This is Who I Am
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His icy eyes met hers. “I have bigger plugs. If I have to work hard to put one in, I might as well use one that will make you yell.” His palm hit her bottom with a resounding slap.
Like fireworks, the stinging sparkled into beauty. The buzzing alcohol in her veins made it even better. A sigh escaped as the feeling faded.
“Relax and push out, or I’ll see how big of a plug you can take.” His expression was…amused. He enjoyed making her anxious. He’d like making her yell. A quiver ran through her that held more need than fear. Gritting her teeth, she complied.
“That a girl.” His gravelly laugh raised goose bumps on her arms. He started to work the plug in, pushing, easing out, pushing.
It felt so depraved, so sinfully carnal, having him see her, touch her in such a private place. And as he played with her, his deep, focused gaze wandered from her face and down her body to where his hand pushed the plug against her anus.
Her nipples tried to peak, making the clamps pinch harder. Her voice came out shaky. “Please. Just…just put it in.”
“Safer for you if I go slow and stretch you out.” His eyes gleamed. “Besides, I like drawing it out.”
Her attempt to kick him earned her a swat on her ass.
The burn expanded into a sharp pleasure, quickening her breathing.
He continued. Each advance of the plug stretched and burned, reaching a disconcerting, erotic tightness. Then it plopped into place.
She closed her eyes and squirmed, feeling as if it were pushing all the way to her tonsils. Too full, too much.
“Look at me, girl.”
Her eyes met his merciless ones. “I’m going to fuck you while that’s in your ass.”
Oh God. He was so big. With the plug… Terror and lust made her shiver.
A crease appeared in his cheek, but the way he brushed his knuckles over her cheek was heart-stoppingly tender.
After he unrestrained the leg chained to the headboard, he clipped it to a chain on the edge of the bed. When he finished, her arms were still restrained over her head, her knees were raised, and her ankles pulled toward the sides of the mattress. The high wedge tilted her crotch embarrassingly high in the air…and rubbed on the plug. She tried to lift up. Didn’t work.
He settled between her knees. “Been looking forward to tasting you all night.”
Her face flushed even as her bones went limp.
He bent forward and ran his tongue over her pussy before his lips closed around her clit. She’d already been aroused from everything he’d done, and she gasped as an inferno lit inside her. His tongue flickered over the top of her clit. Then he sucked, licked, sucked. Her insides coiled, and as she clenched, the plug set off odd sensations, sending her higher. The pressure built and suddenly, without warning, she came.
So quick. As she recovered her breath, she frowned. All that work for a fast orgasm?
Expecting him to let her loose, she realized he was adjusting the Velcro strap on her right thigh. He picked up one of the clamps that dangled from thick twine. Oh, heck, she’d forgotten that thing. Her legs involuntarily tried to close and got nowhere.
Something bit like teeth on her right labia and kept biting. “Ow!”
He’d put the clamp on her down there. Another clamp went on next to the first. Her back arched as the stinging expanded, billowing upward through her body, changing into liquid heat.
One more. And then he started on the left labia.
Her entire pussy was a river of pain, filled with an unstoppable current of pleasure, taking her out of herself. Leaving her adrift like a paddleless canoe.
Leaving her in Sam’s control. As her eyes met his, she let go and let herself be swept away.
After a minute—hours, years—she felt a tugging down there. She lifted her head.
He was tightening the thick twine between the clamps and the thigh straps, pulling her labia open to expose her entrance and clit. A cool wash of air brushed over normally hidden places and contrasted with the burn of the clamps circling them.
“Like those, do you?” He was studying her reactions, his gaze moving again from her face to her breasts, her hands, her body. His eyes were the same blue as in the hottest part of a flame. “Say my name, Linda.”
“Sam.” Her voice was breathless but clear enough to gain a smile.
“Good girl.”
How could she need his approval so much? Want it and work for it? But she did.
He slid the small dildo-vibrator inside her vagina, angling it, and set it to a low hum. The vibrations didn’t feel like anything special…until he leaned down and licked over her clit.
Oh mercy. With the touch of his tongue, the nub felt as if it were being teased from two sides. As it swelled, she felt as if its size was doubling or even tripling.
