29. Chapter 29
I'd fucked up.
I know it.
But her life was spared and she has more resources. It'll take her a bit to understand how this was a win for her. I'm aware.
I'm patient enough to wait that out, but I'm leaving soon and I've got to do something about the terrifying woman who is rightfully pissed with me.
I may not know every single detail about this woman, but something I do know is that she will never turn down an opportunity to get on her knees for me, and though I mean that in as sexual a way as possible, I don't mean it in any way that diminishes the fierceness that she holds in her heart and in her perception.
Everyone who knows her knows that she is something special, but only I am someone who she feels safe enough to submit to fully.
I don't want her to feel that I'm using it to control her decisions, but I have to make sure that I can keep her, and I want to keep her not on a shelf, not on a leash, but within reach, close enough to me that I can make sure that everything she wants she can have.
And so I do the only thing that I can at this point.
I take Nina.
She's sleeping at her own place tonight, but that won't do. I don't want her to ever think that she has her own place, because it will be our place for as long as I am living.
Obsession doesn't begin to cut it when I've spent the last few months trying to pin her down for something I was completely wrong about. No one is more happy about being wrong than I am.
The small woman who's sleeping soundly on the bed in front of me is not only precious to me, but she's important to my sanity moving forward. I need to be near her to know what she's getting into, and even if I don't agree with it, I need to be able to help her when things ultimately do go awry.
It’s easy to make what I need for to knock her out long enough to get her back to my place without a struggle.
To her the smell would only be sweet in her dreams, though I can’t smell it at all with my mask on.
Holding the cloth to her mouth, it only takes a few minutes for the effects to take place.
At that point, I tie her up and package her over my shoulders, ready for transportation.
This time, I don't bother putting her into a trunk, because I know, one, she will freak out and jump out of my car, but also because she'll be out long enough for me to get her to my place.
When she wakes up, I'm already ready for the scene.
She's freaked out with the gag in her mouth because I don't have time for her smart mouth right now.
I can see her rolling her tongue around the obstruction before her eyes narrow on the space around her to try and categorize where she is.
Muffled sounds come from behind the rubber, and it's then that she realizes that her arms are also restricted.
Strapped into a harness in front of her, so that she is in presenting position until I decide to unlatch any of the hooks from the restraints around her wrists to the restraints around her upper thighs to the restraints that are around her ankles.
It's not proper etiquette to ask for any major decisions like this while someone is in their subspace, but I don't give a fuck. That's the difference, and I might be willing to have a conversation once she wakes up, but for now I'm not available for one.
I'm actually very busy preparing to enjoy this.
The sweet doll in front of me.
I didn't know I had such a sweet tooth, but when it comes to the bubble gum pink woman in front of me, I want nothing more than a taste.
"There's no point in you puttin’ up a fuss," I say. "Right here. That's where you're going to be at until we come to an agreement. Understood?"
She shakes her head vehemently, disagreeing until I bring out the feather. It's not meant to cause pain, but I learned quite early on that she's very sensitive once she's restrained. Little feather toy like this will be her undoing.
I've played a part in many sessions of torture, but I have to say this one will be my favorite.
Starting lightly, I run the feather over her back, making sure to only barely touch her skin.
She shivers.
"If you're good, I'll take off a restraint, but if you're bad, I'll have to add more."
Her eyes dart above her, knowing very much so that I will attach whatever I want to the ceiling. It might be her wrists, or it might be her feet. That's also completely within her control as well.
"Are you gonna be good?"
She's silent, not moving her head, not making any sounds.
"Okay. If you're good, I'll remove the ball gag and give you somethin’ else."
There's a challenge in her eyes, and that's what I love the most.
"Fine," I say, going back to moving the feather over her body.
She does her best to resist, but she can't stay in the proper position.
Once I get to her inner thighs, they're too sensitive for her to ignore, and she buckles, her body falling inward to try and protect itself from the sensitivity, but it only exposes her back to me, which I run the feather over as well.
"Tell me, Nina, are you gonna be good?"
She straightens and nods her head.
“Lie back,” I direct, giving her as much help as she needs. She’s quiet as I look over the feast in front of me. Her pussy is spread wide, wet and throbbing for something more.
