57. Arabella
57
Arabella
I s it possible to die from excessive edging? The problem is, I’ve been doing it to myself. Not once, since we’ve been in this room, has he reminded me I’m not allowed to come without his permission.
Instead, he’s been taunting me.
Testing me.
Pushing me to break the rules.
This is what he wants. It’s what I asked for and I wouldn’t allow myself to take it. I see it all so clearly now, even in my lust drunk haze.
This is a lesson.
Dropping the chain, I let out a loud, guttural moan, “Fuck, Daddy. I’m coming. Oh my fucking god.”
Shit. The machine is no longer fucking me, I’m fucking it. I can’t stop myself as I take my pleasure with wild abandon, and I hear the moment he stops stroking that gorgeous cock of his, behind me, like he promised.
The prolonged orgasm pulls from my spent body and I hear him digging around in the toy chest. From the corner of my eye, it looks like he’s got a flogger hanging loose from his fingers. He begins striking me, lightly across my back and ass. It's not a stingy pain. It's more dull and heavy. I need more.
“Mmmmm,” I moan loudly. “Please Daddy, harder.”
“That's a good fucking girl for telling me what you need.” The flogger lands with a hard thud against my sweat soaked skin. “I’ll give you anything you want, for the rest of our days. All you have to do is ask.”
I peer at him as he pulls back to put some weight behind each swing. The falls swoosh as they cut through the air and connect with my skin in the most delicious way. He’s so beautiful. “Your wants and needs aren’t a measure of your worth.”
“You.” Swoosh . “Are.” Swoosh . “Enough.” Swoosh .
My chest heaves, and I’m no longer able to hold back the emotions that have been threatening to push through and I start to sob. I’m not upset. I feel free for the first time in my life. Like the weight of every single burden I carry is being lifted from my shoulders with every swing. My entire body feels weightless, like I want to live in this moment with him, forever.
I came without permission the first time and now I’m coming again, partly from the pain and partly because my nervous system is overwhelmed beyond recognition.
He tosses the flogger to the floor, then reaches around my sweat soaked body, holding me. “Take a deep breath, as best you can,” he says gently. He’s been so firm with me, but there’s a gentleness to his voice that wasn’t there a few moments ago.
I can barely take the deep breath he’s asking for, but I try… for him. On an exhale, he grabs both clamps and quickly removes them from my nipples in one swift movement. The blood rushes back, creating a blissful sting that shoots straight to my already engorged clit.
“Ahhhhh,” I yell. I seriously hope they soundproofed these rooms, or people will think he’s legitimately hurting me in here. He is hurting me, but he’s also tearing down every wall I ever built around my heart in the process. I love every second of the pain he gives me, so much it takes me all of four seconds before I’m fucking myself aggressively into another orgasm and the sounds of my release fill the room.
I’m still riding the wave of a very intense orgasm when he hoists me off the still moving dildo, causing me to gasp at the loss.
“Please tell me you’re about to fill me up, Daddy. I feel so empty.”
“Lean forward and stay on your hands and knees for me.” He places a quick kiss at my temple before pulling the sybian away and shoving it off to the side.
My pussy is sore and swollen after being fucked by a literal machine, but I need the real thing. I’m pretty sure I earned it. I turn my head and am thankful to see he never put his dick away, and it’s still rock hard, ready to go. Seeing my man, stroking himself and ready for me, has my cunt eager to come all over again.
I know he wants me to tell him what I need, so I lock my eyes with his. “What are you waiting for Daddy? You promised me your cock. I’m waiting.” It feels so fucking good to say it. He must like it too, because his eyes widen with lust and need.
Kneeling behind me, he pushes my head to the floor and lines his cock up with my slick entrance.
“I did promise you my cock, but you’ll take it how I want to give it.” He thrusts his entire length into my swollen cunt in one swift motion causing me to groan at the sudden pressure. “And you’ll fucking love it.”
He pounds into me, hard and fast. “Better come while you can, sweet girl. I spent so much time torturing you, this isn’t going to take long.”
And just like that, I’m coming again.
“Ah,” he grunts. “I can feel your tight cunt squeezing my fucking cock.” I spasm tightly around him, as his heavy balls slap against my sensitive clit. “You’re going to take all of my cum in this tight hole of yours. If you weren’t on birth control, I’d fuck a baby into you so goddamn fast.”
I’m not sure why he said it, but I also don’t fucking care. I never thought I’d want kids because I never thought I had what it took to be a good mother. Hearing him tell me something so intimate and raw has me imagining it’s true. I envision my belly growing with his child and him being the amazing father I know he’d be.
Emotions flood my senses as I start pistoning my hips, fast and hard against his pelvis, relentlessly fucking his cock. My grunts and groans, combined with his, are so erotic I can’t hold off any longer.
“Don’t stop fucking my cock, baby. I’m gonna come,” he commands.
“Please Daddy. I need your cum,” I plead and then he’s coming… hard, slamming into me one final time.
I look over my shoulder and his eyes are closed. When he opens them, his soul is bared to me. We’re both out of breath and it’s at this moment, I realize I need to tell him–
“I love you.”