Holy shit. The filth that came out of this man’s mouth.
“Hmmm,” I moaned. He withdrew his finger, and I shouted in protest. Without anything in any of my holes, the emptiness was too much. “Sani, please.”
“Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes, I’ll let you fuck it,” I cried, needing more. Two fingers, slick with lube, pressed into my ass, and I trembled as he fucked me with them.
“Let’s get it ready for me then,” he growled, then latched his mouth onto my clit again, flicking it with the tip of his tongue at insane speed. It was only seconds before I nearly combust. I screamed that I was going to come and kicked him away with my legs.
He chuckled, “Quattro.”
His fingers left my ass, and smooth, cold metal pushed inside instead. The anal plug. I gasped as it burned when the widest part pressed in, but the pain faded as soon as it was in place.
“Fuck. That looks so pretty,” Sani growled, pressing his thumb against the heart-shaped jewel at the end.
I panted, fighting, fighting, fighting against the constant building pleasure. It was exhausting. Mentally, physically, emotionally. I wanted to come so badly. I was pretty sure I’d agree to anything, give anything for his permission.
He stood up and walked back in front of me. Even blindfolded, I could see him in my mind—his dark eyes scanning my body, his chest rising and falling as he took his dick in his hand. He stepped closer, pressing his clothed body against mine, and I dropped my head against his chest with a whimper. Why was it so hot that he was still fully dressed while I wasn’t?
“You’re being so good for me,Ribelle. Close your legs.”
I did as he asked; the praise gave me the boost I needed. Wrapping one handaround my back, holding me to him, he used the other to guide his cock between my thighs. He massaged the head of his cock against my clit, and I shuddered as I felt his piercing vibrate.
I lifted my head and moaned, but before the sound escaped, his mouth covered mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I melted into him as he devoured my mouth and rubbed circles over my clit with his piercing. I broke away from his lips to beg for permission, and he stepped back, making tears sting behind my eyes.
“Cinque,” he said, walking around me.
I couldn’t do this. I wouldn’t make it. Could you die from being edged? It sure felt possible. But the thought of starting from zero again if I gave in at this point forced me to find some willpower.
His hands grabbed my hips from behind, and his knees bent behind mine so he could line his dick up at my entrance. My back arched, and I gripped the bar tighter as he slowly pushed himself inside me until he was buried to the hilt. He growled, his fingers digging into my hips. Then he started fucking me, hard and fast.
My body swung forward on the bar, and he lifted my hips so I was impaled on his cock as he fucked me from behind. This angle made his cock press against that spot inside me that made the world splinter. When he felt my pussy clench, so close to coming but all I could do was scream, he slowed right down, taking the explosion away.
“Sei,” he groaned, then started his punishing pace again until he had to pull out completely when I screamed I was about to come. “Sette.”
My mind drifted into a hazy, warm glow. The blindfold was untied, and I blinked against the warm light. Sani was in front of me, his dick glistening with my arousal as it protruded from his trousers. He was uncuffing my wrists from the bar, breathing hard, clearly just as turned on as I was but better at controlling it. As soon as my arms were released, my legs buckled, and he caught me, lifting me into his arms and brushing my hair from my face.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he moaned, peppering my face with kisses before he laid me on the bed.
He stripped off his shirt, then his trousers, giving me a few seconds to lie there and admire him. He climbed onto the bed and crawled over me, kissing every inch of my body until he reached my lips. I flung my arms around his neck, torn between needing him back inside me and knowing that was my destruction.
He thrust inside anyway, making me gasp into his mouth, and he started rolling his hips into me, telling me to take it like a good fucking girl. And I did. I let him use my body, constantly building the orgasm up before he slowed his pace and let it fade away.
It was the most intense experience I’d ever had. I felt completely at his mercy.And it was oddly freeing. He was in charge of my pleasure. He commanded my body. All I had to do was not come. Every near orgasm felt more consuming and crippling than the last. But I didn’t want it to end. I’d gone past the point of no return. I wouldn’t come until he told me to, even if it killed me. Tears started streaming down my face, and he kissed them all away.
Then he flipped me over. I was kneeling on the bed, legs spread wide, and he was kneeling behind me, fucking me while he held me to his chest and his fingers played with my clit. The anal plug, still buried deep, shifted with every one of his thrusts, and it was mind-blowing.
“Oh, God, I can’t—” I cried as the fire licked at my insides once more. I couldn’t even tell where the orgasm was brewing from anymore. His fingers, his dick, or the anal plug. Probably all of them. “I can’t.”
“Safe word,Ribelle,” he growled into my ear, fucking me faster, pushing me past the kind of pleasure I ever thought possible. I shook my head and whimpered.
“Then beg,” he gritted between his teeth, then sucked on my neck. Would this be it? Would he finally let me?
“Please! Sani! Please, I need to come!”
A second passed, and my body began to tremble as the pinnacle of pleasure drew closer. His fingers disappeared, and he stopped thrusting, remaining buried inside me but refusing to move. I screamed, digging my nails into his thighs, wanting to punish him as he was punishing me.
“Otto,” he growled into the shell of my ear. Then his fingers were back circling my clit, but he didn’t move, which was somehow worse. I tried to bounce on his dick, but he held me still, keeping me filled yet giving me nothing except his fingers. I grabbed his wrist and tried to tear his hand away as the pleasure reached a boiling point.