Sam tormented her clit, circling up and over, forcing Linda back into arousal as if she’d never come a few minutes before. Her body’s attempt to move, to tighten, pulled on the labia clamps. The burst of pain soared right into sheer bliss with not a second between.
As she shuddered, her hips strained to lift to his mouth. The sensations came too fast to process, shoving her up and up until her body contracted like a fist as the fireworks of an orgasm shot upward, then sparkled through every cell inside her. So magnificent.
As she floated down to earth, she felt the bed under her, the aching in her nipples and labia. She opened her eyes. “Heavens, that was…” She frowned at the laughter in his eyes as he turned off the vibrator. “What are you planning?”
“Just more of the same, missy. Nothing special.”
More? She’d come twice in only a few minutes, and her heart still hammered. “I don’t think so.”
He leaned forward between her knees to lick her breasts and nibble on the compressed peaks before pushing her breasts together.
As the teeth of the clamps dug into her areolae, she groaned. He continued.
By the time he finished, a freeway of electricity sizzled up and down between her pussy and her breasts, and heat wafted upward from her skin as if her blood was boiling inside her veins.
He sat back on his heels, studied her for a second, and grinned. “Ready for another round?”
She was. How could she want more?
Nodding as if she’d answered, he flipped the G-spot vibrator to a setting that created a roller coaster, up and down, of vibrations.
When his mouth closed on her clit, she jumped. Too much, too sensitive.
Ignoring her squirming attempts to evade his tongue, he mercilessly worked her up, rubbing the sides. Toying with her.
The restraints held her limbs still, the wedge tilted her up. Clamps on her pussy held her so open. Every step he’d taken had left her more exposed, positioned right where he could force her to come for his own enjoyment. The bone-deep knowledge that he was playing with her, doing just as he wanted, sent her arousal spiraling out of control. “Sam,” she whispered.
He lifted his head, meeting her gaze, the demand in his expression perfectly clear. Give me everything.
The breath she pulled in shuddered through her, feeling as if it cracked something deep inside her.
His diamond-blue gaze warmed. Leaning down, he took her clit between his lips and sucked on the tip as hard as he did on her breasts.
“Aaaaaah!” Her back arched, held, held, as the orgasm blasted through her without finesse, without mercy. Her arms tugged on the chains. Then she went limp. A fine sweat covered her body, chilling her as it cooled.
Sitting back, he flicked the vibrator off. His hands were warm as he stroked her hips. “Pretty Linda.” His gaze ran over her as he smiled.
Her pulse was roaring in her head, and each heaving breath pulled on the clamps. The alcohol was definitely gone.
He pulled his shirt off. Such broad shoulders. A muscular chest with a six-pack that a twenty-year-old would envy. All man. And with an erection that bulged his jeans. Why wasn’t he inside her? Satisfying his own need.
She swallowed against a dry throat. “Can I… Will you let me please you?” Everything in her wanted to give him the same joy he gave her. Making him happy satisfied her in ways she’d never be able to describe. “It’s your turn, honey. I’ve had enough.” Trying to entice him, she licked her lips.
“Not yet.” His eyes held hers. “I’ll tell you when you’ve come enough.” He played with the vibrator settings, choosing one with a continuous heavy buzz.
She could feel it, enjoy it, but her body was finished and not reacting. “I’m pretty sure that’s it for me, Sam. Let me—”
“Pretty sure it’s not.” He lifted a…thing…from the floor. A giant vibrator with a mushroom head the size of a girl’s fist.
After turning it on, he pressed the head lightly between the labia clamps and against her exposed clit.
“Sam!” The vibrations were so intense her clit felt zapped by jolts of electricity.
As he rolled it back and forth, everything in her clenched and, like a flash fire, exploded into a brutal orgasm. Her scream echoed off the walls.
He turned everything off.
She felt as if her body was sinking into the mattress. Perspiration had wet the hair at her temples and behind her neck. “I’m done. Really.”
“Nope.”
He did it again. She came.
And again. She came. Oh God. She groaned as she roused from the last orgasm. How could something feel so good that her whole body ached? Her voice came out a moan. “Can’t. No m-more left.”