Chapter 37 #2
“Remind me.”
“I told you I’d fuck your cunt until you couldn’t take more of me. And then what?”
“Mmh …” I moan as he pushes a finger into the hole he was teasing. “You said—you said you’d finish in my mouth or my ass.”
The cold and hard metal of the plug replaces the warm softness of his finger, and I push against it as he inserts it all the way into me. “This means I’ll be finishing in your ass, Andrea. Do you want that?”
“Yes …” I have gotten so much better at taking him in my ass that anal has become a somewhat regular occurrence during our slexcapades.
“Do you remember what our safe word is?” I nod, too taken by my lust for him to speak. “Say it for me.”
“Pigasus.”
“That’s right. If it becomes too much, if it gets too intense for you, use it.”
“I won’t,” I boldly reply.
His lips meet my shoulder blade, and I guess his smile. “I’m about to push you further than I ever have, Andrea. So don’t be too sure about that.”
His threat loops in my head as he flips me to my back again.
I watch as he gets off the bed with his feline elegance and walks to the drawers to produce a pair of nylon tights.
Holding them, he takes a moment to observe me from the foot of the bed, and given the slickness coating the head of his erection, I can tell the sight is very much to his liking.
His hands wrap around my ankles and tug, making my body slide down while my arms stretch above my head, restricting my movements even more. Fuck, he’s going to wreck me.
As he handles my right leg, I bring the left one closer to muffle the growing need between them.
But as soon as he grabs that one to tie it as well, I realize what he meant.
He doesn’t expect me to use the safe word because he’ll bring too much pleasure.
On the contrary, he’ll deny, and edge, and fucking torture me, watching me writhe and beg, helpless.
Once he’s done, he asks me to tug and see if I’m comfortable. When I confirm that I am, his gaze drops to the wet expanse between my legs. With a hand on each knee, he spreads me even further.
“I haven’t even touched you yet. How are you already drenched?”
“You’re one to talk … You want me so much, you’re dripping precum.”
With a self-deprecating smirk, he looks down at his seeping cock. He reaches for it and slides the tip of his index under his length, gathering the clear liquid that seeps out of his slit.
“You see what you do to me, woman, with your perfect little body and clever tongue?” I nod, enraptured by the sensuality of the moment.
With his eyes planted in mine, he leans over the bed, using his free hand to support himself, and brings his precum-coated index between my legs.
Boldly, he thrusts it inside me, as deeply as it can reach, and spreads it across my front wall, triggering an electric spark that travels up my core to the tips of my breasts.
“There. Where it belongs,” he murmurs.
His finger slips out of me and goes to his mouth instead. My body arches forward in invitation, begging for more than the mild touch he just granted me. But he ignores it and walks to the nightstand instead.
With unfazed assurance, he pulls Idris and Jensen out of it. Oh, shit … He plans on annihilating me.
“Can’t get the job done on your own?” I tease, hoping I can rile him up enough to give up on the torture and fuck me already.
“I’m pacing myself, Andrea. This is a marathon, not a sprint.”
Back in his original position, from where he can see all of me, opened and stretched, he throws Idris on the duvet. The low buzz of Jensen being turned on seems to make the surrounding air vibrate with it. Like a lovely threat, a delicious disaster waiting to happen.
Lex guides it between my legs and settles it in an odd manner. At the first touch of the vibrating silicon right on my clit, I shudder with pleasure and dislodge it. It falls to the side, resting against my thigh.
“Don’t move,” Lex orders, cautiously aligning the toy again.
This time, I contain the shivers when the toy returns. Satisfied with his work, Lex moves back, his eyes locked on the pink toy. Fuck … It’s settled in a precarious balance, standing upright on the mattress and leaning against my clit for balance. If I move even a little, it’ll fall.
“Since you’re being bratty,” he starts with a dangerously low voice, “we’ll play a little game to remind you who’s in charge right now.
” I have to make a conscious effort to understand what he’s saying.
The entirety of my mind is focused on not moving my hips.
“Do you want to hear the rules of the game, Andrea?” I nod, quenching a moan. “Use that pretty tongue.”
“Yes, give me the rules,” I implore.
“I will only start fucking you once you’ve come like this. So, if you want to have my cock inside of you, you’d better stay very still.”
