Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Iris
Holy crap, who knew Master Law could be such a clit tease?
“Please fuck me,” She didn’t care that she was begging. There were some situations where begging was appropriate, and this was one of them.
“Soon,” he answered, like the sadist he was. Iris moaned, her limbs jerking.
The bit of give she had in her restraints was more frustrating than anything else, giving the illusion she could move before they pulled her up short. God, she wanted to touch him.
Yet wanting to touch him but not being able to turned her on even more. She couldn’t even wrap her legs around him like last week. She was effectively pinned to the table, entirely at his mercy.
Every part of her clenched.
His hot mouth sucked at her nipple while his other hand moved up to cup her breasts, kneading and massaging before taking that nipple between his fingers and giving it a sharp pinch.
It stung in an entirely different way than the electricity had but felt even more sensitive than before because of how he’d used the electricity on her.
Iris whimpered as she strained against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then fell back to the table, accepting that she couldn’t hurry him, couldn’t do anything to tempt him… all she could do was lay there and let him have his way with her. Which is way sexier than it has any right to be.
She shivered as his tongue began to trace little circles on her skin, making a path from her breasts, over to her stomach to her pussy. The lick wasn’t electrified anymore, but she felt it through her clenching core all the same.
Law settled between her thighs, his hands moving under her legs, then up her sides to cup her breasts as he feasted on her pussy.
His tongue laved between her pussy lips, stroking her sensitive folds as his hands closed over her breasts.
The gentle touch of his mouth contrasted with the rough way he gripped her breasts, squeezing and pinching, sending little shocks of pain to compete with the pleasure his tongue was bringing her.
With his shoulders under her legs, the lower half of her body had even less give.
Squirming against his mouth, she gasped at the hot flashes of pleasure that surged through her.
When he sucked her clit into his mouth and pinched her nipples, pain and pleasure clashed inside her body in a euphoria of sensation.
“Law! Please!” The words came out as a shriek as her back arched and her hips tried to move against his mouth. Her orgasm was cresting… then he pulled away.
At least, he pulled his mouth and tongue away, and she could have sobbed at the loss of the hot suction against her clit. His fingers remained where they were, pinching even harder and giving her nipples a little twist. Iris writhed, right on the edge of bliss but unable to cross over.
“Fuck!” She jerked even harder at the restraints, working out some of her anger on them, but nothing happened.
Law released her breasts.
Opening her eyes, she glared up at him, only to find him getting into position above her, his cock pushing against her pussy, right where she needed him.
Being denied her climax when she’d been so close was painful, but she bit her lip against complaining since he was finally putting his cock in her.
No sense risking him changing his mind and returning to torturing her.
And she knew he would do just that.
Braced above her, Law thrust in with exquisite slowness that had her body clamoring for more. She tilted her hips as much as she could, meeting his thrust. His eyes burned into hers as he retreated just as slowly before thrusting in again. Hard. Firm. And so damn slow.
“Law…” She knew she was whining but couldn’t seem to stop. “Faster… please…”
He chuckled as he thrust again, burying himself inside her, even as he expressed his amusement about her whining.
“Oh no, sweetheart. We’re doing things at my pace tonight.” The smile on his face grew to a wicked grin, his voice becoming a near purr. “Though if you want to beg me, I won’t object.”
What she wanted to do was curse him out as he kept up the slow, steady pace of his thrusts, taking the time to rub his groin against her clit, then pulling away before the friction could give her what she needed.
After his comment about begging, she didn’t want to give in, but as he took his time with every thrust, enjoying himself thoroughly with no urge to pick up the pace, her willpower was crumbling.
She’d never had anyone fuck her with such controlled, slow thrusts, savoring every single one, taking the time to feel every inch of her as he sank into her pussy.
It was mind-bogglingly hot and incredibly frustrating.
Even though she’d begged and hadn’t minded, for some reason, she was holding off out of pure stubbornness.
Law was taking his sweet time with fucking her, happy to keep up the slow, steady thrusts, savoring each one of them until the end of time.
Whimpering low in her throat, she moved underneath him as much as she could, feeling like a sacrificial victim to his pleasure. And, apparently, his pleasure was driving her mad with need.
Each slow thrust in and out of her pussy made her clench around him, her clit buzzing with the sensation of his body rasping against hers, then he was pulling away again. The pleasure slid through her like molasses, leaving her aching, tingling, and needy all over.
Lowering his lips, he kissed her deeply and thoroughly, still moving over her and within her.
Her nipples rubbed against his lowered chest, increasing the teasing stimulation.
Iris kissed him back desperately, her lips clinging to his, putting all her pent-up frustration into the kiss since it was the only way she could touch him right now.
It worked.
She felt his response.
Felt him move harder, faster.
Not a lot, but that little bit encouraged her.
She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as her body hummed and buzzed. Worry that he might suddenly slow, or even stop, rose in her, making her even more desperate as she writhed beneath him.
Wanting him.
Needing him.
“Law!” His name came out as a strangled cry when he tore his lips away from hers, finally moving too fast to kiss her.
The sudden onslaught of passion, the hard, fast strokes of his cock filling her over and over again, sent her soaring.
