“Do you need me to gag your sassy mouth, Adaela?” Vada asked me, and I shivered at the dominance in her tone.
“Only if you don’t want to hear it,” I bratted.
“I like a little bit of snark, but only if you’re good for me everywhere else. I have uses for that tongue if you don’t behave.” She bent down and pulled out a harness from the bag. There were also several toys in the bag, ranging in various sizes and shapes.
I fidgeted where I stood, thinking about how each one would feel if she decided to use it on me. I lazily ran my hands from my hair, down my chest, then lower, obsessed with Vada’s attention on mybody. I forgot for a moment that I had a colostomy until my hand reached the bag. I was immediately met with shame and had to sit down in embarrassment that I had forgotten. How could she want me like this? There was no shame in having a colostomy. I never thought surgery would ever be required on a Fae, and what a shitty fucking take that was. I hadn’t realized how vain and ableist I was about my appearance until just this moment.
“Hey, sweet girl, not tonight. We’re not going there tonight. Do you hear me? Have I once looked at you any differently than I have at any point in time since we first met?” Vada asked, eyes roaming down my body in reverence. “I will not let you treat yourself any differently either. You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever laid eyes on, and this bag is beautiful because it’s the reason you’re still here with me, giving me the opportunity to even play with you tonight.” She held my chin in her hand, demanding my attention until I nodded in understanding. When she stood back up, she was wearing the largest of the dildos, and my eyes went wide, “Now, open that pretty, sassy fucking mouth and help me get this wet. Pull your hips to the end of the bed, too, so I can play with what’s mine,” she ordered.
I crawled my way to the edge of the bed, getting in place as she ordered, and she bent over attach my feet to the ends of the bed. There was enough give that I was spread wide open for her, but not uncomfortable either. She stood again with a set of clover clamps, and I felt my heartbeat in my core, then my slick on the bedsheets under my ass. I had so much nervous anticipation about these clamps. They were the fucking worst, and they were also my favorite toy. I whimpered, but I held my tongue as she pulled my nipples into her mouth hard to get them ready, gasping at the warmth of her mouth on me. She secured the clamps, and I let out a little hiss, but I didn’t fight her on it like I thought I would. I wondered to myself why that was for a moment, since I’d been so adamant that I’d fight her every step of the way. Was it because I knew I wassafe with her?
With my legs tied and my nipples clamped, I noticed myself moving toward a more submissive headspace. The cock she was wearing had me salivating, too. She pulled out a couple more bundles of rope, but she didn’t immediately put them to use. Instead, she laid them on the bed beside me, threw a bullet vibe underneath her strap, and turned it on. Her eyes went wide as she choked on air.
“I’ve never been able to feel anything with one of these before. Is this why you love them so much? Dear gods—” She bent over, arms on either side of my body, panting and whimpering. It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard, and I was dying to touch her. “I don’t know if I’m going to last long.”
I laughed. “I guess while we’re playing, I’m going to play a game with you, too. Keep it on, baby. I want to see just how many times we can get you off tonight while you play with me. I don’t want you to hold back.”
Her back bowed as orgasm number one took her. I ran my hands over her body as she came down, though she hadn’t given me permission to do so. I didn’t think she realized it, either. That, or she was just letting it slide tonight. “I love watching you come, baby. I want you to come again for me,” I said to her in quiet reverence.
“And I want you to stop topping from the bottom, brat.” She stood back up, noticeably a little wobbly, and grabbed my hair near the nape of my neck, scrunching it in her hand hard. I flinched but refused to cry out just yet. She casually led my head toward her cock. It had to be at least eight inches long and three inches thick. I had no idea how I was going to fit that fucking thing in my mouth, but I gave it a shot. It was dark blue with veining on it. “Open your fucking mouth. It’s the only lube you’re going to get before I fuck you hard. I wanted to do more tonight, but I think you’ll wake up before I get too far, and I need to see you come for me.”
I grabbed hold of the toy and spit, then licked it slowly from base to tip as I watched Vada’s face. I saw the challenge in her eye to defy her orders. I wrapped my palm around the base, and my lips aroundthe tip, slowly pushing the cock into my mouth, trying not to grimace at the taste of the silicone. The girth barely fit, but I continued to slowly push it as far as I could get it into my mouth. I pulled back out just as slowly, eyes never leaving Vada’s. Vada began rocking her hips gently, thrusting toward the back of my throat, but not to the point where she reached my gag reflex. I may not have even had one, but with a toy this size, I would guess this one would do it.
