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He did it again, rubbing her clit with that hard little ridge built into the suit, but this time he paired it with forcing the dildo deeper into her vagina, forcing the sheath all the way in, until she could feel the tension in the fabric at her entrance.
A wave of pleasure swept from her scalp down to her toes. Her nipples were diamond hard; her hands fisted so tight around the edge of the table that her nail beds ached. A long, low moan slid from her mouth.
“Josslyn, did you just come?”
“I…don’t know?”
“You don’t know?”
“Normally my orgasms are all in my belly. My muscles get tight and then relax and immediately afterward, every inch of my skin is sensitive and pleasure-pain areas become only pain.”
Master Bennani reached up and cupped her breast, fingering her nipple. She arched up into his hand.
“Sensitive?”
“Yes, Sir. But not orgasm sensitive. I don’t know if that was an orgasm, or if it just felt really, really good.”
He shifted to kiss her belly once again.
“I like it when you do that, Sir.”
“You like a bit of soft with the hard?”
His words were so quiet she almost didn’t hear them.
“Yes, Sir.”
He sat back on his heels, one hand on his knee, the other still between her legs, holding the end of the glass wand. “I’m not normally soft.”
Something about the way he said it made her tense up.
“Sir?”
He shook his head. “Something to address later.”
“Sir, I didn’t mean—”
He withdrew the wand. It must have been lubed because it slid out easily, leaving the sheath tucked up inside her. Without the glass dildo to hold it open, the rubbery material crinkled under the pressure of her vaginal walls. It left her with the uncomfortable feeling of something inside her. Left her fighting the urge to reach down and pull it out.
“Do you ever wear female condoms?”
“No, Sir.” She had some in the back of her toy drawer somewhere, but hadn’t ever used them. In college, one of her friends had always inserted an internal, or female, condom before going out. She’d said that she never had a problem with them coming out, but Josslyn had worried she wouldn’t be able to focus on either her date, or having a good time, if she were wearing one. All she’d worry about was if it was going to slide out.
“Then this is probably a very odd sensation.” Master Bennani rose to his feet. He gripped the bunched fabric at her hips and pulled. The suit slid up, molding to her body up to her waist.
He took a step back, eyeing her. Josslyn looked down, worried she’d see all her flaws magnified by the tight fit of the suit. Instead, she looked…sexy.
Her legs still looked long and almost wet, the material was so glossy. She felt hugged and compressed, and the pressure was oddly relaxing.
“Slip your arms into the sleeves.”
This time, she needed his help, and once both sleeves were on, she realized she had limited range of motion—her elbows wouldn’t bend past 45 degrees.
The front of the suit was flush against her midsection, but the upper chest piece was still loose.
Master Bennani reached into the front and viciously pinched each nipple in turn. Josslyn screamed in surprise and pain and started to twist away.
She realized what she’d done and quickly squared her shoulders.
