“Very pretty,” Max says quietly, stroking his thumb over my heated skin.
He unlatches my ankles from the cuffs and pulls my knees under me, spreading my legs wider. I tug a little at my hands, the discomfort in my shoulders starting to burn, but he either doesn’t notice or chooses to let me suffer. Probably the latter. His palm slides over my ass, then travels down. Two fingers glide through my slit.
“Wait—” I gasp, but he doesn’t. He continues forward, heedless of my protest, and two of his fingers circle over my clit. Once, twice, three times… I shake my head and tense all of my muscles to prevent the pleasure from consuming me, butGod, it’s hard.
Max notices my resistance and rubs harder. I stiffen even more, trying to stave off my orgasm, and by somemiracle, I succeed. I manage to pull my mind away from my body and dissociate from the pleasure, which makes Max rubeven faster.
“I want an orgasm out of you before I fuck you,” he says roughly. “Give it to me, Flame.”
I don’t. I hold it back with all my might until, eventually, he pulls away. Relief fills me, and I sag into the mattress, exhaustion loosening my limbs. I feel like I’ve just gone ten rounds in a fight, not like I got a flogging followed by Max’s unsuccessful attempt to make me come.
“The hard way it is, then,” he says.
The bed dips under his weight, and I hear thepopof a bottle cap opening. Vague recognition sets off alarm bells in my mind, and then, something cool drizzles over my ass crack.
“Next time you disobey, you don’t get lube,” he warns. Something cool presses to my rosebud, circling the lubricant around, and my eyes widen.
“Wait—”
Again,he doesn’t. Pain and pleasure collide as he starts pressing the plug forward, slowly but surely, until my ass gapes around the thickest part and closes over the end. The feeling is as jarring as the first time he shoved a plug in there—I feel incredibly,uncomfortablyfull, a constant pressure reminding me of the plug’s presence.
“I’m going to introduce you to a fun form of play,” Max says, flicking the plug, which sets off a shiver in my body. “Forced orgasms.”
Forced—what?
“I was going to get one out of you. Now, I’m going to keep going until I’m bored, which will take a while.”
“Wait,” I say. “Max,I—”
“Too late. I’m not interested in your protests. Again, Ember, it’s all about actions and reactions. You didn’t obey; now I’m going to have fun.”
I hear a click, followed by a low buzzing sound that fills the room. I start to struggle against my bonds in earnest, desperately writhing and trying to escape what I know Max is about to do to me, but the cuffs have no give.
“Come whenever you like,” Max says. “You’ve already edged yourself sufficiently, after all.”
He spreads my labia and presses the round, bulbous vibrator straight to my clit. Iscream. My vision blurs, my limbs go so tense my muscles start to ache, and then, I orgasmexplosivelyhard. The sensations are too much. My entire body shivers, trembles, and twitches. My ass clenches around the plug, over and over again, until it feels like I’m going to pass out.
The vibrations dial down two notches. I slump into the bedspread, twitching, hypersensitized but unable to move away from theincrediblypowerful vibrations. Even on a lower setting, they’re too much. My clit is aching to the point of pain, but Max has no mercy. He spreads my folds even wider, angles the vibrator harder, and when I come again, I’m almost certain the orgasm is going to kill me.
He doesn’t give me a break, or reprieve. Not when I scream, not when I beg him to stop, or scream again. It’s like he can’t evenhearme. He has one task in his mind, and one task alone; making me orgasm as many times as he wants.
And he succeeds.
By the time he pulls the vibrator away, my entire body is covered in sweat, and I’ve long-since passed the point of exhaustion. I’m completely obliterated, my body lax aside from a persistent shiver. Themagic Max works with his hands and tongue is incredible—but using a toy on me just feelscruelin its intensity.
He tosses the vibrator aside. I hear a rustle of fabric, and then, his monster-cock is prodding insistently at my entrance.
He’s rock hard, and I’m so wet, I can feel it making a puddle on the floor. I’m drenched, and I’m nearly ready to pass out from the sensations. My mind feels fuzzy, distant, and hums with a strange, floaty sensation. My body is hypersensitized from my scalp all the way to the tips of my toes.
My eyes are drooping from exhaustion—I want to curl up and pass out, but Max isn’t done with me yet. It seems everything he’s done so far is just a precursor for what comes next.
Instead of sliding inside me, he slips his cock forward and teases my clit with the swollen tip. I let out a tortured, exhausted groan, which makes him release a sensual chuckle rough with lust.
“Sensitive, are we?” he hisses in a breath. His fingers dig into the burning globes of my ass, and I let out a small sob, trembling beneath him. He teases my clit over and over and over again, until another, smaller orgasm tears a moan from my lips and intensifies my shivering.Then, he starts slowly sinking into me, one torturous inch at a time. I arch and writhe, groaning under my breath, desperately wriggling my hands and releasing a small whimper of discomfort. Max takes pity on me, unlatching the chain connecting the cuffs. My arms fall limply by my sides. My hands are only free for a moment before he reconnects the chain, this time, above my head. He gives me the small mercy of letting me stretch out my arms.
“Keep them there, or they go behind your back again,” he says, squeezing my wrists together and pinning them to the mattress. I moan, low and exhausted. I don’t think I could move them if I tried.Having multiple forced orgasms is enough to well and truly tire me out.
“My, my, that vibrator really did the trick, hmm?” he says, his voice taunting. His finger flicks at the base of the butt plug. “Fuck. I can feel the plug sliding along my cock,” he groans. “You must be stretched to your absolute limits.”
