Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
Renee
On the wide leather-padded table, I lay waiting. I was strapped to the table spread eagle; the entire top of my body was available for Ezra’s use. I knew that he could very well release the straps holding me in place and demand me to come to him. He could demand anything and I wouldn’t be opposed. Because I trusted him. But this waswhat he craved of me today. I probably had something to do with that since I professed my love of him in front of everybody at Rawhide Ranch.
With this blindfold in place, I couldn’t see what was coming. I should feel fear of the unknown, but my pussy muscles clenched, dwelling on the fact I was his to use. I wanted this, needed him to push my limits, and for us to explore. This scene wasn’t bad–no. It was the best way to celebrate the fact we’d confessed we were in love with one another and we were about to take another step in the right direction for us both.
“Babygirl.” The endearment was whispered into my left ear. “Slut.” My eyes shifted to the right, hearing his whispers in the other ear. Silence surrounded me again, and I searched with my ears for any sounds.
Warmth enclosed my left nipple before he sucked the sensitive peak into his mouth. I whined, searching for more, but the tormenting stopped before it had ever really begun. I needed more. Coolness circled my clit just before his mouth sucked, making me arch as much of my body as I could off the table. Just like that, he was gone again. I groaned, cursing him. My nipples had tightened into a frenzy of nerves bunched to elevate the sensitivity at the tip. My clit was throbbing, insistently demanding I satisfy it with more from Him .
My brain short circuited when I felt teeth pulling on my right nipple. My body was flooded with enough desire that my pussy flooded. I was seconds away from an orgasm when he released it from his hold. I panted, seeing stars behind my eyelids. The throbbing between my legs escalated to a solid, continuous pounding in my groin that spread out to my thighs.
“Babygirl,” I heard in my left ear. I moaned, wanting to please him. “Whore.” The word sent shivers down my body. When I was good, putting his pleasure first, I was his babygirl. It melted my heart, making me the happiest girl on earth. Whore was what someone was called when they did something naughty. Slut, too. What had I done? He’d called me all three. Why?
“Babygirl.” I heard again in my left ear. “Cunt.” I moaned as I felt my earlobe being pulled between his teeth slowly.
My pussy shivered and perked at the mention of the word. My nipples were teased repeatedly, and his mouth moved from one to the other, building the fire inside me steadily. Expertly, he tormented my body into a hypersensitive state with each pull of my breasts. My thoughts tunneled into one continuous chant.
“More!”
I felt something on my nipples that I couldn’t place at first. I felt a pull that only intensified until I thought I’d come, and then it held steady. I knew then that the suction cup pulling at my erect nipple would have me a crying mess soon. I waited for the inevitable as the other nipple was forced to submit to the same torturous bliss. I felt fingers on my cunt stroking the juicy folds. Fingers penetrated me and I moaned loudly, needing to come.
“Not yet.” His voice was steady, controlled.
His fingers twisted and pumped inside of me, making me ache for release. I held on to his words, but my body trembled, longing to come for him badly. The two fingers inside fucked me, preparing me for when he inserted the third one. Full, and I loved every bit of it. That’s why it was difficult to hold on to the present. I wanted to float away in the sensations and just feel everything. A suction cup was placed on my cunt, and I groaned. It pumped against me, pulling at my already sensitive parts until the blood pulsed just beneath my skin. And then… nothing. The ache I had all over was suspended in time, waiting to either be tipped over or rescinded.
My body ached with need. I was desperate for him to continue, to use me, please me, but I didn’t want it to end.
“Babygirl.” I heard again. “Whore.”
The decision had been made for me the moment he denied my first pleas. All that was left for me to do was experience. Feel. Become. Detonate. I felt a lubed item parting my butt cheeks, and I doubted that he’d get anything in. I’d never had anal sex before. He lifted me the bit the restraints allowed and then he slowly worked a plug inside. The initial stretch burned, and then everything intensified because of the full feeling I had. I shook with the need to release, unable to fathom anything surpassing the pleasure causing havoc throughout my body. I could easily be tipped, but I’d never fall without a fight. This was for him. His pleasure was my fate. Everything burned for him. The pain that fizzled into pleasure, the suspense of what would happen next, and the nagging ache that wouldn’t let up.
