Chapter 13 #2
“You are doing so well, pet…” Morrigan growled, her fingers moving in me, her index finger joining the middle to give me a satisfaction of fullness.
It was so good , and all I wanted to do was scream and let loose, something I didn’t even really do much of when I was allowed to, but the command to stay pent up and silent just fueled a need to do it that I had to keep pressing it down to avoid losing this chance to come.
“Darling…” she swept her free hand across my forehead, batting away a few stray curls that had fallen into my eyes, “you’re burning up…I can see this is taking such a toll on you. Is my touch just too intense for your needy little pussy?”
I shook my head vigorously and gulped, hoping non-verbal communication didn’t break the rules of the challenge.
“Emma…” Wendy wrapped her hand around my wrist, tugging on my arm gently.
This little love bombing double team they did was all too effective, even for someone who could endure it.
“It’s OK…Mistress Morrigan is very intense, and I’m sure having her fingers pumping inside of your tight pussy is just a lot for you…
” Wendy’s hand wandered up my arm and went to my right breast, her fingers sinking into the flesh, small pinpricks of pleasure moving downward until they reached my nipple.
“You know you want to just let it out…don’t you?
” Wendy punctuated the last bit with a firm squeeze on my nipple that brought me as close to yelping in pleasure as I could possibly get without going over the edge.
I had been tortured before, edged before.
I liked having my limits tested, but this right now was something on a higher level than usual.
When I did things like this with women I’d spent so much time with, shared so much love with, my body just wanted to release all that tension and give in…
and a lot of the time, that was exactly what was needed of the moment.
If this was a random domme toying with me to get me off, endurance would have been trivial.
But, when this was happening at the hands…
and fingers…and mouths…of women I truly loved, it became all that much more challenging.
“Oh, you are so close, aren’t you?” Morrigan purred. She took my earring into her mouth and tugged down on it gently, then flicked her tongue against the lobe. “I don’t need to hear moaning to know when a woman is about to go over the edge, Emma, your body is telling me already.”
Morrigan kept her face pressed against mine, her mouth an inch from my ear, as she pressed her fingers in further, as far as they would go.
She panted at the exertion, her breath raspy and eager.
She loved how this was making me feel, how much pleasure she was overloading me with.
Despite my resolve, I think I even let out a half of a strangled moan for just a moment, but it seemed to go unnoticed, thank god.
“Do you want to come for me, Emma?” Morrigan said.
I nodded firmly, keeping my eyes open so she could see the desire in them.
“And you think you’ve been quiet enough to deserve to come on my fingers?”
Another nod, my body screaming internally, her fingers filling me, her thumb circling my clit.
“Well, dear…you know how I said this wasn’t punishment? How I was going to subvert things, and just let you come as long as you followed the rules?” She said.
My body was a wound spring, the tension nearly unbearable, my orgasm right on the edge, but Morrigan’s expertise was such that she knew how to not push me over.
“I’ve had a change of heart, I’m sorry to say.” Morrigan said, her face turning from gleeful demon to placid ice queen in an instant. I felt her fingers slide out of me, my body so ready to go but unable to. Morrigan had made me come so many times, she had played this perfectly.
I stayed quiet. This could also be a test to get me to break her rules. God, I fucking loved these mind games.
“Oh…wow…” Morrigan held her hand up, the pads of her fingertips puckered from the wetness, a milky strand hanging between them.
I didn’t know it was possible for me to get that wet, damn.
“You’ve made quite a mess here, darling Emma.
” Morrigan kept her hand aloft and ran her tongue along the top of her middle finger, licking up some of the wetness, but barely capturing any of the coating that was now running down her hand to her wrist. “A rather delicious mess, though…”
I wasn’t given permission to talk yet, I wasn’t given permission to talk yet. I had to stay in the game…this was all her plan, her fucking devilish plan that was going to send me beyond the limit. But it was so fucking difficult.
“Would you like to use that mouth to clean me up, sweetheart?” Morrigan offered her fingers to me.