54. Eden #3
The pull to orgasm, now a steady thrum promising to deliver something more.
The burn when he stops the vibrator, now a signal I’m that much closer to obedience.
The concern I’ll fail in fighting off my climax fades, replaced by a smooth haze of purpose to follow his order.
These shifts, they’re euphoric.
Even when he shortens the breaks as we near midnight, I’m riding through the wave of sensations. My whole body feels like it’s floating on a cloud…
I’m so lost in my own feelings that when I hear the squirt of a bottle during a break, I don’t pay attention. On the next cycle, though, I see he’s stroking his cock.
He spots me looking, and the corners of his lips turn up. “Taking care of you and myself tonight, beauty.”
His explanation barely sinks in, since I’m in a fog. The next round is when his words register.
“You did it, Rosy. This time, come at the end. When the count is zero. I will too.” He’s stroking his cock vigorously now, eyes on me.
A few seconds later, his hand comes off his cock, and taps his phone before he circles his erection once more. The vibrator he’s positioning on me with the other hand starts pulling on my clit again.
Ten.
You’re allowed to come this time.
Nine.
The permission unlocks the steady state I’ve been in.
Eight.
Seven.
The pleasure pulsing, pulsing, pulsing.
Six.
Five.
My body starting to shake.
Four.
He said to come at zero.
Three.
The suction elevating me to my peak, the ache unleashed.
Two.
It hurts so much, so good, I’m so ready…
One.
I’m almost…
“Midnight. Give me that orgasm, beauty.”
Ahhhhhh, the vibrator still relentless against my clit, I finally let go. Pain, pleasure, ecstasy, all at once. Wave after wave after wave hits.
I’ve never felt anything like this. My body erupts like a volcano, overcome with the sensations. Ripples of acute pleasure roll through me as I writhe under the toy.
And my mind, my mind is humming too. Atta girl, I hear, whether he really says it or it’s my imagination.
It’s the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I can’t control it, I can’t tame it, I can only give in and ride every feeling, body, and mind.
After the height of my climax starts to curve down, he’s moaning too. “Oh, shit,” he calls out.
It takes a while for me to turn toward him. When I do, it’s apparent he’s shot all over his abs, the cum dripping on the ridges of his six-pack.
“That was…” He shakes his head, no more words coming.
“Mmmm,” is all I can reply. I lean into the couch pillow I’m lying on, and close my eyes. The toy is off. He must have done that when I was in my haze.
Time feels fuzzy until I finally hear him speak again. “Rosy, I’m going to wash up quick.”
I don’t reply, boneless on the couch. He returns soon, stomach wiped clean.
“I’m going to take you to rest in the other room.”
“Okay, Sir,” I whisper.
I’m still liquid as he carries me to the bedroom. Once I’m settled on the bed, he leaves the room. “I’ll be right back.”
I use the time to snuggle into the quilt, and the fuzziness fades as my body recovers from the orgasm.
He comes back with water, a pink drink, and a bottle of lotion, different from whatever he used earlier. “I mixed some vitamin powder in this second drink, depending on what you’d prefer.”
I pull myself upright. “I’ll take the pink one.”
He watches me as I drink. “There are more aftercare things on the menu, Rosy.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I take a third sip as he steps into the bathroom.
He reemerges with my brush in his hand, and climbs into the bed. “Come sit with your back to me.”
I move over so I’m as he asked, and then I feel him gently glide the brush through my hair. When he reaches the bottom, he pauses. “Feel good?”
It’s the first time he’s done this, and it’s soothing. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll do it more, then.” He starts stroking through my hair again. “I never told you this, but your hair reminds me of honey.”
“Oh?” My brain has shut down enough that I can’t fully process what he means.
His voice softens. “Never mind. We’ll talk about it another time.”
I sip the pink drink, the hydration and vitamins slowly restoring my energy. After a couple of minutes, he pulls the brush away and puts some of the cream in his palms, before starting to massage my shoulders. “I thought the lotion would be a step up from the time in the hot tub.”
His hands work their way up to my neck and scalp once he’s satisfied with my shoulders. When he’s done ten minutes later, he kisses the base of my neck. “Scene over?”
I’m so relaxed; this might be the best aftercare yet. “Yes.” We slide down so we’re both prone on the bed, and I rest my head on the top of his chest.
“That scene was incredible. How did you even think of that idea?” I ask him.
“You’re not the only one with a big brain.”
I give him a kiss on the shoulder. “No, I’m clearly not.”
“To be honest, spending the countdown with you was better than a big party with a ton of other people.”
I grab his hand, rubbing my thumb over the top. “You know what they say…how you spend New Year’s determines the rest of your year.”
“Well, thank fuck for that.”