Releasing her breasts, I run my hand down her smooth, flat stomach until I reach the soft folds between her legs. As I had suspected, despite the pain—or more likely, because of it—she’s soaking wet, her pussy already liquid with need. My cock throbs in response. The sight of her restrained, with her delicate nipples clamped and hurting, appeals to me in a way that my old shrink would’ve undoubtedly found disturbing. Doing my best to control my hunger, I touch her small clit with my thumb, pressing on it lightly, and she moans, leaning back against my chest, her hips lifting up in a silent plea for more.
“Tell me what you’re feeling now.” I deliberately keep the pressure on her clit feather-light. “Tell me, Nora.”
“I . . . I don’t know . . .”
“Tell me how those little nipples feel. I want to hear you say it.” I accompany the demand with a firm pinch of her clit, causing her to cry out and buck against me from the sudden pain.
“They—they still hurt,” she gasps when she recovers, “but it’s different now, less sharp and more like a steady throb . . .”
“Good girl . . .” I stroke her swollen clit gently as a reward. “And what does it feel like when I touch you like this?”
Her small pink tongue comes out again, flicking over her bottom lip. “It feels good,” she whispers, “really good . . . Please, Julian . . .”
“Please what?” I prod, wanting to hear her beg. She has the perfect voice for begging, sweet and innocently sexy. Her pleading affects me in a way that’s just the opposite of what she intends—it makes me want to torment her more.
“Please touch me . . .” She lifts her hips again, trying to intensify the pressure on her sex.
“Touch you where?” I move my hand, depriving her of my touch altogether. “Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you, my pet.”
“My . . . my clit . . .” The words come out on a breathless moan. I can see the sheen of sweat on her forehead, and I know that my torture is having an effect on her, that the sensations she’s feeling are as intense as I intended.
“All right, baby.” I touch her again, pressing my fingers into her slick folds to stimulate the bundle of nerves with light, even strokes. “Like that?”
“Yes.” She’s breathing faster now, her chest rising and falling as her orgasm approaches. “Yes, just like that . . .” Her voice trails off, her body tightening like a string, and then she cries out, jerking in my arms as she reaches her peak. I hold her through it, keeping the pressure on her clit steady until her contractions abate, and then I reach for another item I have prepared.
It’s a dildo this time, one that’s roughly the size of my own dick. Made of a special blend of silicone and plastic, it’s designed to imitate the feel of human flesh, right down to the skin-like texture on the outside. It’s as close as I will let Nora get to experiencing another man’s cock.
Holding her against me with one arm, I bring the dildo to her sex and position the broad head at her slick, quivering opening. “Tell me what you’re feeling now,” I order her, and begin to push the object in.
She gasps, her breathing quickening again, and I feel her squirming as the large toy slowly enters her pussy. Her fingers clench and unclench against my stomach in an agitated tempo, her nails scratching my skin. “I—I don’t . . .”
“You don’t what?” My tone sharpens as her sentence trails off. “Tell me how it feels to you.”
“It feels . . . thick and hard.” The tremor in her voice stiffens my cock further, making it pulse with hungry need.
“And?” I prompt, pushing the object deeper. The dildo looks almost too big for her delicate body to accept, and the sight of her tight sheath gradually engulfing it is almost painfully erotic.
“And—” she exhales sharply, her head falling back against my shoulder, “—and it feels like it’s stretching me and filling me . . .”
“Yes, baby, that’s right.” By now the dildo is all the way inside her, with only the end sticking out. I reward her for her honesty by rubbing her clit with my fingers, spreading wetness from her dripping opening all around her soft folds. When she’s panting again, her hips undulating against my hand, I stop before she can come and release her from my hold, moving back a bit. Then I push her forward, pressing her face against the mattress, and pull her legs out from underneath her, making her lie flat on her belly.
As much as I want to continue playing with her, I can no longer wait to fuck her.
Deprived of my touch and with her clamped nipples rubbing painfully against the sheets, she whimpers, trying to roll over onto her side. I don’t let her, holding her down with one hand as I shove a pillow under her hips with another. Then I grab lube and squirt it directly on the small, puckered opening between her ass cheeks, right above where the edge of the dildo is protruding from her stretched, glistening pussy.
She tenses, now realizing my intentions, and I slap her ass with one hand, quelling any protest she might’ve been trying to make. “Easy now. You need to tell me how it feels, do you understand me, my pet?”
