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Curling her tongue about his middle finger, she licked it, tasting her own nectar.
The finger slipped out with a popping sound. Jason flicked her cheek with it. “Greedy, greedy creature. Kneel on the table by the box.”
She clambered up. “Can I open it?” She tried to peep through the flaps. “Sir,” she added as a precautionary measure.
“Go on.” He stood by the table as she opened the lid.
Her eyes widened, and she clapped her hands together in delight. “Oh. My. God! It’s a Sybian,” she shrieked. “A device for my pleasure. Thank you, thank you. I’ve never tried one before.”
“Never? It never ceases to surprise me what you haven’t tried.”
What he knew about sex never ceased to amaze her. “I’ve yet to find something you haven’t,” she countered. “Can I take it out? Please, Sir?”
“Sure. It’s all clean and ready to use. I fitted the smallest phallus. Start small and work up to the biggest size.”
With his help, she lifted the masturbation device out of the box and placed it in the middle of the table next to her. She stroked the smooth leather saddle. Bulky and heavy, it needed to support her weight and keep her from toppling over. Situated on the apex of the saddle were the flesh-coloured silicone phallus and clitoral stimulator. They made the device somewhat unattractive compared to living tissue. By now, her hands shook uncontrollably. Just looking at the oversized toy made her want to come.
“Please may I try it out,” she whispered. Please, please. It’s my birthday, isn’t it!
Jason’s arms folded across his chest. His eyes sparkled under the halogens, and she tempered a mischievous desire to reach out and ruffle the smooth lines of his blond hair. The height advantage gave an added bonus.
“Some adjustments first. Look in the box.”
A blindfold, cuffs, and a gag, plus a tube of lubricant. She laid them on the table in front of him. They were for him to use, not her.
Jason completed the task she had begun and finished unbuttoning his shirt, sweeping it off his shoulders, along with his tie. She chewed on her lower lip, ogling his musculature. He came up on the table behind her and pressed his smooth broad chest against her back. Another burst of adrenaline, its effect immediately felt in her pussy. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep still.
“First,” he whispered into her ear, “I don’t want you tinkering with the setting, so these hands are going to be out of the way.” He bound her wrists behind her back with the leather cuffs, linking them together. “Then, no peeping, no visual distractions.” She descended into darkness. “And I don’t want your hollering, waking Joshua up.”
She opened her mouth, and he fitted the ball gag. Not too tight, but sufficient to dampen her volume down to acceptable levels. Bound, blindfolded, and gagged. A trinity of vulnerabilities.
He nudged the small of her back. “Lean forward. Bottom up.”
His fingers glided down her slit, and she shivered. Cold lubricant. He smeared it around the opening of her pussy, teasing her at the same time with hungry fingers, entering her, stretching her. She jolted, squirming at his frigging actions. Husky pants exuded from her mouth. Hot breaths. She’d felt the cool temperature of the kitchen as she undressed. It didn’t feel cold now. She was on fire with a passion like no other.
“Yes,” she muttered encouragingly. His fingers left her. She moaned in frustration at their departure.
“Slip yourself onto it. Ease down.” He supported her hips, manoeuvring her over the Sybian. She wriggled, adjusted the position of her knees, and squeezed the saddle between her thighs. Slowly, she descended and encased the phallus, centimetre by centimetre, in a tortuous fashion, until she swallowed it whole with her sopping pussy.
“Ooooo,” she moaned through her gag. Even without the device switched on, the friction of the ribbing on the dildo brought her to the brink of an orgasm.
“Okay. Come as you wish. I’m not going to interfere. Enjoy, babe.”
A flick of a switch, and the motor erupted into life. The noise took her by surprise. She rose up on her knees, as the vibrations shook her whole pelvis.
She screamed into her gag as she came.
Gemma didn’t think it was possible to have multiple orgasms so close together. Each time she climaxed, Jason turned up the speed and intensity of the device. She needed his support, and he gave it to her, wrapping one arm about the bosom, and the other around the waist, keeping her upright on the saddle. While she shook and wailed with unmitigated delight, begging him to turn it off, which he didn’t, he rained kisses on her neck and hair.
The constant stream of orgasms pulverised her insides. The phallus targeted her G-spot perfectly, forcing her to climax in tandem with her increasing tender clitoris.
“Oh God, I’m coming again,” she mumbled, close to exhaustion.
Her covered eyes could give her no sense of balance, and she wobbled about as she crushed her knees into the saddle, trying to alleviate the consuming sense of cramping. Tears slithered out of her eyes. Cool rivulets formed on her cheeks, not through pain, but due to the intensity of the orgasms.
Whether she had hit the highest setting or because Jason decided she was overstimulated, he switched the device off, and Gemma collapsed back into his arms. He lifted her off the Sybian, and she curled up on the table, foetal position, and bathed in the sweaty humidity of her skin.
In the darkness, he dragged her legs across towards him, sliding her over the smooth surface, until her legs dangled over the side of the kitchen table. She bent over, and he had the lubricant out again and, with her still bound, gagged, and blindfolded, he rubbed the cold gel into her anus. Though spent, she didn’t care about the preparations. It might be her birthday, but Gemma was still his to use, however and whenever he wished. Watching her lose herself on the Sybian had inspired his own lustful designs.