From the foot of the bed, I grab another one of my recent purchases and her eyes grow large.
A pink part gleams from the end of the shiny plug meant for her sweet ass.
It’s still cold as I use her abundant arousal to coat the toy.
She clenches over nothing, letting more of it drip onto the toy.
I use my finger to gather what’s left and prepare her tight ass to take this plug.
Nina moans but doesn’t resist and the now warmed plug begins to push deeper into her.
“That’s it, doll,” I coo, “Take all of this plug for me. You can do it, can’t you?”
I lean over her body, watching her face as more of the plug slips in. Her eyes are alight on mine as the widest part finally slips in and she's clenching the heart base of it into place.
She squeezes her eyes closed as I test the resistance of the toy. I doesn’t come away easily as her whimpering increases with me pulling against it.
“So perfect, doll,” I praise, rising up to help release the gag in her mouth.
The first thing that she says is, "What is that?"
She's talking about my boot. On it are several straps of their own that obviously are not a part of keeping the shoe on my feet. I had her open this package the last time she was here. She’d used the wrist restraints, but this, she hadn’t seen yet.
"Oh," I say. "You want to know what this is."
She rolls her eyes, which earns her another stroke to her inner thighs with my feather.
My eyebrows rising, “Well, I'll tell you what it's for, or I could just show you.”
No hesitation before she nods, saying, “Show me.”
“Here. Get up." I help her onto her feet.
She stands for only a moment when I reach for what I'm looking for, the vibrating wand that this harness was made for. With a few quick movements, it doesn't take much time for me to buckle it into place and then turn it on.
She looks down at my boot and then back at me.
"Come here."
Hesitant at first, there she is, squatting over my foot. I hold her by her wrist restraints and ease a little bit of the pressure as she lowers herself onto the wand.
"I could help you and let you get off whenever you want, but let's consider this a bit of a tap out. How about that? If you can last, then I'll let you choose whatever answer you want, but if you don't, you'll have to go with the answer that I have."
She pouts, willing to play even when she doesn’t know the game. “But I don't even know what the question is."
"That's fine. You'll have to pick an answer right now anyways. Yes or no."
I've got to be a man of my word, but since she doesn't know what I'm going to ask her, I'm hoping that she will answer in the manner I need her to.
"No," she says tentatively, just as I expected her to. What is a brat if not objecting to everything on principle?
"Okay," I say, releasing my hold of her restraints, so that she has to put most of her weight on the vibrating head.
At first she's having fun.
It's a good time.
All of the emotions of her pleasure coursing through her veins, and it is too good.
My dick is already hard, but there'll be a time for it, and now it's not that time.
She starts running her mouth, feeling confident. "I didn't realize I was getting only treats today," she says. "I guess I have been a good doll, huh?"
Trusting me completely, she’s no longer worried about me taking her or the question I posed earlier. Good. She's still talking her shit until she realizes that I control the strength of the wand. I take the remote from my pocket and press it twice.
Her eyes widen as the intensity of the wand increases, and she is starting to get overly sensitive. I can see her climax approaching and approaching fast. It doesn't look like she'll even be able to hold on as it rips through her and continues to pulse over her sensitive clit.
With how she is restrained right now, she can't get out of it.
She can't even reach for me, so that I can help her off of the stimulation. She's trying to think of what she can do to get away.
The only thing would be to fall backwards, which would only push the plug in deeper into her body, and I don't think she's ready for that yet either.
Her pussy is dripping and dripping and dripping, but I didn't aid her in lubricating this plug, so as it sits at her entrance, she doesn't know which way to turn.
"Vert," she says, her voice shaking. "Please, please, please."
She begs for what, I'm not sure.
For more?
For less?
Does she want to be more filled, or does she want to be released from the sensation? My guess is on the latter more than the former, but I pretend that I don't know what she's asking for.
Raising my foot, I take that choice from her, the heart of the plug pushing upward to meet the vibrating of the wand.
Her body goes limp as a second orgasm rolls through her. With tears rolling down her face, her eyes never leave mine. Even without being told, she knows that I need her eyes on me at all times.