As I found a rhythm that seemed to work for both of us, Vada upped her pace, pushing into my throat. I swallowed around her length, trying not to gag. Tears were running down my face, but the reverence on her face was worth the price of admission. Her pace was frantic, and I realized it was because she was close to her second orgasm from that bullet. I moved my hand at the base of the dildo away and under the strap to Vada’s pussy. I found her just as soaked as I was and thrust two fingers deep without warning. Vada cried out, coming once again. This time, she soaked my hand, the strap, and the floor underneath her. She was a squirter, but fucking hell. She was fucking glorious.
“That’s fucking it, baby. I’m making it my mission to get you to come that hard from now on. Good fucking girl,” I praised her. In response, Vada pulled on the chain between the clover clamps, making them close around my nipples tighter. I cried out again. She smirked.
“We’re going to take this up a notch now. What’s your color, sweet girl?” she asked me.
“Green, baby. Please, daddy, I need more,” I cried out again as she rearranged me in the ropes to a predicament bondage scene. She lifted my arms, tying them against the bar running across the top of the bed, then she pulled the chain of the clamps up and attached a small rope to the rope around my wrists. This forced me to straighten my posture unless I wanted the clamps to get even tighter. Part of me did want that, but not yet. I needed Vada too much to ruin the fun and safe-word out just yet.
I sat up as straight as I could as Vada lined her cock up at my entrance. Slowly, she pushed into me, and I groaned, my head thrown back toward the ceiling. She pulled out a little, only to thrust back in just a bit harder, and I forgot how to breathe. Lowering my head to watch Vada pump in and out of me, the feeling of her desire was visceral. Vada grabbed on to the ropes holding me and pumped her hips until I was completely full. With her pushing back on the ropes, the clamps on my nipples got a little tighter, and I yelled out her name.
“Good fucking girl, my little slut. I want you to keep watching me while I fuck you. Every time you look away, I’ll make sure these clamps get tighter. Understand?” she said.
I nodded, gritting my teeth as the clamps tightened again. They stung, but the pain eased to pleasure each time Vada thrusted back into me. A trickle of sweat dropped low down my back from the pleasure-pain, my nipples taut against the tension of the chain being manipulated by Vada. She finally released her hold on the ropes, giving me some relief, and reached down to brush my clit. Her other arm wrapped around the back of my neck, holding my face close to hers as she picked up her pace. I was crying out, blabbering gibberish as the toy hit exactly the right spot.
“Oh my gods, right there, baby. Please don’t stop,” I begged, trying not to squirm too much so I wasn’t inadvertently pulling on the clamps again.
“Don’t you dare fucking come yet, slut. You will come with me,” Vada panted. From the flush on her skin again, I could tell she was close.
“Yes, sir,” I responded, watching as her cock thrusted into me.
“You’re so beautiful like this. When you come, I’m going to feed. The next time you come, I’m going to feed some energy back into you.” I nodded, so close at this point that I was thinking of anything I could to prevent myself from orgasming without permission. I was half tempted to anyway, just to see what she would do.
Vada stopped her ministrations against my clit and pulled out. I cried out in frustration. “I saw that defiance, slut. If you want to come, you’ll be my good girl.”
“Fucking make me, Vada,” I was toeing a thin line here, but I needed to know she could handle me. I knew she could, but I needed more than just words at this point.
With no warning, Vada pulled hard on the clamps, yanking them off my nipples. As the blood rushed back, the sting was almost excruciating, and I almost screamed out in actual pain before she bent down to suck hard on my nipples again to help ease it. She quickly untied both my arms and legs, rubbing both to help bring circulation back to my limbs. I thought, with disappointment, that I just ended our scene—before she lifted me up and forced me onto my hands and knees, crawling up on the bed behind me.
I peeked back at her to see a slight frown on her face. “How’re you feeling?”
I checked in with myself. “The bag is a bit uncomfortable, but I’ll survive.”
“Good. Tell me if or when it’s too much.” She pushed my head down on the bed, holding it there. “I’ve been waiting to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
She grabbed something out of her backpack before hopping up on the bed, and I wiggled my ass in anticipation. “Is that a devil’s tongue?”