What was that? I felt tiny pangs of pain. Needle thin, prickling, rolling, setting my nerves on edge. I grunted as it pulled me back from the edge, but when it stopped, the sensations came back full force. Again with the Wartenberg wheel, triple spiked on the left, single on the right. Thigh to ankle, ankle to the underside of my butt, around my groin. I gasped. That was different. I was slipping under, giving in a little more to the pending orgasm that waited for me.
Almost…
Up my stomach, sides, over the tops of my breasts. I exhaled loudly as he pressed a bit harder, choking the pleasure and holding it hostage as pain flared.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
My entire body spasmed hard, being pushed to its limit. I felt featherlight kisses on my hands when he pulled away the wheels. A sucker for his mouth. I relaxed, but then he bit the palm, and I saw stars as they danced across my sight. The other hand was licked and savored. No pain. But it didn’t pause the mist from covering my body as I suffered.
Feeling drugged—tipsy on his perversions—I waited for the next thing. His way of loving me. Like a fiend, I was right here for it, waiting for my next dose of him .
The cup was released on my pussy, and he slid his fingers over the hypersensitive flesh. I bucked against his hand, moaning. The urgency to come was more than I could bear. My moans, whines, and begging did little to get me what I wanted. I could feel his smile as he watched me writhe for him. The slaps of his hand to my burning pussy was what took me over the edge. The desperation to find relief poured down my face. Tears streamed as I continued begging for release. To be touched, used, and finished.
“I’ll let you come when I’m ready.”
I moaned loudly, calling him, begging, and promising anything that Ezra wished of me. He didn’t respond or offer me any kind of relief. Then I felt a thud to my clit with a rod-like item. It wasn’t one I’d felt before. The thuds continued and after a while, I felt the thuds radiating through my pussy. They continued, increasing in speed and impact until all I could do was feel. My body convulsed to the tempo of the music this thing played. My clit was being punished for demanding attention, and the tears flowed in silent submission to him. The begging from my lips never let up as I expressed how much I wanted to please him. The thuds grew harder and less frequent, creating a deeper urgency. My begging festered into a mumbling mess of requests.
“You can come when the pencil stops torturing your clit.”
I gasped at the knowledge that it was such a mundane instrument bringing me to my wits end. Shame washed over me but instead of it putting a damper on my mood, I was empowered by it. My begging became insistent, and the wooden demon drummed to the rhythm of my demise. My body lightened, and the room became quiet. Everything changed, letting me know that his control over me had reigned supreme once again.
“Come.”
The dam flooded and sensations poured in from everywhere. Overwhelmed with ecstasy as endorphins rapidly fired away in my brain, I drifted, seeking the comfort that lay in the fog. It was ripped away when he released the cup on my left nipple, and another orgasm blasted through me. Realizing too late that there was still another, the right was removed, and the orgasm doubled back for another session as he used the plug to fuck out every ounce of energy I had. Then I died the sweetest death, I think. Because my mind went blank, and I could no longer feel anything. I stayed there, floating for what felt like an eternity.
“Babygirl.” The word stirred warmth, and I sought to hear it again. Was that God?
“Baby, come back to me.”
I took the endearment and snuggled toward it. I heard chuckling.
“Babygirl.”
I opened my eyes to look into Ezra’s. I smiled at him and then closed my eyes for just a minute, needing that heavenly feeling to come back.
“Ah… no no no. Come back to me, baby.”
I opened my eyes once again. This time I could focus on him as long as I continued to blink. His kiss pulled me into the moment, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His beard grounded me, letting me know I was where I needed to be as I reveled at the feel of being wrapped in his arms.
“That’s my good girl.”
I nodded eagerly and snuggled closer, loving the pleased tone in his voice. It was the perfect ending to his scene. I blushed knowing that regardless of which persona I chose, vanilla or completely kinky, I’d happily submit to Ezra’s will.
“You had something you wanted to tell me.” He nibbled my lips, and I leaned into him.
“Well, after you submitted the grades and stole me away to the Dungeon to practice kinky fuckery, I didn’t think you cared about what I had to say.”
He swatted my ass, and I giggled.
