Chapter 18 #4
“Too late.”
His fingers return to my clit, circling it with pressure that instantly has me biting down to withhold my moans.
Then I come to my senses.
Fuck it.
Why bother downplaying how good this feels? Why even give a damn who hears?
Lochlan’s good at this for a man who was married and spent twenty years having lackluster sex. It seems he’s been waiting for the chance to unleash himself in this way.
My eyes are closed behind the mask as I lay back and moan and he rubs my clit. The clamps are still unrelenting, my breasts throbbing and nipples aching.
A low hum starts up, and then something smooth and heavy presses down against my clit. The object buzzes and sends a deep vibration through me.
“Oh!” I shriek, then I add, “YES! Is that a vibrator? Oh my god, is it on high or something? Are you trying to singe my clit off? Lochlan!”
He only presses the vibrator more firmly against my clit and leans forward to sprinkle kisses along my throat and shoulders.
“Say the word, brat. I’ll take it away. But something tells me you won’t.”
“Yes… no… no… yes… wait… no, fuckkk!” I cry, twisting my hips.
The vibrator buzzes away at a speed that’s almost too much. That makes my clit tingle and the rest of my pussy throb.
Wave after wave comes, more intense in the dark. My toes curl as I realize I’m sooo close.
Lochlan seems to sense I am. He kisses me on the mouth and holds the vibrator in place against my pussy.
“Here’s the rule,” he says, drawing back. “You don’t come ’til I say so.”
I let out a strangled laugh. “Excuse me? My pussy has a mind of her own. You think I can tell her what to do? Baby, she does what she wants, when she wants.”
“Then you better learn to negotiate with her.” He increases the speed level of the vibrator, and I nearly scream. “You come before I give you permission, expect some consequences.”
“What kind of consequences?” I pant.
“You’re just gonna have to wait and see.” He tugs on the chain connecting my clamps again, sending another jolt of pain-pleasure through my breasts. “Be a good little captive and behave yourself.”
The urge to mouth off and talk my shit strikes me. Even as I’m in such a compromising position.
But then the vibrator buzzes away and my clit throbs and I lose any train of thought.
It’s taking all the self-control I have to exercise restraint and not come. I’m not sure my pussy’s ever felt this sensitive. I can feel how swollen and slick I am as arousal leaks onto my thighs, and my pussy aches to be filled.
That’s not even addressing the clamps and how my nipples scream from being pinched for so long.
Yet it’s still not unbearable in the sense that I’m hurting. More like I’m so overstimulated, so inundated with various sensations on my body I’m damn near ready to start begging for relief.
Give me something.
Lochlan only makes matters worse, returning to his hot kisses. He drops them along my jaw and on my lips and at the pulse point of my throat.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, his breath on my skin making me shudder. “You know that? You know you’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen?”
I’m beyond words as the vibrator and clamps and his kisses leave me foggy brained. So instead I whimper back, my body quaking from the effort it takes not to come.
“You could say I’ve become obsessed,” he goes on. “You’re on my mind every fucking hour. When I’m working, when I’m planning, when I’m out trying to get shit done—you’re in my head. I’m thinking about you.”
The vibrator sends its deepest tingly tremor rocking through me. Enough to make my body tense and for tiny stars to burst behind the mask.
“I brought you here to use you,” Lochlan growls, his breath hot against my ear. “To make you suffer and make your friends and family pay. But now all I want is to make you mine. To show you how much I fucking want you. Fucking need you.”
I’ve never felt sexier in my entire life.
Not when I was draped in designer gowns at charity galas or when silver fox CEOs bought me diamonds and took me out to Michelin star restaurants to show me off on their arm.
None of that compares to being worshipped and pleasured by Lochlan Callahan as he tells me he’s obsessed with me.
I’m right on the cusp of coming when the vibrator disappears.
“No!” I whine, my hips bucking in protest. “Lochlan, what the fuck, I was so close—”
“Shhh, brat.”
“You’re evil. This should be a war crime.”
“I said shut up,” he commands, gripping me by the throat and kissing me hard on the mouth. “It’s time this sopping wet little cunt takes my cock.”
My thighs are spread wide apart, and he fits himself in between. I barely have a chance to gather myself before Lochlan’s sliding straight into me and his big, thick dick is making me cry out all over again.
I’ve had him several times, yet it’s still a sobering experience. My pussy still needs a moment to adjust to his length and girth, even as wet as I am.
Lochlan pins my thighs back until they’re damn near beside my head. The rest of my body tilts upward as he’s above me and sinks down into me.
The position contorts me like a circus performer and leaves me and my pussy spread open.
Something that heavily work in Lochlan’s favor as he drives into me and his dick bottoms out.
I clench around him and scream as he fucks me deep and my pussy aches. I’m still trying so hard not to come, but his dick hits my sweet spot and stars burst in the dark.
The bed rocks from the heavy impact of his thrusts. It wouldn’t surprise me if we’re on our way to breaking it the way we did the sofa in that sitting room.
But that doesn’t stop us. If anything, we go harder.
Lochlan slams back into me, and my stretched walls ripple in response. I claw at his forearms for support, holding onto him as he drills into me.
“Fuck, oh fuck…” I pant, our skin slapping. “You’re so damn deep!”
“You’re gonna feel me for days, brat,” he rumbles. He’s breathing just as heavily, his body crowded over mine as he ravages my pussy and I’m tingling from the intensity. “I’m gonna have this cunt full of my cum. You’ll take it all. Every last fucking drop.”
I shudder and moan at the threat as he fucks into me, and his dick lights up every nerve ending inside my pussy.
“I can’t…” I puff out, so breathlessly I can’t talk. “L-Loch… I… OHHHH!”
My orgasm arrives more intense than any wave of pleasure yet. It crashes over me, and my body convulses as it’s taken over by the hot, pulsing chemical bliss.
Lochlan barely pauses except to reach over and tug at the chain connected to the clamps. Both slip off, and the release is even more insane than the initial attachment.
Blood rushes back to my poor, tortured nipples, a dizzying combination of pain-pleasure searing through my breasts.
I arch my back and scream, pussy clenching down on Lochlan’s dick.
I’m so lightheaded, I genuinely feel like I might pass out.
“You came before I told you to, brat,” he growls, his thrusts erratic. “So the clamps came off. Did it feel good?”
“Yes!” I moan.
His hand closes around my throat as the rest of my body is eased even further back against the pillows, and he slams into me again and again. I’m held in place, basically half upside down as Lochlan chases his own release.
His dick hits the back of my pussy one last time, and he groans, finally reaching his breaking point. He wasn’t playing about filling me up with his cum. I’m so sensitive and overstimulated I come a second time from his release spilling into me.
The hot liquid triggers another smaller orgasm that pulses through me and makes me moan as Lochlan empties himself.
Even masked with no sight, I know we’re a fucking mess. I can feel it in how slick and sweaty we are. Smell it in the scent of sex fragrant in the air. Definitely hear it by how Lochlan heaves ragged breaths as he finally pulls out of me and drops beside me.
“You good, brat?” he asks throatily. He seems to remember the mask at the last second and reaches over to slip it off.
I’m so damn dizzy and wrecked I can’t move. I lay where he’s left me, my thighs quaking and breasts aching. The rest of my body buzzes from the pleasure it’s been put through.
“Yeah…” I rasp. “I’m… damn…”
He grunts and then leans over to kiss me softly on the mouth. “I’m not sure I’m gonna ever get enough of you, and that might be a problem.”
A small smile teases my lips. “At this point, the feeling’s mutual.”