Chapter 9 #4
I wait for him to withdraw, but he doesn’t.
He adjusts his stance so his legs are bracketing mine.
I can feel his cock in me, no longer a battering ram, but a warm, gently-pulsing weight.
His hands settle on my shoulders and begin rubbing.
He works down my arms. Is he giving me a massage after he dicked me across the room?
It feels like he is. And fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
By the time he unclips the cuffs, although he doesn’t take them off, I’m a limp noodle.
“I’m going to pull out of you now and clean us both up. You still don’t have permission to move unless you’re cramping.”
“I don’t have any muscles left to cramp, sir.”
Mac chuckles. “Okay, bold girl. We’ll put that to the test in a minute. Let your arms relax to your sides.”
My arms slump to the bed without any conscious direction.
Mac rubs my ass as he withdraws. It’s not the yank of a guy who’s done and wants out.
It’s a smooth retraction that lets me close up behind him without feeling abandoned.
Once he’s out, he wipes his wet dick on my ass.
That should piss me off, but it just makes me feel all the more buzzingly, happily used.
Mac moves around for a minute, then starts rubbing something cool and damp over my skin, working down from my shoulders.
I almost protest when he wipes the stickiness off my ass.
Am I insane for liking being his tissue?
Yes, definitely, but that’s nothing new.
This man makes me abandon every ounce of common sense.
He finishes wiping up between my legs and jostles the plug in a way that makes my closed eyes cross. “How’s this feeling?”
At the moment, when I’m wallowing in afterglow, it just feels tingly. “Still green, sir. Green as grass.”
Mac snorts. “That green, huh? Good, because that’s where my cock’s going in about twenty minutes.”
He wants to fuck again? Don’t older guys roll over and go to sleep after they come? “That’s some impressive stamina for a geezer, sir.”
That gets me a hard ass-slap, which, in my euphoric state, just makes me giggle.
“That’s Master Geezer to you, smartass. Get your good leg up onto the bed and roll onto it. I want you on your side. Arms out in front of you so I can clip your cuffs to the rail.”
My bed’s simple—I didn’t have much of a budget when I decorated the apartment—but the metal bedframe has a rail at the head and foot that create ideal attachment points. I’ll admit that’s why I picked the bed. I haven’t been cuffed to it before, though.
“Yes, sir.” I lift my left leg onto the bed and roll up onto it, lifting my head so I don’t dislodge the blindfold as I move.
Figuring he wants me in easy reach of the top rail, I scoot around until I’m lying the right way on the bed, with my head on the pillows and my hands up near the top rail.
That means Mac either has to climb over me or go around the bottom of the bed to get into it with me.
After setting a number of things on the bed and clipping my cuffs to the rail with what feels like a short piece of chain, he chooses the over-the-top route, rubbing his body all over mine and knocking me onto my back.
He plants a hard kiss on my mouth as he rolls over me and like an idiot, I chase it once he gets on my far side.
He slaps my tit lightly, jostling the clamps and making my nipples zing.
“Where’d I tell you to end up?” he growls, but it’s a playful growl.
“On my side, sir, but then you steam-rolled me flat with your man-weight.”
Mac laughs and kisses my ear. “You are such a smartass. Get on your side. I want that ass to know what’s going in it while I give that cunt so many orgasms it taps out.”
Fuck me. Okay then.
Mac messes around with the pillows until he’s got me where he wants me, with my right leg bent and propped high on several pillows, opening my groin to him.
I shiver when the cool air laps at a place that’s normally shielded, but I’m not cold for long.
Mac slides something slick into my pussy.
For a dildo, it’s on the slender side, although it’s long enough to stretch me a little.
I clench around it experimentally and immediately feel a tingle. What’s he put on it?
“Sir, what is that?”
“Ginger oil. Should start warming you up nicely.”
Fuck. Oh, fuck. Ginger oil kills me. It’s worse when it’s in my ass, but in my pussy I’ve got maybe fifteen minutes of sanity before I’ll be begging so hard for an orgasm that I’ll sell not just my first-born but also every child born to my children’s children for the next hundred years.
The dildo’s not thick enough for me to really work against, either. I’m so screwed.
Mac’s heat slides in behind me and he nestles his soft cock between my ass cheeks. It rubs slickly and tingles.
“Sir, did you put ginger oil on your dick?”
That can’t feel good so soon after he’s come.
