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Quill’s focus returned to her clit, rubbing the swollen bud until she arched again and came for him.
He massaged her breasts. Each one fit neatly inside his large hands as if she’d been designed specifically for him to fondle. He sucked each nipple into his mouth until they hardened into points. She arched toward him, pulling against the restraints that held her wrists tight over her head.
He stroked the side of her face. “I love how you respond to me.”
She whimpered in reply. He was right. So much had happened in such a short period. And he’d spent more time isolating her or sharing her or punishing her than anything else. She hadn’t known what pleasure from his hand would be like.
She could finally empathize with the women who’d been lured into his bed.
She’d thought surely he must be a selfish lover from the way he’d denied her. But now, the careful attention he paid to each inch of her body unsettled everything she’d believed until this point. No truth ever stayed bolted down for long with Quill. There was always a new layer to pull away. Some of them made her hate him, and some of them only made her want him more.
A desperate mewling sound left her mouth when he pulled away from her. Moments later, she heard buzzing. He pressed the vibrator against her nipples as if to give her a sense of it. It had a small rounded tip, meant to stimulate externally only. She found herself disappointed it wasn’t something larger—something meant for penetration. She needed a full thick cock so much she was practically salivating for it.
With the blindfold covering her eyes, the only images she could see in her mental field of vision were dicks and phallic-shaped objects. It was like a sexual acid trip. She didn’t feel real. Nothing felt real except the need.
He moved the vibrator between her legs, dragging the tip over her labia, circling back each time to her clit, then away, then back. Driving her insane. Which was probably his intent.
She might need regular psychotropic medication just from her interactions with him.
When he allowed her to come again, the sounds emitting from her throat were nothing short of a primal scream.
As soon as her orgasm ran its course, he went back to the box. She tensed when she heard the rumbling of the search, still not convinced pain wasn’t coming. Maybe he’d lulled her into a false sense of safety with plans to rip her out of it more violently later.
First a gasp, then a deep moan left her as a hard glass dildo started moving in and out of her. She was so wet by now that it made an embarrassing sloshing sound.
“Yes, youshouldblush,” Quill said. “Such a filthy sexual animal. You may as well be rutting in a cornfield somewhere.”
And those words.
Those fucking evil words just made her wetter and hotter for him. And he knew it. There was no mistake as the sound grew more intense. She lifted her hips trying to gain deeper penetration. It was smaller than the toy from his office, which only made her want his cock instead of this lesser substitution. And she was sure he knew that. She was convinced by now that he knew everything.
Slowly in. Out. In. Out. Like yogic breathing or gentle waves beating the shore at low tide. He pulled another orgasm from her this way... a deeper one, one that erupted from inside and flowed outward. When he touched her clit, she wanted penetration. When he penetrated her, she wanted him to touch her clit. He alternated back and forth between the two forcing her body to accept orgasm over and over in whichever way he chose to deliver it.
He never told her how many times he’d make her come. She never asked him to stop because he always switched the stimulation to a less sensitive area long enough for her to recover.
Suddenly something hard and plastic prodded at her mouth.
“It’s water. Drink. You’re going to fucking dehydrate at this rate.” As if this were her fault.
Saskia gratefully drank down the water as he tipped the bottle back for her.
When she was finished, he went back to the vibrator, focusing it in intense circles in exactly the right spot. She was on the edge again when he stopped, and the buzzing stopped.
She squirmed, shamelessly humping the air. “Please...”
He removed the blindfold. Was he done with her? What about his needs? She could now see the impressive erection straining against the fabric of his pants. She couldn’t believe how badly she wanted it inside her.
“Please, Quill... please fuck me... I need...”
He froze. “What did you just call me?”
“I’m sorry, Master.” Saskia looked away, sure her face must be bright red. She couldn’t believe she’d called him that out loud.
He chuckled, an amused sparkle in his eyes. “That’s fucking adorable, but it’s your last slip-up. You absolutely can never call me that in public.”
“Y-yes, Master.”
“So that’s the version of me you’ve settled on. That’s who you see me as in your head. I suspected it would be. It’s the only way any of this can be okay for you isn’t it?”
