluttering clit attachment, because she wanted to obey that command.
That voice. But he pressed forward, the vibrations increasing, as the
clit attachment pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves and Lexie
almost screamed.
"Please... I can't..."
"Just another minute, honey, not yet."
Oh god... it felt like she was melting, like her insides were
turning into molten lava. The pleasure from the vibrator was coursing
through her, making her toes curl as she dug her fingers into the restraints
around her wrists, clinging to the edge of sanity.
The vibrator pulsed, and the fluttering against her clit went
electric. White noise roared in Lexie's ears as she convulsed, her throat
tightening on a scream.
"Cum now, Lexie."
The permission came a second before she would have lost control
anyway, and she screamed as her body shuddered. The orgasm was
overwhelming, bigger and brighter than any she'd ever experienced in her
life. Waves rolled through her, buffeting her consciousness, turning her into
a throbbing mass as pain spiked through her nipples and ecstasy sizzled along
her nerves.
It was white heat, sparkling fireflies dancing in her vision, as
the tension unraveled from her body in spiraling vortexes of rapture. She
hung, wrapped in warmth, as the immediate stimulation faded away, leaving her
in a hazy fog of sated bliss.
"I've got her."
The deep tones pinged on her consciousness, some part of her mind
perking up with interest as strong arms wrapped around her, holding her
up. Her wrists dropped, no longer secured. The warmth of the cuffs
left, leaving her wrists cool. The weights on her nipples lifted, leaving them
sensitive and tingling.
"That's fine. She said that you could cut in any time,
as long as you weren't ending the scene." Amusement.
Satisfaction. Lexie could hear both.
A low rumbling growl, that she felt more than heard, as she was
pulled tight against a warm, muscular chest. Smelling familiar cologne,
Lexie purred her contentment, snuggling in.
******
The only thing worse than a passion-wracked Lexie was a cuddling,
sated Lexie. Patrick could feel his heart cracking as she nuzzled her
head against his shoulder. She wasn't in sub-space exactly, but she
wasn't quite in her right head either. Pleasure-sated, would be the term
he'd use. He wasn't even sure if she knew it was him and not Michael that
was holding
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