Laying my cheek back down on the head rest, I close my eyes and let out a small moan of appreciation at the sensation before my hips can’t seem to keep still and I start to slowly grind down on those delicious vibrations.
I’d almost forgotten where I was, lost in the heady pleasure of waves of vibrations concentrated exactly as I want them. But then Kiahn steps into my wanton little trance when I hear his hoarse voice ask, “can I watch you, little female?” My eyes flutter open to see him still standing over me at my side. I let out a shaky breath. I was fully lost to the moment then. I probably would have ground my way to orgasm without even thinking. “Can I watch you make yourself come on my bench?”
I peer up at him. His eyes so green and bright - trained on me so intently like my answer could equally ruin him or make him. I nod my head.
And then he’s gone from my sight. I have to find him again in the reflection of the mirror.
And what I see - and now hear - is Prince Kiahn dragging a chair by its back across the floor until it sounds like he stops at ‘the business end’ of the breeding bench - right in front of where my thighs part for him. I suck in a breath. Surely he didn’t mean-
Glancing up at the mirror, I see that yes, that’s exactly what he meant by watching me.
All I can see is his two, black horns raising up from behind my bare ass.
“You’re going to watch… like that?”
“Yes,” he grunts, and he’s sitting so damn close, I can feel his breath on my exposed pussy. “Please, continue. Let me watch you, Niska.”
“Oh, my God.” I bury my face into the crook of my arm, covering my eyes, questioning why that is so hot? Why is the total exposure of his face being so, so incredibly close to my pussy while I get myself off doing it for me? Shouldn’t I feel shame?
Because I don’t.
I feel… worshiped in a way.
I can feel the heat of Kiahn’s breath ghost across my inner thighs and start to rock harder against the vibrating pad.
“Fuuuck,you are a pretty sight,” he curses. “Keep going, little bride.”
I turn my heated face into the silky padding and breathe out his name on a moan.
“I’m here. I’m right here, watching your beautiful little cunt.”
I groan louder, feeling my pleasure tighten like a wind-up toy, ready to release and burst with energy.
Suddenly, I can feel every breath of Kiahn’s. Is he inching closer? The fact that I’m strapped down and can’t see exactly what he’s doing is only heightening every sensation for me. “Good little female, that’s it,” he coos to my pussy, and I can feel every word caress my flesh, sending goosebumps up my spine.
I ride that little vibrating pad harder, grinding my way closer to orgasm. A quick glance up at the mirror has me doing a double-take. Kiahn’s horns are there as before, my ass obstructing my view of his face, but, lower, beneath the bulk of my bench, I can see his splayed legs, and how his cock stands proud through his open fly. My eyes hone in on where Kiahn’sbig hand wraps around his straining shaft, leisurely stroking up, and down, almost like he’s teasing out his own pleasure as he watches me. Or maybe it’s that he couldn’t help but allow himself this? This touch that his body begged him for.
The thought that Kiahnhadto touch himself while watching me only serves to spur me on, so I hitch the vibrations up a notch on the control pad, and moan as the tingling sensation concentrated at my clit spreads wider throughout my body. I groan his name again, listening to the quiet, rhythmicclink, clink, clinkof the fastening buckles on my thigh straps as I buck and grind as much as I can, desperately trying to make myself come.
And I can feel it building. The vibrations, the hot breath on my pussy and thighs, being strapped down, the fact that Kiahn is sitting right there, slowly stroking himself as he gets a very up-close-and-personal show.
“Thaaat’s it,” Kiahn coos. “That’s my good girl. Your pretty cunt is going to be so nice, and wet, and relaxed for me once you finish, isn’t it?”
I whimper at his filthy words and buck my hips against my restraints. All the sensations ratcheting up, up, up, until all he has to do is curl his huge, warm hand around one of my thighs and stroke his thumb back and forth across my skin in encouragement. “Come on, that’s it, pretty girl.”
And I’mgone.
The tension snapped inside of me with a strangled squeal. My hips jerk to a stuttering stop as the little padded bump beneath me continues to gently buzz away while I try to catch my breath.
My pulse whooshes in my ears as I try to calm. Someone mutters a soft‘fuck’, and I’m still so delirious from my orgasm high, I’m not sure if it came frommymouth or Kiahn’s.
His thumb is still slowly sweeping back and forth on the back of my thigh, barely brushing at the seam where my leg curves up to my ass. It’s such a tiny gesture, but I can’t help feel like he means it as ‘a job well done’, like he’s praising me for getting myself off and letting him watch - a notion that only serves to stir me up again.
he’s still back there. I can feel his breath. He’s still staring at my sated pussy. And, just as the high of my orgasm starts to recede, and this whole set up starts to venture into awkward territory, I hear Kiahn’s hoarse request;
“Can I taste it, little female?”
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