“Uh-huh. It’s so good, Sir.”
“Pain rating?”
“Excellent eight.”
He chuckles, kisses my temple, and rubs my back. It’s a gentle, soothing gesture.
“That’s going to make me sleepy.” My voice sounds like I’m almost asleep or drunk. I hope he can still understand what I’m saying.
Somehow, Stefan manages to support me and reach the fan to turn it up. Then he yanks two of the pegs clamped to my thighs off at once. My eyes slam open, my head jerks up, and I cry out.
“Do you like pain here?” he asks, slipping a finger between my legs to caress my arse hole.
I swallow. “Do you mean dry finger play?”
He bites my chin. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
“I’m… not sure…”
“Do you want to try?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He presses his finger against my hole. “This time, you can come when you’re ready.”
My gut twists with disappointment, but considering how exhausted I feel, sound, and probably look, I know it’s the right call. “Thank you, Sir.”
He pushes his finger inside me. Fuck, it hurts. My arse screams with pain, and my muscles go crazy around his finger.
“Yellow.”
He pauses as I pant, sob, and moan against his shoulder. I press my fingers against his back, probably hard enough to leave small bruises.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “Just… go slow.”
“I can do that.”
He waits a little longer before pushing a tiny bit further. I whimper and dig my fingers harder against his back. My stomach muscles are cramping and uncramping. My eyes are stinging and watering. Yet thanks to the pain, I’m more turned on than ever. I’m quivering. My balls are tight, my cock aches, and I know an orgasm is right around the corner. I don’t want to take those last steps towards it. I want this sensation to last forever.
Stefan buries his finger a little deeper at the exact same moment he knocks the remaining pegs off my thighs. The sharper pain distracts me from the burning in my arse. He pulls the same trick a second time, knocking the pegs on my arms against the wall to dislodge them as he shoves his finger deeper into my arse. There’s only one peg left. My body is on fire, yet I’m shivering from the force of the fan. I’m a trembling wreck. I’m delirious with desire, and I’ve never been happier.
He strokes his finger over my P-spot, and I come undone. My orgasm bursts out of me on a long groan, which morphs into a cry as he removes the final peg from my balls. The muscles in my stomach and groin convulse beautifully as I ride the tsunami and empty my load. Every muscle in my body falls asleep. Stefan catches me. He sits and holds me in his arms. I try to fight the inevitable, but I can’t keep my eyes open.
“Thank you, Sir.” My words are unintelligible.
Everything is fading. I’m in his arms, but I’m floating. My body is sore but satisfied. Even though I can’t move, I feel safe in his arms. I don’t feel trapped like I normally do after so hard an orgasm.
I try again. “Thank you, Sir.”
He strokes the hair away from my sweat-soaked brow and kisses me gently. “You’re welcome. Sleep now.”
I obey his command. My eyes clamp shut, and my consciousness is set adrift.
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