She cried out as her orgasm slammed into her, the waves of bliss pummeling her body.
Clenching around him, her muscles spasmed in relief.
But he wasn’t coming with her. He kept fucking her, riding her through her orgasm. Iris struggled against the restraints for a new reason as he kept going, and going, and going. The exquisite bliss began to twist and turn into overstimulation, the pleasure becoming painful in its intensity.
Law
“Please…” The plea was different, and Law looked down at Iris’ face. Her lips were slightly parted, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “I can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, sweetheart… and you will.” He knew exactly what she was talking about.
Her orgasm had been hellishly pleasurable for him, the squeezing muscles of her pussy nearly bringing him to his own completion, and he’d had to focus to keep moving through it.
“You’re going to cum all over my cock again. ”
“I can’t… I can’t…” Shaking her head back and forth, her expression scrunched up, and he knew she would be getting close again.
Good, so was he, and he was determined she would cum again—with him this time.
Thrusting in deep, he circled his hips, rubbing his body against her overstimulated clit, and she let out a choked cry, squirming beneath him as the onslaught of sensations overwhelmed her.
“Cum for me, Iris. Or I’m going to turn you over, fuck your ass, and play with your clit until you cum again, begging me to stop.” Increasing the speed of his thrusts as he spoke, his lust rose, and his balls tightened as his body moved to its pinnacle.
“Fuck!” Iris shuddered beneath him. “Law!”
Her pussy spasmed around him as she came again, her body jerking against the restraints.
The tears spilled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks at the intensity of her climax.
That was all he needed. His long-withheld desires surged through him, and he finally let loose the tightly held tethers of his self-control.
“Iris…” He breathed out her name as his climax peaked and buried himself fully inside her. The clenching muscles around his cock massaged its length as though she was sucking the hot jets of fluid from his balls into her body, milking him of every last drop.
Thank God they were lying down. Slumping on top of her, completely breathless, muscles going lax, he emptied himself inside her. When she whimpered, he pushed up on his elbows, so he wasn’t crushing her.
“Holy shit.” She sighed and shuddered as another, smaller orgasm gripped her.
Now, it was his turn to grit his teeth as pleasure turned slightly painful. Her pussy squeezed his sensitive cock, still semi-hard though slowly softening. The extra stimulation was intense to the point of hurting. Just as he’d done to her.
Though perhaps not on the same scale.
“Good girl,” he murmured, enjoying the way her lips tipped into a smile.
Pressing a kiss to her lips, he gathered his strength and made himself get up so he could undo her restraints.
Iris was half-aware when he lifted her up from the table, nuzzling against his neck as he carried her through the other room to the bathroom.
A bath would do them both good.
Cuddled against him in the warm water, she slowly roused, coming back to herself.
It probably helped that he was washing her with a washcloth.
She winced when he got to her pussy. He was gentle, knowing he’d been rough on that particular area—and as a sadist, enjoyed knowing she’d be feeling it for a few days.
“Too much?” he asked wickedly, whispering in her ear as he moved the cloth in a slow, circular motion over her tender flesh.
“I don’t know,” she answered after a moment, still shuddering. With one arm wrapped around her ribs, he felt her unsteady breathing and the increase in her pulse. “I think I might die if you try to make me cum again, though.”
Chuckling, he gave her pussy one last slow wipe, then moved to wash over her hip and upper thigh. The tension slowly releasing from her frame confirmed it had been the right choice. She was nearing her limits, and Law had no desire to push these particular ones.
Especially after such a successful scene.
“So, if you held onto that wand thing and fucked me, would your dick be electrified?”
Choking on his laughter, he buried his face in her hair as he laughed harder than he could ever remember laughing. It only took a moment before Iris giggled, which made him laugh even harder. His sides and cheeks actually hurt because he couldn’t stop grinning.
The things she did to him.
“No,” he finally said when his laugh slowly died down, though he had to laugh again when she made a noise of disappointment.
“If I held on tightly to you, the current would run through you, and you wouldn’t be able to feel it, though you could shock someone else.
We could actually create a human chain, though the amount of shock the final person could conduct would be less with each addition.
My dick being inside you would have the same effect.
You wouldn’t be able to feel it anymore if I could get my dick close enough to get inside you.
I feel the same shock you do and having my dick shocked is not something I’m interested in. ”
There were Dominants who enjoyed playing with electricity as much as he did and definitely male subs who enjoyed having their dick and balls zapped. The very thought made him shudder. He admired their strength and courage but had no desire to emulate them.
“Oh.” From her tone, Law couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed or relieved. Then she giggled again. “So, it would be a cock block shock?”
He laughed so hard, he snorted.
Which made her laugh so hard, she started to sink in the water. He had to hold her up as his cheeks turned red from mortification.
Since when had he ever snorted when he laughed? Maybe when he was a teenager.
Maybe that was it. Iris made him feel like he had during the before times.
It felt dangerous, but he also didn’t want to let go of that feeling.
Especially right now when she was warm, giggling, wriggly, and pressed against him in the tub, leaning trustingly on him, laughing with him, and making him laugh.
He felt light. Like his past wasn’t weighing down on him anymore.
As though he could be who he wanted to be with her.