Oh God … I’m not near an orgasm yet, and it’s already hard to remain unmoving. It’ll be impossible not to jolt or writhe as I get closer. And he’s perfectly aware of that. I don’t protest, adamant to do my best and win his little game. My nod makes him smile widely.
I’m surprised when he moves away, then shocked when he grabs an armchair from a corner and nonchalantly drags it to the foot of the bed. He aligns it with my sprawled body and sits on it, an undying smirk lingering on his face. Oh, so he’s ready for it to last a while? I’ll prove him wrong.
My head falls back on the mattress, and I close my eyes, determined to focus every brain cell I have on not moving.
The issue is … the more I focus on not moving, the less I focus on the pleasure.
Which means I could stay like this for hours and still not come.
But whenever I let myself go enough to enjoy it, my body reacts, and the toy falls over.
Four times. The toy falls and returns four fucking times, and I’m growing more and more frustrated. We literally just started. I can’t let him win already.
Lex patiently returns it to its place every time, aware that I can’t win this. If I could press my legs together, even just a little, then I’d not only hold the toy but also bring it harder on my clit. But I can’t. He left me no room to move at all.
That’s why I resort to using the only card I have up my sleeve.
Unmoving, I fake it. I steadily increase my moans, feign the slight jolts in my stomach, and pull on the tie holding my hands together.
Displaying skills that would be worthy of a porn star, I pretend to orgasm, panting and crying, controlling the entirety of my body’s reactions.
My hips even jolt, making the toy fall back onto the sheets. But it’s okay this time. I won.
Quite proud of myself, I hide my wicked smile and pretend to pant instead, recuperating from my climax.
When I look down, I find Lex sprawled back in his chair, his cock so swollen and hard it’s angled up and resting against the curve of his thigh.
One of his elbows is against the armrest, and he has a thumb under his chin while his index finger is over his lush lips.
God, he looks properly edible. I can’t wait for the fuckery to actually start.
He doesn’t move, though, and the room is silent except for Jensen’s faint buzzing. While Lex’s mouth is pressed into a sharp line, there’s a glimmer in his eyes that betrays his inner amusement.
“Who do you think I am?” he asks calmly.
I don’t answer, confused by his question, my brows twitching.
With domineering assurance, he bends forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“I don’t know what sleazy idiots you dated before me, Andrea, but that won’t work on me.
You can’t fake an orgasm with me, because I have extracted too many of those out of you. ”
Ah, fuck … He didn’t buy it. Not even close.
He continues with a smile, very entertained by the situation. “I know exactly what you sound like, how you react, what you look like … That little performance might have been convincing to anyone else, but not me. Actually, it’s offensive that you thought it would work.”
I grimace, letting my head fall back in defeat. Shit, this isn’t good.
Still calm and contained, Lex stands to return the toy to its position. “Please,” I beg.
“You have your safe word, Andrea. You can use it if something becomes too much at any point.”
I bite my tongue, holding back another protest. Some twisted part of me wants to prove to him there’s nothing he can do to me I can’t take.
As torturous as this is, I know how insanely gratifying edging and denied orgasm can be.
All I need to do is last long enough for him to break first. Can’t be so hard, can it?
Lex’s first signs of weakness come during the sixth attempt. The sight must be too much for him, because he begins playing with his cock, leisurely fisting it as he watches the spectacle. Alas, that stimulation is all he needs to keep going.
Me, however …
Eight. That’s how many attempts it takes to break me.
Tears have been flowing down my temples for a while, and I’m trembling all over from the denied orgasm.
I’m so drenched, the fabric beneath me is soaked, and my skin is covered in a veil of sweat.
My clit is a swollen mess, pulsing and sensitive, probably huge and red.
My muscles ache from holding everything back, and my throat is sore from the moans.
I can’t take more. A ninth time would be the end of me.
“Lex, please … Please, please, please,” I beg with a sob.
There must be something in my voice, or in the teary look I give him, or in the way my whole body trembles with ache, that wins him over. He realizes I’ve reached my limit but am too proud to admit it.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” he utters, climbing onto the bed between my parted legs.
Before I can reply, his mouth is on me. I cry out and buck forward as he covers my pussy with his lips and tongue. I’m so fucking sensitive that I explode in ten seconds.