“Tell me.”
Nervously, I exhaled. I took his hand and kissed it. Trembling, I placed it on my stomach and rubbed it. I kept my eyes closed and pretended that I was pregnant. Feeling his hand there felt right. Then I envisioned his ring on my finger, having his last name, and waking up every morning with him wrapped around me, keeping me safe.
“I don’t want to take it slow anymore,” I admitted.
“Okay.” His eyes seemed nervous about what I was going to say.
“I want the fairytale with you every single day.”
“Me, too.” He swallowed. “That means babies.”
“Gimmie the Junior and the Reneezra.”
He frowned at the name.
“Hey, don’t judge. I was trying to be sweet.”
“Let’s leave the names for another time.” He chuckled.
“Yes, Sir.”
“How fast are we talking?” he asked.
“Well, if somebody keeps forgetting condoms, we won’t have to worry about that question.”
He snickered. “About that.”
“Mhm… I don’t want a slip up. Be intentional, Haven.”
“Done. Will you move into my place with me?” He kneaded my thighs and like putty, I softened in his hands.
“I can’t move in there knowing you lived there with her.”
“No, baby. I sold that. I purchased something new. At the time, I didn’t know if you and I were done or not, but subconsciously… it’s perfect.”
“I’ll see about that. I know you live in Washington, but you never said what city.” I said.
Ezra smiled. “Babygirl, I live in Seattle.”
I gasped. “Really? Shut up!” I swatted him. “Elara has family there. She’s thinking about moving back to help take care of her grandmother.”
“Is that a yes…” His eyebrow rose as he questioned what the hell I was saying.
I giggled. “Yes, Haven. As long as it fits us, I’ll move in with you. I guess I’ll need to tell Master Derek I can’t work here anymore.”
“What about your therapy?” he asked.
“Dr. Crosby does virtual appointments. I think she only has to be licensed in that state.”
“If she isn’t?”
“Then we’ll figure it out.” I kissed him, happy that he cared about my mental health. “However, there is one thing we have to do.” I smirked.
“What?” he asked me suspiciously.
Instead of answering, I stood up and held out my hand. He helped me into a robe and fluffy slippers. Then I wrapped my arms around his waist as we exited the playroom we’d been in. Looking around, I didn’t see Sampson, which made it more difficult to find him since phones weren’t allowed in here.
“Looking for somebody, diva?” I turned to see Sampson behind us, curled up on Aiden’s lap.
“Don’t you look blissed out,” I teased him.
“You’re one to talk. Everybody can see that smile for at least a thousand miles.” He rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, I wanted you to meet my Ezra.” I beamed.
“Your… Ezra?”
I nodded.
“Honey, you’re not the only one riding the high cloud. Who else is he going to belong to when he can’t stop being all over you.”
Aiden fisted a handful of Sampson’s hair and pulled his head back. Sampson’s eyes closed, and he swallowed noticeably.
“I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,” he said without being prompted. “That’s why girl talk is meant to be held away from the sensitive Tops.” His eyes were on Aiden, and Aiden was focused our way.
“Did he say sensitive?” Aiden asked.
I wasn’t about to answer that. It was a setup.
“He definitely did,” Ezra responded.
“Mhm…” He pulled a remote from his pocket and pushed a button.
Sampson buried his face into Aiden’s chest, trying to suppress a moan.
“Let’s try that again,” Aiden prompted.
“I am so, so very”—he took a second to breathe and then resumed speaking—“sorry. The two of you must’ve had a good time and…” Sampson then gripped Aiden’s shirt and clawed at him, desperately. “Please…”
“Finish what you were saying.” Aiden kissed his nose, seemingly unbothered by whatever was happening.
“I’m sorry. Diva, I’m happy for you. We’ll talk later.” He said the words quickly, and it was my turn to giggle.
“We will.” I waved at the two of them, then ushered Ezra back to the room where my things were. “How can I help?” I asked as I looked around.
“Well.” He took my hand and cupped his crotch.
He was hard. Had he been aroused by the two of them? I mean, I had been, but was that his thing?
“Haven?” Confused, I didn’t know how to ask.
“Why haven’t I come?” he questioned me.
