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“Take your bra off,” Mac says.
I reach up, unhook it, and let it fall to the floor, already missing the sensation of my fingers on my clit.
“Pinch your nipples and caress your breasts,” Mac says.
I follow his instructions to the letter, caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples hard enough to make me gasp.
“Hold them. Pull on them.”
I do it, feeling intense throbbing in my pussy as it responds to my nipples’ pain.
“Harder.”
I pull harder, screwing my face up.
“Harder,” he shouts.
I pull on them so hard I let out a roar of pain as my back arches.
“Put your hand in your panties. Slip your fingers inside your lips and massage your clit.”
I run my fingers down my body and plunge my fingers inside my lips, rubbing my screaming clit. For a second, it hurts so much I don’t think I can keep going, but then a rush of wetness coats me and it starts to feel good. I moan, throwing my head back as I rub myself.
“Take your panties off,” Mac commands.
I can’t. I can’t stop touching myself, I am so close.
“Now,” Mac orders.
I force myself to stop and remove my panties. I stand before him, glistening and wet, my thighs coated with moisture that soaks into my stocking tops. Mac pushes the duvet aside and grabs his hard cock and begins to stroke it. I am at once jealous of his hand.
“Put your fingers in your pussy. Bring yourself to the edge, but don’t come.”
I insert two fingers into my pussy, wincing as it stretches, stinging as I brush against the raw part. I close my eyes, blocking out everything except the pain and the pleasure I know it will bring. I move my fingers in and out of myself, the stinging pain giving way to pleasure as my pussy clenches around my fingers. I rub my fingers in and out of my warm slippery folds. I can hear the sucking sounds my pussy makes as I work my fingers through the wetness, rubbing my walls, making myself come alive.
My other hand moves unbidden to my breasts, teasing my nipple, and I throw my head back, gasping as my orgasm hurtles toward me.
“Did I say you could touch your nipples?” Mac asks.
His voice is low, commanding, and my hand falls away from my breast. I am close now, so close my stomach is contracting, waves of pleasure firing through my body.
“Stop,” Mac says.
I can’t stop. I keep pounding my fingers into myself. I need to come. My whole body is screaming for it.
“Stop now,” Mac commands.
He sounds closer. I force my fingers to stop their delicious assault on my pussy and I open my eyes and he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his hard cock in his hand, glistening as he strokes it. His face is contorted, twisted with the sensations that run through his body.
He beckons to me, and this time, I don’t disobey him. I stand before him as he continues to stroke his cock, looking me straight in the eye as he does it. Shivers go through me and a whimper escapes my lips as the frustration of being so close and being denied release keeps me on the knife blade.
“You come for me and only me. Have you got that?” Mac says.
I nod, not trusting my voice to work.
“Answer me,” Mac demands.
“Yes,” I say, my voice dripping with need.
“You are mine, Zoe. Mine and mine alone.”
He reaches out as he says it, pushing his fingers roughly into my lips and seeking out my clit. His fingers work me, roughly, making me gasp and pant as my swollen clit pulses with pain and an intense sensation that makes me want to curl around myself and explode outwards in a ball of flames.
“Come for me,” Mac says in a voice full of lust.
My body responds to his command, pushing me over the edge so suddenly that I am hurtling toward my climax so hard and fast I go dizzy. I feel my orgasm explode through my stomach, through my pussy, and through my clit. I freefall through the pleasure, floating on a wave of red ecstasy that pummels me.
I hit my climax and I scream as fire consumes me. I stand rigid in time, exploding again and again, and then I am floating down, weightless, moving toward the ground as my knees buckle.
Mac stands and catches me before I hit the ground, pulling me to him. I feel his cock against my stomach, his hands on my back as he strokes his fingers up and down.
“You are mine, Zoe,” he says into my ear.
I clutch him, holding him to me. He moves backward, taking me with him, and he sits back down on the edge of the bed. I come back to myself, my legs feeling stronger again. I put my hands on Mac’s shoulders and put one knee beside him on the bed. He cups my ass and pushes me up, and I put my other knee on the other side of him.
