I yelp as the butt plug in my ass springs to life with very strong vibrations. It’s overwhelmingly intense. Probably because my insides are still all tingly and tender from his cock.
See? I knew he would figure out the remote quickly! He is so impressively clever.
Grinning, I climb onto the bed. I straddle him and rest my cuffed hands on his stomach. It’s only fair that he sees close up exactly what he is doing to me.
I hiss as the butt plug vibrates harder. Carlo’s lips twitch. A faint curl at the corner.
The plug switches from a continuous buzz to a throbbing rhythm. Waves of pleasure instead of a blast of sensation. My lungs stutter through a gasp.
Carlo’s eyes light up.
“You like it slow and steady,” he murmurs. His tone is one of confirming, not discovering.
My soul ignites. It blazes with life and perfect joy. Incandescent and all-consuming. I knew Carlo was my soulmate. He already knows everything about me. He’s been paying attention. Taking notes. This is divine confirmation of everything I hold dear.
My cock is so hard it is leaking. It’s been hard for so long. All through my livestream while Carlo was inside me.
I suppose I could kind of stroke it with my hands cuffed together, but it would be tricky, and more importantly, it would be cheating. And I’m not a cheater.
My hips rock. They roll, moving my ass cheeks over the skin of Carlo’s stomach, and moving the plug inside me.
Carlo grunts. His face is flushed. His eyes bright. My wonderful husband is enjoying this, and that makes me so very proud.
The vibrations inside me surge, they press against that special spot, and my orgasm erupts. Out of nowhere. No warning at all. I whimper through it while my cock paints Carlo’s abs with cum.
I shudder and jerk.
The vibrations don’t ease. They don’t wane, fade or stop. They continue. Steady. Relentless in a devastating rhythm.
I shoot Carlo a pleading look. He grins. Malevolence glowing in his eyes, bringing out all the hazel shades of his iris.
My stomach flips over. My love really does want to assert himself. Take back control. It is only fair after how hard I have been pushing him.
A new wave of sensation crashes over me, leaving me even more sensitive. I throw my head back and wail. My hips are twisting now, trying to get away from the merciless throbbing on my delicate insides.
Suddenly the buzzing slows. My lungs heave, gasping for air, but then I’m crying out as my body is hit anew. The vibrations even stronger than before.
My body bucks and writhes. Helpless mewls pour out of me. Then everything goes white as I cum again. Every muscle in my body locks and goes rigid. It hurts, but it also feels so good.
Dizziness swirls. The vibrations are slow now. Barely there. But far too much for my agitated nerve endings. A tease on my body that wants to calm down. A caress of just enough to keep me squirming, but not enough to do anything else.
“Carlo!” I whimper.
He chuckles darkly. “Why should I listen to you, little menace, when you don’t listen to me?”
It’s a fair point. A very fair point. And an extremely fun one. Carlo taking control is a thousand times better than my wildest and dirtiest dreams. He is a sexy, experienced man. He’s not going to hurt me. I can surrender, submit, and allow him to make both of us feel good.
The buzzing moves to a new beat. Fast. Ruthless. Demanding.
Pain and pleasure are swirling and consuming. I’m sobbing and screaming.
“You’ve got one more for me, little menace. I know you do. Stop fighting it and give it to me.”
An unholy noise pours out of my soul as my balls clench and my cock bounces. Only a dribble comes out.
The butt plug slows to an awful pattern. A long gap of mercy, then an intense blast of brutality.
“Look at me, Ginni.”
