Chapter Eight
Olivia
I woke up back in bed, and when I opened my eyes, everything seemed different. A heavy feeling crept over me when I realized the masked man was not by my side. I instantly moved my arms, checking to see if I was tied up. I am not. But he is still nowhere to be found. I am curious why.
I am more curious as to why he hasn’t shared his name. The reason he kept his mask on the entire time. Who is he?
My thoughts are interrupted when he enters the room.
He holds a bottle of water that he offers to me, and while I take a sip, I notice that something seems different about him.
I am starting to feel a sense of familiarity again, and I don’t know if it is because of the time we have spent together so far or if I am starting to recognize the strange man.
I still don’t think I know him, but I also can’t ignore the feeling.
“What’s your name?” I press once more.
I don’t get a response this time either.
Instead, he reaches for the wand again, and I shake my head.
I don’t manage to say anything before he is towering over me on the bed.
He takes the water bottle from my hands and places it on the nightstand.
He grabs my hands and locks them back into the familiar set of handcuffs. What did I get myself into?
“Princess, we can talk, or we can play. I would rather play; your sweet mouth is better when moans leave it than when words do.”
Okay, then. I guess we are not talking.
He goes to the chest and returns with a few different items. I am trying to figure out what he is going to do this time, not that I would care.
My limits are nonexistent, and I have always been pretty much into everything kinky, having enough experience already in the lifestyle.
I will admit, the water thing was new. But it would also be a lie to say it wasn’t one of the best orgasms of my entire life. Even thinking about it makes me wet.
I see a metal device that I don’t really know what it does and some cables that end up on some type of controller.
I am not sure about this, but I know it is something else that is new.
I guess tonight is the night of experiments with a stranger.
Don’t be such a slut, Olivia. I can see that he left the wand; that gesture alone signifies that he is respecting my consent and the lack of it just the same.
He attaches the first metal part to my pussy and then two of the cable clamps to the metal thing.
He also partially enters a third part inside me.
My eyes widen, trying to figure out what we are doing.
He takes a different set of nipple clamps and attaches them to me, but this time they connect to the same controller he has for the device on my pussy.
The music is still going on at the party, and I can tell we are not going to be interrupted anytime soon. The thought is helping me relax my body in anticipation of what is to come.
“Do you remember your safe words, princess?” he asks me in a low, rough voice.
“Yes, Sir. Red for stop, green for okay, and yellow to slow down.”
I recite the safe words he had provided for me earlier, knowing well that they are a universal practice for most people in the kinky lifestyle, myself included.
The fact he offered them to me helped me trust him; it showed me that I was in good hands.
It was a clear indication that he was experienced and would make sure I stay safe during this.
“Have you played with electrostimulation before, princess?”
He questions, and it clicks. That’s what this is! Fuck, I haven’t tried this before, but I’ve wanted to do it for so long. This strange man is doing everything I ever fantasized about without even having to ask.
“No, I have not,” I manage to respond, even though I have been getting turned on again, and I am sure my cheeks are flushing red—enough of a clue that this is not something I am used to. I have done the basics of bondage, cuffs, and paddles, but what he is doing to me right now is new.
“Let’s go over some new rules,” he says as he places a ball gag in my mouth. How am I going to use my safe words with this?
“This is necessary since the house is full of people at the moment. I doubt anyone will be able to hear you, but just to be safe.”
I nod; he has a point.
“Remember the safe words from our playtime in the tub?”
He questions again, and I nod yes.
“Good girl. Now, if you want to say stop, you tap three times on the bed frame. One tap for okay, two for slow down.” I nod again. Easy to remember. I can do this.
He takes the controller in his hand and starts messing with the buttons.
“One,” he says, and he turns it to level one. He gets the paddle and hits the side of my thigh. I was wrong. I can’t do this. It feels so good and painful at the same time.
“Two,” the next level comes quickly. Fuck! This is already too much. I moan against the gag, drool dripping from it onto me. I am so close to coming already, and we’ve just started.
I notice he has a smirk on his face before he tells me.
“I forgot to tell you, you are not allowed to come.”
What?! How do you expect me to hold on like this? A loud moan escapes me, even with the gag, and he hits my thigh harder.
“I said. You. Are. Not. Allowed. To. Come.” He repeats, his voice reeking of authority, and my pussy clenches at the sound of it, as if the electricity coming through me wasn’t enough. Fuck you!
