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Levy grabbed my tit with the other hand, pinching my nipple and tugging it. God, it hurt so much. She’d made me sensitive by sucking my breasts. Now my nipples were red and raw and every time she yanked one a big sound built inside of me. It was trapped in my throat just now, but it was coming. Coming.
“The customer’s waiting,” she said. “She’s gonna be so fucking mad she’ll find a manager and tell ’em what a bad girl you are.”
Stealing the vibe away from my cunt, Levy turned up the power and whacked me with it, square in the clit. I winced, but I wanted more.
She held the vibe against my clit, and I struggled to get away from it. I couldn’t of course, but the pulse was too strong to bear. I tried folding in on myself, but that didn’t work. I was bound open. I couldn’t close.
“Customer’s gonna tell the boss you should be fired.” Levy whacked me in the cunt again, and followed that with a slap—her hand on my tits. The sting of it coursed through me and I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. “Boss’ll come looking, find you strung up in the basement with a massager hanging out of your cunt. You’ll be speaking in tongues, me long gone, you strung up and desperate.”
My mind was melting, and still I said, “That thing would never fit inside my pussy.”
A challenge.
Levy didn’t play any more word games with me. She just slid the vibe down and pressed it up against my slit. My pussy was too tight for that thing, and still I wanted it to fill me. I wanted the vibrations inside of me.
“Ain’t gonna work, little girl.” Levy pushed regardless, and my pussy lips spread wide. The vibrations were everywhere. I could feel them in my asshole, even though nothing was touching it. I could feel them in my toes.
I looped my fingers back around the cage, clinging to the wire. “Fuck me. Put it in. Do it.”
Levy eased the massager up into my slit, but she was daintier about this than she’d been with anything else. Constant pressure. My cunt was so slick, the vibrations so severe, that I thought we just might get there.
She twisted it this way and that, and my pussy hugged that thing, sucking it in. I wanted it. I wanted it. My legs were spread. Little resistance. I told my pussy to be good, be nice, let the big bad toy inside, and by some miracle it worked. The bulbous head entered my cunt and my pussy lips closed around it.
Levy turned the vibrations up to maximum, and I lost it. My whole body was a vibrator, running from within. I rattled the cage, screaming as I bucked back and shook. Fuck, I couldn’t move. So much blood had drained from my hands I could hardly feel them, but I could sure as hell feel the cable ties biting into my flesh. I felt like I was being electrocuted. I could hardly open my eyes, but when I did I saw Levy smiling like the cat that got the canary. She could resist all she liked, but she wanted this just as much as I did.
“You’ve had enough,” she said, when my knees buckled and I couldn’t recover.
“No, no, no!” I tried to right myself, but it was just impossible. I looked down at my skirt pulled up, my panties pulled down. The white massager hung like a cock between my legs, trailing a white cord attached to an orange extension. I could hardly believe this was happening. “No, I want more. I can take more.”
Levy worked the bulb head slowly from my cunt, blowing cool breath against my clit all the while. When it was out of me, the relief was as tangible as anything I could hold in my hand. Levy stared at the gloss of my cunt coating the vibe. She turned it off and then set it to my lips, pressing until I opened them and licked my own pussy juice from the toy.
“That’s good,” Levy said in a lullaby voice. “Good girl.”
When she cut me down, I fell against her and she struggled to grab something soft to kneel on—a plush, toy department hippopotamus with one eye missing.
Levy stayed there on the floor with me and let me lean my weight against hers. My hands got pins and needles, and I shook them out but they hurt like hell.
“You think your customer’s still waiting?” she asked.
“What customer?”
“You came down to ask about a fishing rod, said you had a customer. Unless you were making that up.”
I laughed. “No, that was true. But I’m sure she’s left by now. Hey, maybe I will get fired!” The thought enlivened me somewhat.
Levy pulled a box of mini–chocolate bars off her shelves and tore one open for me. I tried to grab it, but my fingers hadn’t come back to life yet, so she fed it to me bite by bite. I’d never felt so cared for in all my life.
“I’d miss you if you were gone,” Levy said. She ate some chocolate, too, and my belly warmed with sugar and compliments. “It’s my favorite part of the day, you know, when you slide down those stairs in your pretty little outfits and your big-ass shoes.”
I bit my lip but couldn’t keep the laughter inside. She pulled me close on the plush hippo and we ate chocolate together.
“You’re my favorite part of the day, too,” I said, though I was pretty sure she knew it already. “You’re my favorite part of life.”
The customer might have been waiting until the store closed for the night, but I would never know. I spent all that time gorging on chocolate and flirting with Levy, locked away in the cage of her subterranean lair.
BOUND BY SIGHT
J. Sinclaire
