Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
Ginni
Iend the livestream. That was a good session in more ways than one. Very satisfying. Ten out of ten, no notes. Would recommend.
Carlo’s softening cock is still mostly inside me. But sadly, it is time to move. I stand up, and sigh at the feel of Carlo leaving me. But Carlo’s cum dribbling out of my stretched hole is a delightful sensation, it’s not a bad consolation.
I turn around, and quickly remove the cock ring. Damaging this magnificent cock would be a travesty.
As soon as it’s off, I glance up at my husband.
His dark eyes are full of fury.
I shiver. My nipples peak. My hands drift up to them and start tweaking, intensifying the sensation. Prolonging it. Savoring it. It is a gift from my Carlo and should be cherished.
Carlo’s heated gaze fixes on what I am doing, even though he is still burning with a dark rage.
“Oh my poor love,” I croon. “I’ve pushed you too far. I’m so sorry.”
He doesn’t answer, but that’s okay. He is rather distracted by my nipples right now. It’s understandable.
I arch so that my very short top rides up, allowing Carlo to fully see what I am doing. His eyes darken and his cheeks flush. He is full of rage and lust. It’s positively delightful.
“You prefer to be in control.” I say. “I understand, I really do. I would prefer for it to be like that too.”
My hands fall down to my sides. Carlo glares at me. I can tell that it’s on the tip of his tongue to order me to continue, and while that would be lovely, I have an even better idea.
I nod thoughtfully. “You are ready.”
His expression turns concerned, but soon he will see there is absolutely nothing to be worried about. Quite the opposite, in fact.
I glide over to the bedside cabinet and retrieve the lube along with the special butt plug. As I hum O Mio Babbino Caro softly, I slather the plug with a generous amount of lube.
Carlo’s eyes are glued to my actions. He can’t look away. I have his full, rapt attention. Some might say he is a captive audience, but they are wrong. Carlo wants to be here, with me. He just doesn’t know it yet.
There, all lubed up and ready. I flash Carlo a happy smile. Then, I move the gloop-covered plug to my hole. My husband is well-endowed, and he was just inside me, so now I’m all open and sloppy with his cum.
Still humming opera, I ease the plug in. The fresh lube mixes with the old, as well as Carlo’s gift. It makes a loud squelching sound as it goes in.
Carlo groans. A deep, manly groan, all the way from somewhere deep in his chest. He immediately bites his bottom lip and looks aghast that he made a sound. My silly man, he should know by now how much I love hearing him. There is not a single thing about him I don’t love.
My humming turns into soft singing as I reach into the drawer and pull out the special handcuffs. Carlo’s eyes widen, and a worry line forms on his brow. He really is the sweetest man alive.
It’s a bit tricky to put the handcuffs on myself, but I manage it. The lock clicks into place with a soft digital beep. Now my wrists are bound together in front of me.
Carlo is staring intently. It’s the most intense look I’ve ever seen on his handsome face.
A happy giggle bubbles out of me as I press the small remote into the palm of his bound hand, and gently close his fingers around it.
I step back and hold my cuffed wrists up for him to see.
“There is a timer on the lock. My own invention.”
Carlo’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline.
“I can’t get out of these. I’m stuck until the timer runs out. And you are stronger than me. Now that you have the remote, I can’t get it off of you.”
I pause. The flow of emotions crossing Carlo’s face is fascinating to observe. He is really going through it as he processes his new situation.
I take in a deep breath and let it out with glee and satisfaction.
“For the next hour, I’m all yours, my love. You are in full control.”
It’s true. With my hands like this, I can’t remove the plug. I certainly can’t wrest the remote control from him now that it’s in his grip. I’m entirely at his mercy.
His eyes gleam. Predatory. Feral and wicked. It’s a look that dances over me and shivers down my spine.
Carlo’s thumb fumbles over the remote. He can’t see the controller, bless him, but he will figure it out soon, I have no doubt.
I yelp as the butt plug in my ass springs to life with very strong vibrations. It’s overwhelmingly intense. Probably because my insides are still all tingly and tender from his cock.
See? I knew he would figure out the remote quickly! He is so impressively clever.
Grinning, I climb onto the bed. I straddle him and rest my cuffed hands on his stomach. It’s only fair that he sees close up exactly what he is doing to me.
I hiss as the butt plug vibrates harder. Carlo’s lips twitch. A faint curl at the corner.
The plug switches from a continuous buzz to a throbbing rhythm. Waves of pleasure instead of a blast of sensation. My lungs stutter through a gasp.
