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“If I put my fingers inside your pussy, will you be wet for me?”
I nod.
His hand trails over my belly and between my legs. I can hear my wetness as he presses a finger inside me. He smiles, satisfied with my body's response.
“This is mine. And because I allow it, Seven's. You're going to be our good whore. No more silly escape attempts. No more denying your desires. You want this, don't you, Pretty Toy?”
I could lie to myself. I could say that I only nod in answer to appease him, to try to stay safe. But I do have needs. I'm only human, and they are both so beautiful. There’s no resistance to Seven. But our captor? I wish it was somehow okay to want what he's doing right now, to just exist and float on this haze of erotic satisfaction.
I'm supposed to fight. I'm supposed to struggle and cry and beg him not to touch me. But I just open my legs wider, holding his gaze, arching up to meet his fingers as they slide in and out of me.
“You will give me your pleasure. It belongs to me. The first thing you need to learn is how to come for me.”
I'm pretty sure I already know how to do that. I feel myself blush at the memory of what he did that first day on this bed.
He chuckles. “No, I mean you're going to learn how to comeforme. You're going to come, and then come again, and then again, untilIsay it's time to stop. Sometimes pleasure can be so much that it becomes pain. You'll learn that, and then you'll learn to accept it and push through it to give me more of your pleasure. Until I allow you to stop.”
My eyes widen at this. I'm not that woman who has multiple orgasms. I don't know that I can't, I've just never tried. I'm satisfied after one. Again I find myself wondering what happens if I can't give him what he wants. A punishment of some type? I'm growing less afraid that he'll kill me. My escape attempt didn't push him to it so I now feel irrationally safe from death—at least for the foreseeable future. I'm not sure how accurate this assessment is, but it makes me feel the tiniest bit less guilty for the way I crave his touch.
He gets up and stretches my arms and legs out and binds me to the bed, much like he had me that first day. He produces a blindfold from a drawer in the base of the bed and secures it around my eyes.
I feel the panic edging in. Bound, no sight, no ability to cry out.
“Shhhh,” he says, stroking the side of my face. “I will remove the gag on one condition. You're not allowed to beg. You can make any sounds you want but no words. Do you accept these terms?”
I nod, desperate to have even the tiniest freedom.
“I want to be sure you understand. If you beg me, if you say a single word to me that I don't command, you will be punished. I can leave the gag in. It won't be comfortable, but you'll be safe. Do you want me to leave it in?”
I shake my head.
He sighs. “All right. Be careful with this favor, Pretty Toy. It may bite you in the end.”
This scares me a little.CanI resist the urge to beg? To try to reason with him? To speak the title he's demanded from me over and over?
I don't know, but the gag is starting to hurt, and it makes me panic and feel like I can't take in proper breaths. He unfastens the straps and pulls it off me. I lick my dry lips, then something plastic prods at my mouth.
“Drink.” When I hesitate, he says “It's only water.”
I take the water he offers, then lie back when he pulls it away.
A moment later, I feel his tongue between my legs, and I’m already past the point of even pretending to resist him. I don't speak. I don't beg. I just arch up toward his exploring tongue, whimpers and moans flowing out of me.
My first orgasm comes after only a few minutes. But he doesn't stop. He drinks me up, never slowing in his assault on my senses. He pulls away, and I'm panting.
He leaves me for a moment, and I take a long shaky breath. I know he isn't finished with me. Upon his return, I hear the distinct buzzing sound. I can tell he has it on the highest setting.
I cringe away before he reaches me, but he spreads me wide so that he can press these intense vibrations directly against my clit. I struggle away from the sensation, but there’s nowhere to go. He grips my hip, stilling me.
“Be good and accept it, Pretty Toy.”
I breathe slowly. After a little while, the sensations start to feel like pleasure again as another orgasm prepares to crest over me. But before it can, he pulls it away from my clit.
The words “Please, Master” are at the edge of my tongue before I bite them back, remembering the promise of punishment.
He chuckles at this. He pushes the vibrator inside me much as he did that first day. This time I know I'll come. And it's as earthshattering as it was the first time, building from some place deep within me and then exploding outward. I buck my hips with it, trying to fuck the toy instead of the toy fucking me.
I'm panting and whimpering when it finally subsides, and he pulls the toy away. But he only allows me a minute of rest before he's started in on me again. He uses multiple toys in a rotation as he drags orgasm out of orgasm from my quivering pussy.
