Sasha Ramirez
Say Please…
“Fuck!” I shouted as a jolt of pure white pleasure shot through me. My body bowed and my back arched as I felt myself buck up against him without meaning to. His hand remained firmly pressed over the maddening device that seemed to have sucked down and latched over my clit. The suction increased, and I felt something inside me surge. “Oh, God! Oh God! Fuck!” The muscles of my thighs strained and clenched as I arched and strained toward him. He couldn’t have had the thing on me for more than ten seconds and already I could feel an orgasm mounting.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! There! Yes! Right there!”
Never!Never in my entire freaking life had anything hit the spot quite so quickly. Barely another second had ticked by, and I felt a thousand lightbulbs go off behind my eyelids. “Oh, my God…Oohhh…!” I clamped my thighs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back as he stood solidly between my legs, focused on my pussy. My cheeks had flushed with a tingling heat that extended all the way down to my chest.
“Oh…wow…” I twisted my head from side to side as I caught my breath again.
“Good?” he said, his emerald eyes glinting as he watched my face. I licked my lips and nodded, still too tingly to be thinking about shame right now.
“Mmm…yeah…that was amazing.” I stifled a grin.Heck!Who knew that little thing could pack such a powerful punch? Maybe this assignment wasn’t such a terrible thing after all, I thought to myself. Luxury apartment, high fashion wardrobe, hot guy giving me pleasure. Maybe I could get used to this. I squirmed a little beneath his hand, where it remained cupped over my mound. “Um…thank you,” I said, not sure what the next step should be. Did I clamber down and give him head or something? The idea didn’t bother me at all somehow. His eyes remained on my face as he angled his hand slightly.
“Oh!” Another shudder began to unfurl. “Oh…Oh!” The buzzing hadn’t abated, he’d just moved it slightly, but as my breath returned, he redirected it to where my clit was still throbbing. The moment it connected, I was flat on my back again, and then my body became a taut bow as the sensations tore into me. “Oh, God! Fuck! Yes! Yes! There! Fuck!” Where the hell was that voice coming from? I didn’t care; I was coming again, even harder this time, if that was possible.
“Is this what you needed, sweetness?” he asked, and I moaned out loud.Absolutely, yes.Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember when last I’d had an orgasm – of any intensity. This was through the freaking roof. Two in a row felt like Christmas and New Year’s all rolled into one. I was pretty sure I was grinning goofily by now. He hadn’t bothered to shift his hand at all this time; the intensity remained there as I came down and then shot back up again. “Oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck!”Three? Are you kidding me? Three in a row?“Yes! Goddammit! Three…fuck!”Shit,I said that out loud… he was laughing at me. I could see it in his eyes.
I could barely think straight, let alone worry about the fact that he had access to every inch of me. Any other time and I’d be dying a thousand mortified deaths, but somehow this was different. Probably because it was all necessary to save my brother. That was it.
“Oh, freak, that was intense,” I finally mumbled.
“You think so?” he asked. “You’ve bare reached halfway to the top setting.” I shook my head in disbelief. My thighs were quivering with the exertion of tensing and flexing and clinging around him. “And because you were disobedient…” His words hung for a second. “We’re going all the way.” He winked and realization dawned.
“No!” I tried to raise myself onto my elbows and push myself up. “It’s enough. I’m done.”
“I’ll say when you’re done,” he replied coolly, and put a hand to my chest, pressing me firmly back down. I barely resisted, though everything in me told me to scramble away. He’d reached for my nipple, tweaking it sharply as he adjusted the dial on what had just become my new worst enemy. Or best friend. The suction hit me again, and I wailed and bucked at him. Between his fingers on my nipple and the shock waves through my clit, I could hardly take a breath. My arms flailed out beside me, and I scrabbled for something to clutch onto, reaching around and grasping the edges of the counter as I levered myself up. He pressed me back down, adjusted the setting and fixed it more securely around my exploding clit.
I all-out screamed. If there were words to describe the sensation, there was no way I could think of them at that moment. I completely lost track of the number of times my body jolted into yet another climax. He watched as I twisted and writhed against him, his expression unreadable. He’d released my nipple and dropped his hand, sliding a finger into my sopping pussy. My pussy muscles clenched around him as if begging for more. More what?
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he said hoarsely. Dripping? I was melting. Even my frantic gyrations had grown feeble as I tried to regain control over my cramping muscles.
“Please…” I pleaded.
“Please what?” he asked. Honestly, I had no idea. “Please, more?” he chuckled and pressed his finger deeper as he applied the gadget more firmly. The sensation that formed was different this time, a grasping from deep within as my inner muscles contracted around him. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he prompted.
Oh, God, yes…I’d never wanted anything more in my whole damn life.He shifted a little, and I heard the sound of the device go up in pitch. Between his finger and the suction, I was no more than a puddle of pleasure.
“There you are, Sweetness,” he murmured. “That’s as high as it goes. I knew you could do it.” I could barely respond with more than a strangled cry. His finger was pistoning into me so wetly I could hear the clasping sounds. The only thing that might feel better would be—
“Please…” I spasmed hard around him and felt tears streaking my cheeks.
“Do you want my cock in you?” he asked, his voice silky.
Yes! Fuck yes!
I couldn’t say it. Why couldn’t I say it?
He latched over my clit, and fingered me firmly, teasing out another climax as I sobbed and tossed my head. My thighs now hung limply; there was no fight left in me to move.
“I can’t…I can’t…” I groaned hoarsely. “Please…”
“Alright, then,” he said. And stopped abruptly. It was as if the world had ceased spinning on its axis and I was about to fall off the globe. Or maybe I was the one spinning. Who knew? After the screaming mayhem of mind-blowing sensations, the sudden stop was almost like a deafening silence.
He stepped away and gazed down at me, raising a hand and sucking his fingers into his mouth.
“Yes…sweet…like heaven. As I imagined.”
I couldn’t respond. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.
“Will you forget again tomorrow?” he asked. I shook my head feebly. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how I’d survive until tomorrow. “Good,” he said, then strolled to the oven where my roast chicken had finally reached perfection. He pulled open the door, reached for an oven mitt, and extracted the casserole dish. “Good job,” he said, and I knew he was talking about the food. I still hadn’t gathered the strength to get up off the counter. I watched as he extracted a carving knife from a nearby draw, carved off a drumstick and took a bite. Strong white teeth tore into the flesh, and I was mesmerized. Or semi-conscious. Who could tell?
He raised the drum in a semblance of a salute and strolled toward the outer edge of the kitchen area. “Thanks for dinner,” he said. “Go get some sleep.”
And then he was out of the room and gone from sight.
