Chapter 47
This man was going to drive me crazy. I was already burning from the inside out with need, and he wanted me to get through how many more levels?
Were there four or five? I should have paid more attention.
Regardless, we were only on level two. Damn Kinsley to hell for not expanding on what it was really like. When Andrew spoke next, I groaned.
“No movements, no sounds,” Andrew ordered.
We’d been working closely on commands, and this was one of his favorites. Before him, maintaining a level of stillness wasn’t a factor, but with this man, it was near impossible. But nonetheless, I’d attempted it. I became as still as I could. One command down, one more to go.
I took a deep breath, and all my whimpers died in my throat. My regret for wearing underwear today was only growing by the second, because the vibrator hummed away, happy as could be.
Every one of my muscles tensed in response to the throbbing and pressure it created on my overly sensitive clit. I wouldn’t lie—this experience was both nerve-wracking and exciting. A low whimper released from my throat.
And of course he would hear it, even over the purring sounds coming from between my legs. He heaved, but even in that there was never a need for me to be fearful. I swear he did it on purpose. Or maybe I had. I shivered in anticipation of my ‘punishment’.
“We talked about this. No movement, no sound. You know what this means.”
Boy, did I ever. I tilted my head back and raised my chin. Andrew’s hand moved and wrapped around my throat. I thought I would hate breath play, but with Andrew, a whole new world had opened up. He was always in control, so I had no fear as he squeezed gently.
My heart started racing as he restricted the blood-flow and my oxygen. My toes curled, and I gripped the leather restraint in my hand harder. It dug into my palm. My head became heavy, and my eyes rolled back.
Damn, I loved this.
A surge of panic spiked in me, but not from fear of his hand around my throat or the loss of air, but because I was slowly losing control and my pussy clenched down as I fought the blackness.
Andrew released my throat and quickly pulled the vibrator from between my legs. Stars exploded behind my eyes as blood rushed back and air filled my lungs. Andrew lovingly caressed my face and kissed my forehead.
“That’s my girl. I’m so proud of you. You didn’t come.”
I relaxed and sighed, losing myself in his tender gaze and the warmth of his presence. The low light highlighted the sharp lines of his face. He stared into my soul. His dimple flashed as his lips curled into that soft, knowing smile. My heart swelled.
Reaching out with my right hand, I traced his handsome face. His skin was warm beneath my touch, familiar and grounding. My fingers danced along the edge of his jaw, feeling the light beard he always sported. I let my thumb rest just below his cheekbone, waiting.
He didn’t speak, didn’t rush me—just held my gaze and gave me a minute to get it together. I waited for him to give me permission to talk, a silent understanding passing between us. His hand came up and mimicked the gesture I had on his face.
Finally, he gave me the smallest nod. “You may speak. I can see you have something to say.”
For a moment, I remained quiet. It was as if the entire world outside this room didn’t exist. Just us. Just this connection. My voice was barely above a whisper when I spoke.
“Will you promise to always look at me as you are right now?”
His gaze never wavered, full of that quiet devotion of his. It sent something fluttering through my chest. He didn’t rush to answer. Instead, he exhaled, his thumb brushing over my nipple as he held my hand to his face.
“I can,” he murmured, his voice a quiet vow.
Emotion thickened in my throat, a swell of gratitude, of love so fierce it nearly stole my breath. My lips parted, and the words came without hesitation, without fear.
“Thank you, Sir.”
His dimple flashed again, softer this time, like he understood everything I wasn’t saying. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss into the center of my palm, sealing the moment in the way only he could.
Then, with a click of the button on the remote in his hand, he spoke. “Next level.” He smirked as he set it back into position. I swore off knickers right then and there, forever. I’d burn the bitches tomorrow.
I arched my back and cried out loudly, unable to keep it in. I then remembered he’d said I could make sounds. The relief of that knowledge had my body responding wildly. I thrashed and my head jerked as I strained against not only the restraints, but against the urge to come.
“Just two more to go. If you are a good girl and I really hope you are and make it through, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name, and your body gives out on you,” he crooned.
His words set me on fire. I wanted nothing more than to feel him stretch me, fill me. I was desperate for it. I rocked and arched, wishing he would have chosen an internal toy.
“You have something else you want to say. What is it?”
