This time, I contain the shivers when the toy returns. Satisfied with his work, Lex moves back, his eyes locked on the pink toy. Fuck… It’s settled in a precarious balance, standing upright on the mattress and leaning against my clit for balance. If I move even a little, it’ll fall.
“Since you’re being bratty,” he starts with a dangerously low voice, “we’ll play a little game to remind you who’s in charge right now.” I have to make a conscious effort to understand what he’s saying. The entirety of my mind is focused on not moving my hips. “Do you want to hear the rules of the game, Andrea?” I nod, quenching a moan. “Use that pretty tongue.”
“Yes, give me the rules,” I implore.
“I will only start fucking you once you’ve come like this. So, if you want to have my cock inside of you, you’d better stay very still.”
Oh God… I’m not near an orgasm yet, and it’s already hard to remain unmoving. It’ll be impossible not to jolt or writhe as I get closer. And he’s perfectly aware of that. I don’t protest, adamant to do my best and win his little game. My nod makes him smile widely.
I’m surprised when he moves away, then shocked when he grabs an armchair from a corner and nonchalantly drags it to the foot of the bed. He aligns it with my sprawled body and sits on it, an undying smirk lingering on his face. Oh, so he’s ready for it to last a while? I’ll prove him wrong.
My head falls back on the mattress, and I close my eyes, determined to focus every brain cell I have on not moving. The issue is… the more I focus on not moving, the less I focus on the pleasure. Which means I could stay like this for hours and still not come. But whenever I let myself go enough to enjoy it, my body reacts, and the toy falls over.
Four times. The toy falls and returns four fucking times, and I’m growing more and more frustrated. We literally just started. I can’t let him win already.
Lex patiently returns it to its place every time, aware that I can’t win this. If I could press my legs together, even just a little, then I’d not only hold the toy but also bring it harder on my clit. But I can’t. He left me no room to move at all.
That’s why I resort to using the only card I have up my sleeve. Unmoving, I fake it. I steadily increase my moans, feign the slight jolts in my stomach, and pull on the tie holding my hands together.Displaying skills that would be worthy of a porn star, I pretend to orgasm, panting and crying, controlling the entirety of my body’s reactions. My hips even jolt, making the toy fall back onto the sheets. But it’s okay this time. I won.
Quite proud of myself, I hide my wicked smile and pretend to pant instead, recuperating from my climax.
When I look down, I find Lex sprawled back in his chair, his cock so swollen and hard it’s angled up and resting against the curve of his thigh. One of his elbows is against the armrest, and he has a thumb under his chin while his index finger is over his lush lips. God, he looks properly edible. I can’t wait for the fuckery to actually start.
He doesn’t move, though, and the room is silent except for Jensen’s faint buzzing. While Lex’s mouth is pressed into a sharp line, there’s a glimmer in his eyes that betrays his inner amusement.
“Who do you think I am?” he asks calmly. I don’t answer, confused by his question, my brows twitching. With domineering assurance, he bends forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know what sleazy idiots you dated before me, Andrea, but that won’t work on me. You can’t fake an orgasm with me, because I have extracted too many of those out of you.”
Ah, fuck… He didn’t buy it. Not even close.
He continues with a smile, very entertained by the situation. “I knowexactlywhat you sound like, how you react, what you look like… That little performance might have been convincing to anyone else, but not me. Actually, it’s offensive that you thought it would work.”
I grimace, letting my head fall back in defeat. Shit, this isn’t good.
Still calm and contained, Lex stands to return the toy to its position. “Please,” I beg.
“You have your safe word, Andrea. You can use it if something becomes too much at any point.”
I bite my tongue, holding back another protest. Some twisted part of me wants to prove to him there’s nothing he can do to me I can’t take. As torturous as this is, I know how insanely gratifying edging and denied orgasm can be. All I need to do is last long enough for him to break first. Can’t be so hard, can it?
Lex’s first signs of weakness come during the sixth attempt. The sight must be too much for him, because he begins playing with his cock, leisurely fisting it as he watches the spectacle. Alas, that stimulation is all he needs to keep going.
Me, however …
Eight. That’s how many attempts it takes to break me. Tears have been flowing down my temples for a while, and I’m trembling all over from the denied orgasm. I’m so drenched, the fabric beneath me issoaked, and my skin is covered in a veil of sweat. My clit is a swollen mess, pulsing and sensitive, probably huge and red. My muscles ache from holding everything back, and my throat is sore from the moans. I can’t take more. A ninth time would be the end of me.
“Lex, please… Please, please, please,” I beg with a sob.
There must be something in my voice, or in the teary look I give him, or in the way my whole body trembles with ache, that wins him over. He realizes I’ve reached my limit but am too proud to admit it.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” he utters, climbing onto the bed between my parted legs.
Before I can reply, his mouth is on me. I cry out and buck forward as he covers my pussy with his lips and tongue. I’m so fucking sensitive that I explode in ten seconds.
Waves of pure, extreme pleasure wreck me. I jolt and tremble so hard I know the ties will leave marks on my skin. But I don’t care. All I can feel are the shivers roaming through me, born between my legs only to die in the tips of my fingers and toes.
I’m still in the midst of it when something thrusts into me—smooth, rigid, and vibrating. Shit, he’s using Jensen to fuck me while his tongue mercilessly flickers on my clit.
My undying climax morphs into a second one, and my insides clench and grip the toy so hard that Lex must sense the resistance as he pumps it in and out of me. Holy shit. This was a terrible idea. He hasn’t even entered me yet, and I’m already—