Nina’s beautiful like this.
She’s always beautiful but right here, two orgasms down and bearing down for a third, I can’t take my eyes off of her.
I don’t give her the satisfaction of a third one, removing my boot and grabbing her by the waist. At the change in position, she wraps her arms around my neck.
The restraints press against the back of my neck but I don’t mind it.
Especially not when her hot cunt is leaving a messy trail of her over my fly.
She’s desperate to get that orgasm that I denied her.
“Lookin’ for somethin’?” I ask when her frown deepens at my inhibition. She grinds on my pants once more, realizing that I’m not going to give her what she’s desperate for right now.
“Vert?”
“Doll?”
“I need you,” she blinks up at me with pleading, innocent eyes. “I need your big dick. Need it—”
I stop her begging with a few taps to the heart crystal that I know is gleaming proudly from her ass right now. She gasps, attempting to bear more weight down on the toy before I remove my hand. “I already plugged you up. Is that not enough?”
“No,” she pouts.
“Well, how much can a doll take? This is already a pretty big toy in your ass.”
Her smirk is well earned and too smug to not give her what she wants. But I need to hear her say it anyway.
“A doll can take everything,” she says dutifully, rubbing over my length again. She’s making a mess and she doesn’t care. Never did. Not when it’s getting her what she wants.
Her words do something to me and she knew they would.
Quickly, I unzip my pants and pull my dick out, wasting not a drop of the precum that’s sliding down my shaft. Stroking myself twice I notch the head at her entrance. “Show me how much, doll.”
She loosens her legs from around my waist to take my head.
Wide eyes grow hazy as she feels my head rub over where the plug in her ass is full with in her. “Breathe, baby,” I say, resisting the urge to pound into her immediately. Gritting my teeth, I continue sliding in deeper.
Her warm breath fans over my collarbones, tits pressed tight to my chest, and shaft being strangled by her snug heat. The feeling of the plug sliding against me is delicious and tempting but I have to take it slow.
“Vert, please,” she begs, her legs quivering around me as she tries to stay in place for me to finally, finally sit flush within her.
“I know, I know,” I say. “Need you to adjust first,” I murmur into her neck, leaving kisses and allowing her a break from the eye contact. Her head falls back when I bottom out and her clit rubs of my pubic bone and the hair there.
“A doll is ready. I’m—” she whimpers when I pull out only to thrust up hard. Her body bearing against my own when she slides back down the full length of me.
“Yes,” she cries, a thin sheen of sweat beginning to glisten along her curves. Running my tongue over her shoulder, I’m free to pump her more and more full of me. “Yes, please, I’m so close…” she whines.
My hands grab on to both her ass cheeks, spreading her open even farther so that the plug can move more freely as I thrust into her wet depths.
The silken slide of her around my dick, has my balls drawing up and I don’t know how much longer I can keep giving her my full length when I want to fill her where she most ached for fulfillment.
“Tell me what a doll needs.”
She blinks, barely able to focus on me again as she constricts me more and more.
“Does a doll need to come?”
“Ah,” she cries, tears still running down her chin. “You’re— You feel so good. Damn.”
I kiss the moisture away. Praising her for gripping me so tight, for staying so full.
My spine is tingling with the need to come, but I’m patient as her cries grow silent.
“Tell me, doll. You comin’? Come all over this dick, baby,” I encourage and she does.
She trembles, cum dripping and sliding down my thighs to my pants.
I’m right there behind her, desperate to give her every ounce of this nut until I can’t anymore.
My stroke gets uneven and jerky as I find my own release. My vision whites out as each spurt of me gets driven into her deeper and deeper.
For a moment, I just holding her close to me. Our hearts thrumming in tandem with each other as we catch out breath.
“Doll?”
“Hmm,” she says, sleepy and satiated.
“How long is it gonna take you pack?”
“What,” she's now slightly more awake than before. “Pack for what?”
I brush some of her hair from her face as I lie her on the bed to remove her restraints.
“My question earlier.” Her eyes fully open now, brows pinched as she tries to remember what I’m talking about.
“My question that you answered ‘no’ to was: Are you staying in Atlanta when I go back to Louisiana?”