She whimpers as I straddle her and press the tip of my cock to her tight little asshole, but I feel her trying to relax underneath me, just like I taught her. Anal sex is something she’s still not entirely comfortable with, and her reluctance pleases me in some perverse way. It shows me both how far I’ve come with her training and how far I still have to go.
“Tell me what you’re feeling now.” I deliberately keep the pressure on her clit feather-light. “Tell me, Nora.”
“I . . . I don’t know . . .”
“Tell me how those little nipples feel. I want to hear you say it.” I accompany the demand with a firm pinch of her clit, causing her to cry out and buck against me from the sudden pain.
“They—they still hurt,” she gasps when she recovers, “but it’s different now, less sharp and more like a steady throb . . .”
“Good girl . . .” I stroke her swollen clit gently as a reward. “And what does it feel like when I touch you like this?”
Her small pink tongue comes out again, flicking over her bottom lip. “It feels good,” she whispers, “really good . . . Please, Julian . . .”
“Please what?” I prod, wanting to hear her beg. She has the perfect voice for begging, sweet and innocently sexy. Her pleading affects me in a way that’s just the opposite of what she intends—it makes me want to torment her more.
“Please touch me . . .” She lifts her hips again, trying to intensify the pressure on her sex.
“Touch you where?” I move my hand, depriving her of my touch altogether. “Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you, my pet.”
“My . . . my clit . . .” The words come out on a breathless moan. I can see the sheen of sweat on her forehead, and I know that my torture is having an effect on her, that the sensations she’s feeling are as intense as I intended.
“All right, baby.” I touch her again, pressing my fingers into her slick folds to stimulate the bundle of nerves with light, even strokes. “Like that?”
“Yes.” She’s breathing faster now, her chest rising and falling as her orgasm approaches. “Yes, just like that . . .” Her voice trails off, her body tightening like a string, and then she cries out, jerking in my arms as she reaches her peak. I hold her through it, keeping the pressure on her clit steady until her contractions abate, and then I reach for another item I have prepared.
It’s a dildo this time, one that’s roughly the size of my own dick. Made of a special blend of silicone and plastic, it’s designed to imitate the feel of human flesh, right down to the skin-like texture on the outside. It’s as close as I will let Nora get to experiencing another man’s cock.
Holding her against me with one arm, I bring the dildo to her sex and position the broad head at her slick, quivering opening. “Tell me what you’re feeling now,” I order her, and begin to push the object in.
She gasps, her breathing quickening again, and I feel her squirming as the large toy slowly enters her pussy. Her fingers clench and unclench against my stomach in an agitated tempo, her nails scratching my skin. “I—I don’t . . .”
“You don’t what?” My tone sharpens as her sentence trails off. “Tell me how it feels to you.”
“It feels . . . thick and hard.” The tremor in her voice stiffens my cock further, making it pulse with hungry need.
“And?” I prompt, pushing the object deeper. The dildo looks almost too big for her delicate body to accept, and the sight of her tight sheath gradually engulfing it is almost painfully erotic.
“And—” she exhales sharply, her head falling back against my shoulder, “—and it feels like it’s stretching me and filling me . . .”
“Yes, baby, that’s right.” By now the dildo is all the way inside her, with only the end sticking out. I reward her for her honesty by rubbing her clit with my fingers, spreading wetness from her dripping opening all around her soft folds. When she’s panting again, her hips undulating against my hand, I stop before she can come and release her from my hold, moving back a bit. Then I push her forward, pressing her face against the mattress, and pull her legs out from underneath her, making her lie flat on her belly.
As much as I want to continue playing with her, I can no longer wait to fuck her.
Deprived of my touch and with her clamped nipples rubbing painfully against the sheets, she whimpers, trying to roll over onto her side. I don’t let her, holding her down with one hand as I shove a pillow under her hips with another. Then I grab lube and squirt it directly on the small, puckered opening between her ass cheeks, right above where the edge of the dildo is protruding from her stretched, glistening pussy.
She tenses, now realizing my intentions, and I slap her ass with one hand, quelling any protest she might’ve been trying to make. “Easy now. You need to tell me how it feels, do you understand me, my pet?”
She whimpers as I straddle her and press the tip of my cock to her tight little asshole, but I feel her trying to relax underneath me, just like I taught her. Anal sex is something she’s still not entirely comfortable with, and her reluctance pleases me in some perverse way. It shows me both how far I’ve come with her training and how far I still have to go.
