54. Eden #2
I push my legs further apart, and his eyes darken. I glow from his reaction, and I spread open a fraction more to see if I can make it happen again.
It does. “Fuck. Three weeks without the sight of you bare and open for me. Waiting for me to fill you. I don’t know how I made it, Rosy.”
Me either.
“No more delays.” He picks up my gift from the coffee table, and stalking over to me, he kneels and places the vibrator over my clit. I don’t feel anything yet, since it’s off, just the touch of the device and the brush of his hand as he holds it.
“We’re testing it first. We’ll do the low setting tonight. Remember your safe word, beauty.”
“Yes, Sir.”
After my reply, he reaches for his phone with his free hand.
“I’m going to hold the toy in place and run it with the app. The test is starting…now.”
Three taps later, the toy comes alive, suctioning right on my clit.
Ahhhh. The sensation is immediate, like it’s tugging right on my sensitive nerves there. Potent pleasure shoots through me. He hasn’t told me to stay quiet, which is a good thing because: “Oh my God.”
Tap. The sucking feeling stops. “Excellent.” A slight smile is detectable on his face. “No safe word or yellow, Rosy?”
I shake my head no. Flicking his eyes from my core to my face, the smile widens. “Time to play, then. Do you see the countdown clock on the TV?”
I turn my head over a couple of inches. The timer on the show says seven minutes and seventeen seconds. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re going to be a very good girl for me for that entire time.” His promise of praise makes me focus. “We’re going to practice for the big countdown. I’m going to turn on your gift for ten seconds each time, and you, my Rosy, are not allowed to come. These are just dress rehearsals.”
His command washes over me. I will not come.
“You will only come when the final ten-second countdown is done and it’s midnight.”
I will not come until midnight. “Yes, Sir.”
“My perfect girl.” He rolls the vibrator in his palm. “I did my research, and apparently the average time to orgasm with this particular model is two minutes. So you’ll have to work hard at obeying.”
Oh. I can almost feel a shadow of the aches, the desperation, that may come when I have to fight off my orgasm. But pleasing him, complying—I already know the joy will be much bigger.
I’ll do it, as his good girl. That thought alone sends tingles through my core.
His hand adjusts so the vibrator is in the right position. “First practice starts now, beauty.” Tap.
The sucking feeling comes back, full force. The magic toy between my legs pulling at me in rhythmic waves, pleasure in their wake. My body arches of its own volition, overcome by the sensation.
As promised, he starts counting down: “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven…”
Like during the test, my clit takes over my focus at first. It feels so good…but I recenter myself after a few seconds. The pleasure is there, but I let myself experience it absent the goal of an orgasm.
“…Two. One.”
Tap. He withdraws his hand holding the vibrator.
I sink into the couch, echoes of the stimulation from the toy still reverberating through my clit. Connor’s studying me, a broad grin on his face.
“You did so well. I can’t even tell you how much I enjoyed that.”
I glow at how pleased he is. My Sir.
“We’ll take thirty seconds off before the next one.”
I need every bit of those thirty seconds for the pleasant ache to fade…but the seconds go fast. Before I know it, he says, “Next round coming.”
Tap. The sucking feeling returns right on my nub, intense and so good. This time I inch closer to an orgasm, but it’s not a fight yet to stay out of danger.
Connor counts down out loud again. “Three. Two. One.” Tap. I slouch again into the couch as the vibrator stops.
I turn toward him, and warm at the beaming look I receive. “Proud of you, Rosy.”
“Thank you, Sir. I can do it.”
“I know you can. It’s going to get harder, the more we do. Remember, I own your pleasure, beauty.” A thrill passes through me at those words.
We go quiet, and the thirty-second break passes fast before…tap.
The waves of suction start again, reigniting the sweet rapture that had barely faded by the start of this fourth time. I empty my mind, though, of chasing something. That seems to be helping. My only goal is to not come until midnight.
“…Two. One.” Tap.
“You’re being such a good girl.”
And again:
“Remember, beauty—you may not come. Not yet.”
Tap. “Ten. Nine…” Do not come. It’s getting harder now, but I stave off the intensity. Tap.
By the time he brings me through the cycle next, the seventh time, my body is reaching for my peak with more urgency. The vibrator tugs on my already aching clit, and it burns a little when he stops it.
I’m nervous about whether I can last…but I resist the urge to look over at the clock on the TV.
Sir has you. He tells you what you want to do.
Can I make it? I must.
When he starts the vibrator again, the count feels slowed down. Or maybe it’s the increased intensity of my need.
I register every number, the pull on my sensitive nerves unyielding, the pleasure/pain constant.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
This time, the burn doesn’t fade much at all when he turns off the vibrator.
I need…I want to touch myself…bring myself to orgasm. Or at least give myself a little friction.
“Permission to move, Sir?”
He peers at me, shaking his head no. “Stay still, Rosy. There are two more minutes left, and you’re doing wonderfully. Unless you want to use your safe word?”
Two minutes. On the other end, his approval. “No, Sir.”
“Alright.” He takes off his glasses and cleans them on his discarded T-shirt. “I need to watch every detail as your present makes your body shiver.” He grins at me as he slips them back on.
That smile is motivation to fight off the climax that threatens to come more earnestly the next time. The intense throbbing is still there, but I let my mind enjoy the peace of doing just as he said. As he asked.
Something happens as I fully hand over my focus to his command, in the face of the intense need I’m experiencing. The aching pleasure shifts to the right side of uncomfortable.