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The muffled sounds she was making were becoming increasingly desperate, but she couldn’t seem to stop.
“Please, oh God please, Rick, touch me,” she begged as soon as he pulled away from the kiss. She was on fire, every inch of her screaming with need, and his lips burned as they traveled leisurely down her neck. Maria shuddered, arching, pressing, wanting.
“I am touching you, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin, licking and then nibbling at her collarbone as his hands slid up her sides to caress the sides of her breasts and then back down. “I’m just taking my time about it.”
Maria groaned. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she knew it would be useless. In fact, it might make him take longer. Perverse man that he was.
His body shifted, and he planted a leg on either side of her torso, leaning over to kiss her some more as he filled his hands with her breasts. At least it was some kind of contact, something new. Her insides ached emptily, her ass clenching around the plug in a rhythmic fashion so it almost felt like the plug was fucking her.
Roughly squeezing her soft mounds, Rick’s fingers searched out her nipples and pinched, tugging the tender buds. A wave of euphoria swept through Maria’s body at the firm contact, the intense pleasure that went straight down to her pussy. She arched, her hips lifting and searching for something to rub against, but Rick’s entire focus was on her upper body. Rolling, tugging, rolling, tugging, and all the while his hands squeezed her breasts and he devoured her cries of needy pleasure.
She felt almost light-headed, as if she was losing her grip on reality, as she gave up the fight and just went with the sensations. Knowing there was nothing she could do to spur Rick on. The restraints on her wrists and ankles gave her the freedom to give up and let him take her where he willed.
The exquisite aching of her breasts in his hands was building, tension coiling, as if they were swelling to their limit and about to burst. The tugging, rolling, pinching of her nipples which left her gasping, also sent her flying. She cried out against Rick’s kiss as the strangest sensation rippled through her; like an orgasm, but not quite like one, as some of the build-up of pressure inside her body released in a rush of ecstasy.
Just as it happened, the plug in her bottom buzzed to life again and her body writhed... it was just like an orgasm, her pussy clenching around nothing, the tugging on her nipples triggering wave after wave of rapture that flowed through her. It was intensely gratifying... and yet still not enough.
Pure satisfaction filled Rick as he felt Maria orgasm under his hands, from nothing but nipple play. It wasn’t something that happened often, and it hadn’t actually been his intention—he’d just wanted to take his time with her—but he was more than a little pleased about it. He could hear the confusion in her cries, laced through with the pleasure, as if she wasn’t sure what was happening even as she lived it.
His cock was throbbing against the front of his pants, aching to be buried inside of her... but he knew once he did that it was going to be all over for both of them. There was no way he’d have the will power to draw back out and take his time then. Besides, right now they could have a little bit of funishment.
“Bad girl,” he murmured as he pulled away from their kiss, although there was no actual censure in his voice. He grinned down at her, squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts in his hands and stroking his thumbs over her nipples to keep the little buds hard. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”
“But I...” Her words sputtered out as her dazed eyes took in what he’d just said. She moaned, shuddering and pressing her breasts upwards even as she realized she definitely had just orgasmed, even though he hadn’t touched her pussy.
Reluctantly pulling himself off of her, Rick quickly reached into his bag. It only took him a few moments to find what he was looking for; rubber tipped little clamps that made Maria’s eyes go big when she saw them. Pinching her nipple to full hardness, he looked right into her eyes as he let the clamp close around the swollen bud, enjoying the hissing of her breath as she reacted to the pain. At the same time, the arousal in her eyes flared. Swiftly, Rick attached the second clamp to her other nipple.
“You look so gorgeous with these pretty little nipples decorated,” he said, leaning over to lave his tongue over each one. Maria cried out a little, squirming at his touch on her sensitive buds. “I should do this more often.”
She moaned but didn’t protest, and Rick grinned. Then he picked up the other item he’d pulled from his bag. “Do you know what this is, sweetheart?”
Maria looked up, her eyes focusing on the toy in his hand. “A really wimpy looking whip?”
He laughed. For a while there she’d been so softly submissive he’d almost forgotten she could be a mouthy little thing when she wanted. Apparently her orgasm had taken the edge off of her need. That actually suited his needs, because it meant he could take his time without having to worry he was driving her beyond her capacity.
The whip was made up of tiny little rubber strands, very thin and only about a foot long. Not at all threatening. However, there was a reason for that.
“It’s not wimpy, it’s just designed for very specific areas of the body,” he said, his eyes glinting. Flicking his wrist in three quick movements, he watched as Maria gasped and writhed as he lashed the strands against each of her breasts and then her open pussy. “Maria.” He waited till she looked at him, those big brown eyes filled with pain and pleasure and need. “You’re not allowed to come without permission this time.”
Her mouth slightly open as she stared up with something like awe at the whip, she nodded her head only slightly. Just like that, she had stepped down from being a brat and rediscovered her submissive softness. Rick flicked the whip against the outsides of each of her breasts, hard enough to make the contact sting slightly. Especially for the strands that snapped against her confined nipples. Her breasts jiggled, and Maria gasped, arching her back and thrusting them up as if asking for more.
Rick obliged. The whip snapped against the soft undersides, and then two direct hits from above that splayed over the full mounds and her nipples. She cried out, writhing. Putting his hand in his pocket, Rick pressed the remote for the plug in her ass, amping up the intensity, before flicking the whip against her breasts again, catching the soft mounds from every angle, aiming for the pale skin usually covered by her bikini.
“Rick! Oh fuck... Rick... fuck... please!” Her skin was turning a pleasing pink color, her nipples darkening to a deep reddish brown as she started to beg while he whipped her tits. Kneeling between her thighs, he could glance down and actually see the base of the plug moving as her asshole clenched around it, pulling it even deeper into her body before releasing again.
He changed his angle and hit three rapid slaps of the whip against her pussy. Maria shrieked, her body bowing as it reacted to the shocking mix of pain and pleasure emanating from between her legs. “Rick!”
“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he said, his voice surprisingly steady, not at all a true barometer of the overwhelming lust he was feeling. Laying the whip into her inner thighs, he drew the line of blows up each thigh, only to avoid her pussy and return to her breasts. Maria whimpered, her hips moving and thrusting her glossy pussy lips upwards, as if inviting the whip to return there again, and he knew he’d pushed her to the point where her body was having trouble differentiating between pleasure and pain.
Laying the whip into her breasts a little bit harder, he started alternating between her breasts and her pussy. Except he kept it unpredictable, only occasionally snapping the whip between her legs, making those swollen lips puff up even more, her juices dripping down to create a wet spot on the bed beneath her. Her dark eyes were slowly glazing over, her body jerking whenever he landed a blow to her cunt, but otherwise just quietly submitting to the erotic lash.
“Please,” she would whisper every few seconds. “Oh please.” Soft. Breathy. Like a caress along his cock, which was straining against the front of his pants.
She was beautiful. Sensual. Perfect.
Mine.
Time to claim her.