“Sir, I want to feel my pussy pulse around your cock,” I confessed.
“Do you really? That makes me happy to hear. You’re so fucking wet, my dirty little angel,” he moaned as his hand pushed my panties to the side and his finger ran between my folds.
I pushed my hips up and against his finger, hoping he would slip two of them inside me.
“Please, Sir, please?” I begged.
“Please what? You want my fingers inside you?” he asked as he ran them once more slowly between my lips.
When I shifted my hips to angle them so he’d slip inside, he pulled his fingers away.
“I don’t think I like this game,” I grumbled.
“Little liar, you do so. Now, if you want my fingers, you’re going to have to earn them.”
“How do I do that, Sir?”
“Let’s see. First, you can clean them off. Your pussy is dripping so much I didn’t even have to put them inside you to get your juices on them. Open,” he commanded.
My lips parted. “Now suck like a good girl.”
I closed my eyes as I tasted myself on him and felt dirty, but in the best way.
Knowing how much he loved the way I tasted and remembering his mouth on me from earlier wasn’t the best thing to focus on because, as he pushed the second finger in almost down my throat, I bucked against the sensation between my legs.
The orgasm hummed right beneath the surface, and I approached the edge. My eyes went wide.
“Andrew—” I mumbled around his fingers.
“What did you call me?” He raised his brows. “In this room I am Sir and only Sir. Address me properly.”
How silly of me! It was the first rule he’d taught me and ensured I followed without fail. Any other man I would have been afraid, but not with him. He removed his fingers for me to answer properly.
“Sorry. Sir, may I come now, please?”
“No, my angel. You. May. Not.” With each word he said, he kissed my nose. “I do, however, know you are right on the edge. Hold it for me now a little longer. You look stunning like this. I’ll have to thank a certain someone tomorrow morning at breakfast.”
“Who?” I panted, trying to distract myself from the burning need to let go. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Why, Ivan, of course.”
“Ivan? Don’t you mean…” I moaned, forgetting what I was going to say as he put pressure on the damned toy between my legs. He shoved his fingers back into my mouth and I sucked them back.
“I think I’ll count you down. How does that sound?”
I nodded vigorously. He was going to relent, thank God. He counted backwards from ten. I focused on his voice and squealed when he got to five. He simply chuckled like it was the funniest thing ever to torment me so.
“That’s it, you’re doing so well. Five. So beautiful, four. Keep sucking my fingers, angel. Three. You can do this, two. It’s right there, one. Co…” He ripped the vibrator away from my body, and I sobbed loudly, rocking my hips up. His fingers left my mouth once more. So now I was empty everywhere.
“We haven’t cycled all the way through them yet, silly girl. I can’t let you come until we get to the last click. That’s how the game is played. You ready?”
The damned button was clicked again. I only had just enough time to brace myself before he replaced it, and a cry ripped from my throat. It was so intense and sensitive by this time. Damn Kinsley and her influence. I was going to die, tied to the bed in the playroom. RIP.
Next time ask your girl questions before you just willy-nilly ask for something.
My whimpers and moans only grew louder the longer it purred on my clit. I tried to be still, but my body had a mind of its own. My pussy throbbed, and the bedsheets felt soaked beneath me. I thrust my hips up as much as I could, chasing every sensation from the powerful toy.
“Sir! I need to come. I have to.”
“No, you don’t.”
I screamed when his finger slipped inside me. My brain told my pussy now, go, go, go. The struggle to control it had all my senses firing on overdrive. It was sensation after sensation. His fingers sliding along my walls, the toy shoved harder into my clit by the position of his hand in my panties.
“I need to,” I whined.
SLAP! The sound reverberated around the room, and the ensuing sting lanced through my upper thigh. I cried out, startled, but not in pain.
“Did I ask you to beg? I don’t think I did. So until I do, you’ll refrain. Understood?”
I nodded, not able to form words as I zeroed in on the pounding of my heart and the never-ending sensation of stimulation.
“Good, I like it when you listen and obey. I would hate to have to stop. To not allow you to come for me tonight. To have to put you to bed without fucking you like I plan,” he growled.
“Please, I can’t hold it…not any…Please,” I begged anyway through quick gasps.
“Are you my good girl? Yes or no.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then you can, and you will hold it. This is what you asked for. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t give you exactly what you so sweetly asked for?”
