14. Hannah #3
My body convulsed with the last of the aftershocks. Brakkus groaned, pulling his fingers out. I could hear him sucking my juices off of them, groaning at the taste.
“My God, Hannah. Your pussy is so fucking delicious. I can’t believe I doubted it.”
“Doubted what?” I whimpered as he moved back up my body, his kisses trailing up my stomach.
He caught my mouth with his, the taste of my sex on his lips. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, his hand gripping my breast.
“Shhh… be a good girl.”
“Brakkus…” I moaned, straining against the ties.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Hannah.”
“You already did.”
“I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t remember what it was like before.”
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, his fingers stroking my sex again. “I can’t…” I whimpered into his neck.
He caught my chin in his hand, holding it still. He growled into my ear. “You can. Tell me you can take more pleasure.”
“I…” I gasped, a tear sliding down my cheek from behind the blindfold. “I can take it.”
He growled in my ear. “That’s my good girl. My good, perfect, beautiful girl.”
He lowered himself on the bed, hooking his legs over mine, pinning them open. His mouth found my breast, sucking my nipple hard and tight while his hand dipped into my pussy a third time.
I wanted to protest, but I’d told him I could take it. He moved to my other nipple, sucking it until it was hard and tight. He gripped my other breast while his second hand pushed inside me.
I’d never come so many times in one night in my life. I felt like I was going to faint. I didn’t know it was physically possible. I mean, I knew a woman could orgasm many, many times in theory. But for me personally, it had only ever been a theory.
He pushed his fingers into my channel, tapping against my G-spot while his mouth consumed my nipples.
I felt the orgasm building again so fast it scared me. It was like he could feel it too because he chuckled against my breast.
“That’s my good girl. Are you going to come for me again?”
I groaned, my mind so blank I couldn’t verbalize.
He chuckled and went back to sucking my tits while his massive fingers stroked my G-spot, his leg keeping mine pinned down.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “I’m coming. I’m…”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. That’s my good girl.”
I screamed as it tore out of me. The orgasm overtook my whole body, making me shake from head to toe.
The groan I let out came from so deep in my chest, it was like there was a monster living deep inside of me.
Brakkus held me through it, helping me feel every last quivering aftershock.
When it was done, I was left completely undone. Naked, and wet, and quivering. My hands still bound and my eyes covered.
When my breathing finally settled, he removed the bonds and the blindfold. “Brakkus,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He pulled me against him, holding me tenderly against his chest.
“My sweet baby girl,” he murmured. “My sweet, delicious little human.”
He rocked me in his arms, holding me close as my body came back to baseline. I was loose and boneless in his arms in a way I had never experienced before.
After a few moments, he spoke gently into the top of my head. “You should go use the bathroom.”
I gasped and looked up at him. “Oh, yes…” I said, surprised.
I climbed out of bed, my legs shaky under me and made my way to his en suite. The room was all white marble tile with a huge glass stand-up shower and a tub that looked more like a Jacuzzi than a bathtub.
I quickly used the toilet and then washed my hands.
Standing naked in front of the huge mirror, I looked at myself.
My eyes were hooded, my body loose. I looked like someone I didn’t recognize.
A woman who’d experienced three orgasms in one night, given to me by a man who wouldn’t let me give, wouldn’t let me tend to anything.
That’s when I realized Brakkus had never… He’d been hard as a rock, but he’d never come. I bit my lip, thinking we’d have another whole round of actual sex.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Brakkus was under the comforter. He had the blanket turned down on the other side of the bed for me.
I climbed in, not sure I could take more tonight. But I was willing to give it to him after everything he’d done for me.
I turned to him as he turned off the lamp. He gathered me in his arms and kissed my forehead. I ran my hand down his chest, sliding it down to his boxer shorts.
He caught my hand at the waistband. “No.”
“Don’t you want to…”
“Not tonight, sweet baby girl. Tonight was all about you.”
“I… I can’t.”
“Yes you can. I’m telling you. Tonight was about you.”
“Don’t you… Don’t you want me?”
He burst out with a raucous laugh. “That’s hilarious, sweetness. I’m still a stone in my shorts.”
“But…”
“Shhhhh. Sleep. You’ve done enough just receiving what you needed. You did really good, baby. Really good.”
I sighed, resting my head against his chest. I listened to his heart beating, the sound a deep bass under my cheek.
“Okay, Brakkus. If you insist.”
His arm tightened around me, and I quickly fell into the deepest sleep of my life.