My head flopped more than nodded, but it got the point across. “Yes, Gio.”
He continued to tease me that way for so long that I lost track of time. He fiddled with the levels of vibration, sometimes running it all the way to its max to where I could feel the gyrations all over my body from my head to my toe. More times than one I felt like it would be impossible to hold back the orgasm. My eyes watered and I whined as I fought to keep it back, then he’d drop the vibration again and start over, bringing me right to the edge before backing down again.
I bit down on my lap, wanting desperately to beg him to let me come, but not wanting to break the rules. It was so difficult; I nearly bit a hole in my lip.
But then I got the order.
“Come, Avion.”
He ramped the vibration as high as it would go, and it split me in half. I tossed my head back, feeling actual drool sliding down my cheek as I shook through my orgasm. It lifted me high off the ground and then sent me crashing back down over and over until I thought I was going to pass out. I’d never experienced anything so incredible before. I was drowning in ecstasy. For all those moments were fighting back my orgasm physically hurt, finally letting it go brought me far past cloud nine.
Gio’s hands gently touched my skin, singing along with his voice which said, “Good girl. You’re following the rules so well.”
Just the feeling of his fingertips against me made me twitch. I was hyper-sensitized from the treatment, but it hurt in the best kind of way. He slid his way behind me, and I could feel the length of him stabbing between my legs. He was hot and leaking, and I couldn’t imagine how desperatehemust have been for pleasure.
He wrapped his hands around and started to massage my breasts. “What should we do next, beautiful?”
All I could do was be honest. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Ahh.” His breath flicked across my ear. “Be specific.”
“Please,” I said. “Please fuck me, Gio.”
He kissed the side of my neck. “As you wish.”
Without pulling the vibrator out, Gio lined himself up to my entrance and started to push his way in. He was well endowed and stretched me to my limit alongside the egg that was already inside of me. The heat of his girth seared my walls and had me crying out with pleasure. It was so much better than I thought it would be to finally have him inside of me, and very briefly, he broke character.
“Fuck,” he huffed, dropping his head against my shoulder, “I wasn’t prepared.”
I dropped my head back against him. “Me either.”
The vibrator came back to life a few seconds after that, rumbling me from inside out, blending with the feeling of Gio stretching me, and introducing me to new realms of pleasure. He set it at a medium level of vibration and then dug his hands into my hips and started to thrust in and out of me. My jaw fell open and I desperately wanted to moan, but nothing would come out. Gio was reaching deep inside of me, hitting all the best spots and stirring me up so well that I forgot my own name. All I was in that moment was pleasure personified.
His fast thrusts would suddenly get slow, pushing all the way in before pulling all the way out and repeating the process. He was letting out grunts each time he was buried fully, and I realized it wasn’t me he was trying to keep from releasing, it was himself.
Eventually, however, it must have been too much to hold back. I was already on the edge myself but was holding back for the amazing release that I knew it gave me when Gio said, “You’re squeezing me too tight. I’m gonna come.”
“Should I come before, or after you, Gio?” I asked.
“Fuck,” he huffed. “You’re way too good at this.” The vibration in the egg ramped up to max power again, another reward for a pleasurable answer. “Come now.”
That was all it took for me to spill over yet again, that orgasm even better than the others if it was even possible. I whimpered my way through it, letting out a particularly loud moan when Gio snatched himself out of me in one long tug, and moments later I felt the feeling of his seed painting across my back, his moans like honey in my ear.
Turning the vibrator off first, he dropped his head against my shoulder again, and I could feel him breathing in and out deeply, trying to catch his breath, the same as mine.
If that was what it meant to be his sub, I coulddefinitelymake that work.
After taking a few moments to recover, Gio lifted his hands to where mine were tied and released the binds. “Your arms will probably be sore. Be careful,” he warned in a soft, warm voice. Bringing my arms down, they were pretty sore, but it was worth it. “Wait here,” he said, then slid from behind me.
I hadn’t read much about what happenedaftera dom and sub session, but it wasn’t at all what I expected. Gio brought a warm, wet cloth over and wiped his remnants off my back, then guided me down to sit on the edge of his bed before he took the blindfold off. He was being sweet, and gentle, massaging my arms of the soreness they gathered from being held up, carefully pulling the vibrator out, and assuring me I was the only one who’d ever used that one.
“What’d you think?” he asked. “Something you’re into?”
I scoffed. “Is that a joke? What part of that was bad?”
He just smiled and shook his head. “I knew it. You’re the perfect sub.”
I reached my hands forward and ran them through his hair. “I’ll take it.” At first, he pulled back from my touch, but then relaxed and leaned into it. “I’m sorry, should I not have done that.”