Andrew pulled his fingers out and cupped my pussy around the vibrator, adding extra pressure, and I sobbed. Tears now streamed down my face, and my head rolled to one side. I slowly let myself slip away. Within seconds, the vibrator was removed, and Andrew clicked his tongue.
“Are you really going to disassociate on me?”
My head rolled to the other side, and then pain snaked through me from my nipple to my clit as he pinched and twisted it hard.
“I don’t think so. When we play—”
“We stay,” I grumbled.
His mouth closed over it, and I groaned. He put the vibrator back against my clit, and I pushed my chest into his mouth and grasped onto his hair like my life depended on it. Click last level.
I can do this. Level up, Tori, you can do it.
I chanted those words to myself over and over. The problem was that he barely pushed the button before I was right there on edge once more. No time to build. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body. My eyes shot open and looked into his.
“I’m not going to make it,” I panted.
“Yes, you will. Hold it just one more sweet second. This is the last level.”
His finger pushed against my entrance, and I rocked my hips up. Thankfully, he let it sink inside me this time. A groan ripped from my chest, and he pushed his finger shallowly inside. Having something inside me made my pussy jolt, and I clenched down on his fingers.
I chanted over and over one word. One simple request is all I had for him. “Now?” Then I lost it entirely, mumbling words that made no sense to my ears.
“What was that, angel? Are you speaking Russian to me?” He laughed.
“Maybe I was. I don’t know. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t focus. I…Sir, may I come now, please?” I begged, and a sob tore free.
“I suppose you can…but only when I say the word. This slutty cunt of yours needs more, though. One is never enough, not when this tight little pussy is dripping so beautifully.”
Another finger joined the first one, and he thrust deeper, this time finding my g-spot, curling into it.
I cried out in pleasure, and he applied pressure to my lower abdomen.
This was exactly what I needed. I couldn’t contain the noise anymore, and I was so glad this room was soundproof.
Pleasure tore through my soul as I waited for his permission.
My body convulsed and shuddered. The intensity of sensation between my legs was more than I’d ever imagined I’d feel in my life. My eyes rolled back into my head as the pressure increased, creating something entirely foreign to me.
What the hell? It was incredible. My eyes flew open as I tried to come to terms with what was happening. My legs shook uncontrollably, and a strange, guttural, mewling noise rose from my lips.
“Come for me, angel,” he barked.
I gasped loudly as his fingers thrust into me.
My orgasm ripped through my body in waves that never seemed to end.
My face felt flushed, red hot, and my stomach muscles contracted along with every muscle inside my pussy.
A rush of fluid squirted from between my legs and rolled down my ass.
My body seized, and I screamed as I came apart.
“Fuck, angel. Did you just squirt for me? Now, I really feel special.”
I couldn’t breathe and didn’t process anything he said. The orgasm slowly faded, and my body sank into the bed. I was exhausted, but he didn’t slow down. His fingers still stroked in and out of me.
“I need another one,” he cooed.
I groaned as my body ignored me entirely, and I shuddered as another smaller wave rose within me. My body pulsed as it built.
“Sir,” I whispered weakly.
“I said I want another one. Now be a good girl for me and come,” he growled in my ear.
As I climaxed, he pressed his lips down onto mine, catching my scream. I bucked and quivered with the second orgasm as Andrew kissed me deeper. Lost in the depths of this man, I surrendered to him.
Slowly and with care, he pulled his fingers out and pulled the vibrator away. He untied my ankles and my wrists and massaged them before gently rubbing my clit one last time. It sent shivers to my core.
“You’re such a good girl. God, I love you,” he purred as I smiled, feeling drunk on him. I relaxed, feeling myself float away from the intensity of our play.
“Now for me to fuck you,” Andrew stated.
“Huh?” I said, feeling drowsy.
“Roll over for me. I like getting deep inside you.” I pushed up on my elbows and flopped back down, unable to do as he asked.
“Is my girl too weak? Do you need some help?” he teased as he flipped me over easily.
I squeaked as he positioned himself behind me. “Looks like your body is giving out on you. Now let’s see if I can get you to scream my name. After all, I’m a man of my word and I did say that was the end goal.”
With those words, he plunged deep inside me, and I vowed to scream for him every day for the rest of my life, as long as he loved me like he was.