“Three.” He announces, my hands gripping the bed frame, and my body arches. I can’t do this. It is fucking torture.
“You are doing so well, princess. Tap!” he instructs me, and I know he is asking to see if I can continue. I tap the bed frame twice. He smiles and messes with the button, the tension going down instantly.
“One,” he announces this time.
He comes closer and strokes my hair. “You are doing so well for me, princess.” He coos at me, his voice so sweet right now that if I wasn’t gagged, tied up, and attached to an electrical current, I would probably think he was the most vanilla person on earth.
“Two,” he says before I can say anything. Okay, I take it back. He is not sweet; he is a fucking asshole.
“Good girl!” He praises me and the tension goes back down again as he announces the next level: “One.” He is torturing me.
Even on level one, the change between the two levels makes me want to come already.
A moan I tried so hard to hold in escapes me.
He chuckles. “Three.” Oh god, no! Why did he skip a level?
My body shakes and I feel the orgasm nearing.
“You can come when I get to one.” He tells me, and I nod, showing him I understand.
“Ten,” he tells me, and the electricity goes down for a moment. While I try to adjust to the lower level, it goes back up again to the highest.
“Nine.” The next number follows, and it stays on the same level until I hear him speak again.
“Eight.” Now we are back on the lower level.
My pussy starts to pulse against the device attached to me and I am biting on the gag, trying to hold on for a little longer.
He smacks my thigh again. “Seven.” And he switches the button to the higher level again.
This is fucking torture. “Six,” the next number follows.
This time the level stays on high as he goes faster.
“Five.” Yes, I got this. So close. Another moan, and I bite the gag harder.
“Four.” Oh my god, count faster, I can’t hold on.
“Three.” Another smack. Please, for the love of god, count faster.
“Two.” The orgasm already starts to wash over me when I hear the last number.
“One.” I scream through the gag, tears dripping down my cheeks as I come hard, clenching on the metal attachment inside me.
“Good girl.”
He tells me before slowing it all the way down and turning it off. He slowly removes the device from my body, which still shakes from the orgasm he gave me. I try to complain when he removes his pants and gets on the bed, noticing his hard cock rubbing against my aching clit.
“Let’s see how many times you can come before I fill that pussy again.” He teases, and with a hard thrust, he is inside me. But this time he doesn’t let me adjust. He fucks me hard and fast, and I am thrusting my whole body against him, chasing my orgasm.
“Good girl. Come for me.” The praise is his type of green light, allowing me to come once again, drooling through the gag as I scream and moan. This is heaven and hell all at once.
“Good girl. Fuck, you feel so good milking my cock.”
My head falls back on the pillow and my eyes close shut, feeling his hard cock slip in and out of me. He is fucking me roughly, making my whole body scream, every single part of me inviting him in. I can’t even put my thoughts in order, the orgasmic fog creeping over me once again.
He chuckles and fucks me harder.
“Already? Good girl.”
I feel him picking up his pace and I know he is close.
He bites my nipple and I feel his cum shooting inside, filling me up.
He falls against my body, his weight not even being enough to keep my body from shaking.
I am sure we will take another break, but then I feel him as he trails kisses from my breasts down my stomach to my pussy.
He grabs both my thighs and secures them on his shoulders.
His tongue flicks on my clit, the sweet sensation making me whimper as he licks his own cum from my pussy. This feels so good.
I am watching him eat my pussy, moaning against my flesh like it is the best thing he has ever tasted.
My taste and his blended together. He puts two fingers inside me and bites my clit just enough for the pain to shoot through my core.
I can’t keep my eyes open; my head falls back on the pillow as they shut close, savoring the sensation he is offering.
Right now, his name has stopped being my concern.
He can be anyone; I don’t care. He can be my worst enemy and I will still let him fuck me stupid.
He is a fucking god. He has the body of one and fucks like one.
He is the one I want to pray to while he eats my pussy every night. I don’t want this to end.
“Be a good girl for me and come.” He tells me, moving his body on top of mine.
He enters me with a hard thrust. I am seeing stars.
This is amazing. I feel his cock stretching me as he thrusts inside me violently, fucking me so hard that I know for a fact I will forget my own name.
My orgasm comes so fast, just in time to feel his cock filling me with cum again.
How is he even doing this? No one has ever managed to make me orgasm so many times in one night.
I can’t think straight. I can’t breathe.
Everything spins in a bliss of euphoria.