I nodded. Did he not get off while we… that’s when it dawned on me.
“You never penetrated me.” Suddenly, that feeling of failure seeped into my mind. How had I not satisfied him?
“No. I craved something mental tonight. Trust that I’m floating as high as you are. The physical is just a side effect. He wanted in on the action, but that wasn’t what I desired.”
“You wanted to hurt me,” I guessed, but had a feeling that I was right.
“Yes.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Fingers crossed.
“You don’t feel how hard I am?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“I thought it was from Sampson and Aiden.”
“No. I mean, whenever I’m around lust, it registers a little. I’m not into men, though, so it definitely wasn’t about them. To each their own, but this is all about you, babygirl.”
“How can I serve you, Haven?” I asked, dropping my robe and kneeling in front of him.
“That’s a good fucking start.” He unfastened his jeans and let them fall to his knees. “No hands, deep throating, and lots of tears. Don’t forget to make him nice and wet.”
I reached over for the pencil that lay on the leather bench and used it to hold a knot in my hair. I removed his pants and then I crawled in front of the big comfy chair in the corner and waited for him. When he sat down, I removed his boxer briefs and leaned forward.
“Any other requests?” I asked.
“Don’t drop a drip.”
“Yes, Haven.”
I set to work and as soon as I wet him enough to take him deep, I realized we had a problem. His thighs were already telling me he was close. Either I was going to have to work fast, or I needed help. Pulling back, I searched the room with my eyes and found what I was looking for.
“Can I have a minute?” I asked him.
“Hurry.”
I rushed to the drawers to sort through them. When I found the cockrings, I grabbed two of them. I needed the one that was going to grip him tight, preventing him from coming. Going back to him, I gingerly put the first one on and it was perfect.
“What the fuck?” He looked down and growled. “Renee, I don’t…”
Quickly setting the second ring aside, I pulled him into my mouth and he bit the side of his fist. “I want you to enjoy it some before you come.”
“Less talk, more of…” He pulled my mouth to his shaft and pushed inside. I didn’t hold on to him, but I did grab the arms of the chair as he used my mouth to masturbate him. I tightened my thighs, aroused by his take-charge ability.
Tears. Check.
Wet. Check.
Deep throat. Check.
No hands. Fail.
I held on to his waist, arching into his thrusts, but I never touched his dick. His scent invaded my nostrils. His precum dripped from my lips as I made a mess of us. When his hands dropped from my face, I picked up the slack, and the noises he made threw me. I looked up to make sure we weren’t going to be attacked by a wild animal. No, that was my Haven. My Ezra. Losing control right here in this seat.
“I fucking love you. Dirty, dirty girl. My little slut. Fuck!” He howled and growled.
His hands grabbed me again and forced me to swallow him. My head swam, my orgasm rushed forward, and I came. Pushing away to catch my breath, I whined.
“Shut up.” He growled and brought me back into position.
Deep… no air… coming… I pushed away. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t do anything but feel.
“You like it, don’t you? Being my fuck toy.”
I didn’t think about it. I stood and straddled him, riding up hard, needing the pain and his erection inside me.
“Bad fucking girl!” He spanked me as I rode him, and I tried to get up and do as I was told, but she was being bad.
She wouldn’t listen. Harder slaps only stirred her on.
Ezra hissed and grabbed me by my throat. He lifted me off him and put me back on my knees. Standing, he fucked my face with a reckless abandon. I couldn’t catch up. Couldn’t calm the frenzy we’d created in one another. So I submitted.
Ezra pulled away to loosen the ring and take it off. Then he was back inside my mouth. Was that cum? I swallowed and had to recover quickly because more followed.
“Not a fucking drop,” he harshly reminded me.
Swallow. Milk. Swallow. Milk.
Ezra let out a low guttural sound from deep in his throat. He stumbled backward and glared at me.
I cleared my throat, trying to clear it to speak. “Yes, Haven.” I barely managed the two words.
“Why are you so perfect?” he asked, expression unchanged.
“Yes, you are.” I rested on my heels, completely spent.
“You missed some.” He stumbled over and swiped the smooth bulb of his cockhead against my tongue before he kissed me.
Yeah… perfect.