Carlo’s eyes light up.
“You like it slow and steady,” he murmurs. His tone is one of confirming, not discovering.
My soul ignites. It blazes with life and perfect joy. Incandescent and all-consuming. I knew Carlo was my soulmate. He already knows everything about me. He’s been paying attention. Taking notes. This is divine confirmation of everything I hold dear.
My cock is so hard it is leaking. It’s been hard for so long. All through my livestream while Carlo was inside me.
I suppose I could kind of stroke it with my hands cuffed together, but it would be tricky, and more importantly, it would be cheating. And I’m not a cheater.
My hips rock. They roll, moving my ass cheeks over the skin of Carlo’s stomach, and moving the plug inside me.
Carlo grunts. His face is flushed. His eyes bright. My wonderful husband is enjoying this, and that makes me so very proud.
The vibrations inside me surge, they press against that special spot, and my orgasm erupts. Out of nowhere. No warning at all. I whimper through it while my cock paints Carlo’s abs with cum.
I shudder and jerk.
The vibrations don’t ease. They don’t wane, fade or stop. They continue. Steady. Relentless in a devastating rhythm.
I shoot Carlo a pleading look. He grins. Malevolence glowing in his eyes, bringing out all the hazel shades of his iris.
My stomach flips over. My love really does want to assert himself. Take back control. It is only fair after how hard I have been pushing him.
A new wave of sensation crashes over me, leaving me even more sensitive. I throw my head back and wail. My hips are twisting now, trying to get away from the merciless throbbing on my delicate insides.
Suddenly the buzzing slows. My lungs heave, gasping for air, but then I’m crying out as my body is hit anew. The vibrations even stronger than before.
My body bucks and writhes. Helpless mewls pour out of me. Then everything goes white as I cum again. Every muscle in my body locks and goes rigid. It hurts, but it also feels so good.
Dizziness swirls. The vibrations are slow now. Barely there. But far too much for my agitated nerve endings. A tease on my body that wants to calm down. A caress of just enough to keep me squirming, but not enough to do anything else.
“Carlo!” I whimper.
He chuckles darkly. “Why should I listen to you, little menace, when you don’t listen to me?”
It’s a fair point. A very fair point. And an extremely fun one. Carlo taking control is a thousand times better than my wildest and dirtiest dreams. He is a sexy, experienced man. He’s not going to hurt me. I can surrender, submit, and allow him to make both of us feel good.
The buzzing moves to a new beat. Fast. Ruthless. Demanding.
Pain and pleasure are swirling and consuming. I’m sobbing and screaming.
“You’ve got one more for me, little menace. I know you do. Stop fighting it and give it to me.”
An unholy noise pours out of my soul as my balls clench and my cock bounces. Only a dribble comes out.
The butt plug slows to an awful pattern. A long gap of mercy, then an intense blast of brutality.
“Look at me, Ginni.”
I obey, even though I don’t really want to. I’m a mess. Tears, snot, sweat. All hot and flushed. My throat is raw from screaming, and my ass feels like it is on fire.
Carlo’s eyes are luminous. Naked. Exposing his soul. His love for me has never been clearer or more apparent.
He inhales sharply. “You have never looked more beautiful.”
Fresh tears fall down my cheeks. This is so perfect, so magical. There really are no words to describe it.
The handcuffs beep and click loudly. We both flinch.
I stare down at them dumbly for a moment. Is it that time already? Has it really been that long?
The butt plug pulses. I gasp and shudder. Arousal is still swirling through my body and soul.
“Take the handcuffs off,” Carlo says gently.
Numbly, I follow his instructions, and allow the heavy cuffs to fall on the floor with a loud thud that sounds far too final.
“Good boy. Now take the plug out.”
The butt plug falls silent and still. It’s like losing my oldest and dearest friend. This is terrible. Our magical evening can’t be ending already, it’s too soon. And far too long until I’ll be able to orchestrate this again. It takes a lot to get Carlo angry with me, because he loves me so much.
The dead plug thuds on the floor next to the cuffs. It feels like I should say some words, find a fitting eulogy.
“Ginni.”
I look up.
Carlo’s eyes are dark. His mouth set in a stern line.
“Put my cock in your tight little ass and ride me until I pump you full of my cum.”
I blink. My heart thumps. My tummy does a cartwheel. I stare at him a moment to make sure I heard him right. He nods at me with a ‘get on with it gesture’ and I shriek with delight.
This is my new favorite day ever.