I fasten the ball gag at the back of her head and then gently press on her shoulders for her to lie down.
She whimpers, wiggling on the bed and arching her neck, trying to adjust herself.
I let my eyes take in her body. Her chest is heaving, and her skin already has a sheen to it. I reach over and turn on the pedestal fan, making sure to help cool her down. I was being honest when I told her this is about pleasing her. I remove the lip gloss that I took from her bathroom, run my fingers through it and then rub it over her pouty lips. It said it has a tingling effect.
I want her confused, overwhelmed with need. Taking away certain senses will heighten others.
Picking up the rubber bands I brought, I open my knife and slice through two of them, cutting them in half. Then I slide one under her left thigh, bringing it around her leg and tying it off.
She whimpers, her leg now shaking as the rubber band pulls tightly on her skin. I repeat it with her other thigh before I trail my fingertips up her trembling leg, making my way to her pussy. My fingers brush her soaked cunt, and I smile. She’s ready.
Picking up my cell, I go to the song I want her to listen to, and then I get started.
EVERETT
My lips are burning, and I have the urge to lick them, but I can’t because of the gag that fills my mouth. The silence is deafening while I lie here squirming, unable to see, talk, or hear. Hell, I can barely move. I concentrate on getting my breathing under control so I don’t panic. The sad part is that I do trust him.
He’s different.Yeah, but for how long? He’ll eventually show his true colors. Some are just better at hiding it than others.
“Angel” by Camylio starts playing in my ears, and I try to close my legs, fighting against the restraints.
Drool has gathered at the back of my throat, and I swallow it, wishing I could at least beg him to fuck me.
I jump when he touches my stomach, slowly running down over my hips and between my wide-open legs. I suck in a ragged breath when his fingers begin to play with my pussy. I’m dripping for him.
My arms ache and my jaw already hurts from the gag, but I can’t help but lift my hips, trying to move my body closer to his touch. Needing more. Why is he being slow? He wasn’t the other times. He was rough and needy. That’s what I want now.
My legs…something is wrapped around my thighs. It hurts. Pinching me? My hands itch to touch it. To see what it is.
The song begins to play again, and I realize it’s on repeat. Is it a sign? Is he trying to tell me something?
I feel his lips on my neck, and I arch it to give him better access, but they’re gone too soon. Frustration has my body trembling.
I try to roll my ankles, but he’s got them strapped in a set of heels. He likes when I wear them for him.
A finger slides into me, and my breath catches when he pushes in a second at an agonizingly slow rate. When a third enters, I’m begging through the gag, mumbling nonsense. My legs flex against the uncomfortable thing wrapped around my thighs.
I gasp when I feel his teeth bite my nipple, the sting making my pussy clench, but I realize it’s not his teeth when the other one stings as well. The cold metal falls to my chest when he links the nipple clamps together.
A cry is ripped from my gagged lips when he slaps my pussy, and I arch my back, twisting and turning in the restraint when he hits it again.
My breath gets stuck in my lungs when he thrusts his fingers into me once again. I want to cry; I need him so badly. The rope pulls on my skin as I fight to close my legs, and my arms have gone numb. If my eyes were open, I’m pretty sure they’d roll back into my head when I feel the vibration on my clit.
A mumbled yelp comes from my burning lips when something pinches my thigh. I gasp for breath when I feel it on the other. A lasting burn lingers, and I wait for it to come again.
I buck my hips, my clit riding the vibration at the same time my legs are stung once more.
There is no warning. Just an orgasm that takes over as my entire body stiffens, and flashes of light blind my covered eyes.
The vibration stops and I try and catch my breath. His hand wraps around my throat, holding my neck down to the bed, and spit flies from the corners of the gag, landing on the mask that covers my face.
I don’t care how pathetic I look right now. I’m his desperate angel, begging for a taste of hell. His hand leaves my neck, and then he’s grabbing the chain off my chest, pulling on my nipples.
A mumbling sob is all I can give when I arch my back to try and ease the pressure. The vibrating returns between my tied legs and once again, I can’t hold back the orgasm that takes my breath away.
I wait for it to stop so I can suck in a ragged breath, but it doesn’t. Instead, it slips inside me, and I shake uncontrollably. My thighs tighten and my pussy clenches on the toy.
I can’t…not again…
