Chapter 24 Adaela #4
“Fucking make me, Vada,” I was toeing a thin line here, but I needed to know she could handle me. I knew she could, but I needed more than just words at this point.
With no warning, Vada pulled hard on the clamps, yanking them off my nipples.
As the blood rushed back, the sting was almost excruciating, and I almost screamed out in actual pain before she bent down to suck hard on my nipples again to help ease it.
She quickly untied both my arms and legs, rubbing both to help bring circulation back to my limbs.
I thought, with disappointment, that I just ended our scene—before she lifted me up and forced me onto my hands and knees, crawling up on the bed behind me.
I peeked back at her to see a slight frown on her face. “How’re you feeling?”
I checked in with myself. “The bag is a bit uncomfortable, but I’ll survive.”
“Good. Tell me if or when it’s too much.” She pushed my head down on the bed, holding it there. “I’ve been waiting to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
She grabbed something out of her backpack before hopping up on the bed, and I wiggled my ass in anticipation. “Is that a devil’s tongue?”
“We’re going to see how much you can take, sweet girl. You want to run your mouth; I’ll see how much of a pain slut you really are,” she responded with a gleam in her eyes.
I forgot for a moment that she may not have experience with orgasms herself, but she must have had thousands of years’ experience in kink.
She had the wickedest whip I could think of in her hand.
It was the same dark blue as the cock she was wearing, with a thick strap of leather that tethered down into a small tongue-like shape.
This was going to suck, but I also realized I trusted her enough to not go too far.
Resigned to my fate, I moved back into position and waited out her brutal form of sadism.
She began warming up my ass and sit spots with slaps, slowly building in intensity until I was crying out. I couldn’t tell if it was from pain or from pleasure as the warmth built across my skin. I began to relax into the pain, and she slowed her spanks down.
“There she is, my good little pain slut,” she purred.
Her fingers slightly made contact with my center as she checked to see how wet I was before pushing three fingers deep with no warning.
I whimpered, relaxing further into the bed while the endorphins began working through my system.
My body was almost limp as the first strike from the tail made contact with my skin, the sound hitting my ears first before I shrieked as hot magma arched across my ass and into my lower back.
Vada pulled her fingers out of me, placing her hand on the small of my back to keep me in place.
My muscles that were languid only moments before were tight again.
“Holy fuck,” I kept chanting, waiting for the pain of the whip to ease back into pleasure pain.
“Shh, sweet girl. Color?” she asked me.
“Green,” I replied, the pain starting to morph in my head, finally ready to take more. “Please, sir, I need more.”
She chuckled. “I knew there was a pain slut in there somewhere.”
This time when she struck, I was more prepared for it, but the pain was just as hot, lighting my entire body on fire.
I spent a couple seconds breathing into the pain until it morphed into happy chemicals.
Vada entered me again with her cock as the next strike came, and she held on to my hips so that I couldn’t move away from the pain, digging her fingers into the spot she had just struck.
I groaned into the mattress, helpless to her whims.
Vada didn’t take it easy. She set an extremely rough pace, hitting me with that devil’s tongue occasionally, until my body craved the next strike.
I was jelly in the mattress, unable to determine if I’d ever be able to move from this spot again.
Vada had built me up and brought me down so many times that I was unsure if I’d even be able to come at this point.
I was at her command. Tears were streaking down my cheeks, but I didn’t bother to try wiping them away.
I spent the next several minutes floating on clouds until I heard the whip drop off the side of the bed. I maneuvered my head so that I could see my girl again. She was smiling at me.
“You did so fucking well. That’s the good girl I was waiting for,” she said finally. “I want you to come when you feel like you’re ready. Can you do that for me?”
I lazily nodded, my head weighing more than the rest of me.
I was sure my pupils were blown and the smile on my face was ridiculous, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Vada grabbed onto my hips and slowed her thrusts, but didn’t change the strength in which she was driving into me.
By slowing down her thrusts, she angled the cock at just the right direction to hit my G-spot.
My breathing picked up again, and I began pushing my hips back against her thrusts as I groaned low. “I’m so close, baby. Please, can I come?” I asked her.
Vada reached down to once again rub my clit in quick, tight circles. “Come for me, Adaela.”
I detonated, and Vada fed. The lights behind my eyes went bright, then I breathed through every rhythmic clench around the dildo that Vada was slowly thrusting in and out of me.
I felt my energy wane as my entire body went limp.
As Vada fed energy back into me, I was completely sated.
I giggled when Vada pulled out, crawling over to lay next to me with the strap still on.
She held me as if I was the most precious thing to her.
In her arms, I was the safest I’d ever been.
After a few minutes of laying in her arms, I finally lifted my head. “Thank you, baby. That was ridiculously fun,” I said, stars in my eyes.
She smiled. “I should thank you. You’re a whole meal in more ways than one.” She kissed me softly, and I wrapped my arms around her, returning her kiss.
We spent the rest of the dream chatting about nothing and fucking each other’s brains out until both of us were completely spent.
It was the best night of my life, even if it was just a dream I never wanted to end.
This was much better than any reality, and something I would fight like hell to make sure we never lost if we could get past this fucking war.