“There won’t be any,” she promised again.
“Your hands don’t count?” I asked.
“No, my hands, nor my teeth, count as instruments, sweet pet. They are a part of me,” she explained calmly, reasonably.
“That feels like a loophole,” I complained, and received a small humorous hum and another stinging slap on the opposite cheek.
I screamed more in surprise than pain.
“I suppose it is,” she replied, and ran her hand over my stinging cheek and down, running through my folds.
“You’re quite wet,” she commented, and dipped one long finger inside of me.
I moaned in pleasure and pushed down onto her as much as the restrains would allow, which was near nothing. It frustrated me. I could hardly move my hips.
I groaned in displeasure as Selene removed her finger.
“Such a greedy little slut, moaning and grinding so easily for me,” she said, and I felt my face heat from embarrassment.
“Now, I’m going to adjust you slightly, pet,” she said as I felt cold leather drag under my waist and be fastened at my back—a belt of some sorts.
“Is that a belt?” I asked, curiously.
“Yes. It will make sure you don’t manage to wriggle away,” she answered.
“I thought that’s what the rope and ties were for?” I asked.
“They are,” she answered, and I huffed in frustration.
Selene continued back to the chest, and I heard a clicking and brief motor-like sound. I felt the bed dip behind me as Selene climbed onto the bed. She pulled at the belt around my waist, and I felt a part of the belt be pulled down between my parted legs.
“Try and lift your hips a little bit.”
I did as she asked and felt something circular and firm press tightly between my folds and against my clit.
“There, like that, such a good girl.”
She kissed my butt cheek, and I wriggled and laughed, enjoying the praise and affection and the way whatever Selene had locked in place between my legs gave relief to my growing arousal.
“We’ll start slow,” she said, and the there was a click.
I flinched in surprise as a soft buzzing started between my legs. The sensation was pleasant, and my hips sank into the pillows that elevated them.
“That’s the first setting of this vibrator. How does it feel?” she asked.
“Good,” I moaned and tried to press myself harder against the vibrator.
“Would you like some more?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” I answered and nodded.
Another click and more buzzing. I groaned loudly—it was intense but blissful.
Another click. The buzzing was considerably louder, far more intense against my clit. I tried to pull away, for just a moments relief, but couldn’t.
Another click.
“It’s too much,” I cried out, my hips trying to pull away and failing as any small movement I could make, the vibrator followed.