“I did, but I’m wearing a condom until I’m ready to take your ass. After I’m in, you can beg me for some ginger oil there as lube.”
My eyes roll behind the blindfold again. He’s absolutely slamming all my buttons. “Yessir.”
He chuckles and flicks a switch. An utterly evil hum fills the room. I know that sound anywhere. A Hitachi.
“Sir, I just came. My clit’s kind of sensi-TIVE—” I break off with a yelp when he lands the Devil’s own tuning fork right on my clit. “Fuck, sir!”
He nips my shoulder. “That’s right, girl. I’m fucking you. And I’ll be fucking you when your clit’s so sore you’ll scream if I blow on it. Wanna call me a geezer again?”
No, I do not. I shake my head and his wicked chuckle fills my ear right before he bites it hard enough to make me yelp again.
“It’s on the lowest setting to start,” Mac tells me, although it doesn’t feel like the lowest setting for anything but a jackhammer.
“You get five minutes on each setting until you come. Then I’ll start back on the lowest setting again.
I have a number in mind for how many orgasms I want out of that kitty before I take your ass, but I’m not going to tell you what it is. ”
Fucking Dom. “Sir,” I whimper.
“Come as often as you can, girl. Don’t hold back on me, and I’ll see after a few good screamers whether I’m in the mood to take pity on you, but I wouldn’t count on it, if I were you.”
I don’t, which is good, because he has no damn pity.
The ginger oil heats me inside, ramping me back up.
The vibrator buzzes away on my clit. Mac doesn’t move it around the way I would, just finds a spot that makes me writhe and whimper and positions it there, wedged against a pillow, to pound the soul out of my fucking body.
I somehow make it through five minutes without losing my mind.
He clicks the wand onto the next setting, and I swear the thing rocks not just me but the whole bed.
It’s already making me squeal when he pulls on the chain connecting the murderous nipple clamps, which shoots fucking fire through my tits.
When I howl, Mac clamps his hand over my throat, a hard band across my windpipe.
He doesn’t cut off my air, just gives me the headrush of all headrushes and I go straight over the edge, screaming as my whole body convulses.
Mac rubs his cock up and down my crack with the most freaking evil chuckle I’ve ever heard.
“That’s one, girl. Gimme another.”
I shake my head because multiple orgasms and I are only distant acquaintances, but Mac’s not a Dom to take no for an answer.
He keeps one hand clasped around my throat and with the other, reaches under my leg and pushes two fingers inside me around the baby dildo.
That gives me enough to squeeze down on to throw me right over the edge again.
It’s another full-body orgasm that has me thrashing against the pinion of his hands.
I don’t just see white light; I see fucking galaxies colliding behind the blindfold.
I can’t even scream. I grunt out my pleasure, sounding like some kind of farmyard animal while Mac growls, “Yes, that’s right. Give it to me, girl.”
I pant my way down from the shaking, blinding height. “Puh-please, sir. Lowest setting.”
He chuckles. “That too much for you, bold girl?”
It’s fucking torture now, like bees stinging my clit. Mac clicks the wand off and I feel a second’s disappointment that he wasn’t serious about seeing how many orgasms he could wring out of me. I wasn’t even close to offering him my first-born.
He pulls out the little dildo and the burn of the ginger oil eases. He wipes me with something cool and I figure the pussy portion of the evening is over.
I am so wrong.
I’m just starting to relax when Mac repositions my leg on the pillows and feeds something much bigger into my pussy. The burning tingle starts again immediately as this thing fills and stretches me.
“Sir! Oh, please, slow down, that’s too much.”
“I know it is. Take it, girl. Show me how much you want to give me those greedy holes.”
I do want that. A fucking lot. And I’m oddly impressed that he’s not backing off at all but kicking it up a notch. “Yes, sir. I’ll try.”
“That’s my good girl.” He takes it a little slower as he pushes whatever the bigger thing is into me.
It’s a real stretch and I whimper as he seats it inside me.
There’s a little tugging and then he pulls something around my waist and hip.
I think it might be a dildo belt, because even when I push down against the thing, it doesn’t move.
I feel spread so incredibly open and raw from my orgasms and vulnerable.
It does funny things to my head and before I know it, I’m dizzy and trembling all over and coming painfully on this huge thing breaking my pussy.
“Sir!”
“Oh, that’s it my very good girl. Come all over that monster. I’m going to leave that inside you while I take your ass.”