“That’s it. You’re right on that edge aren’t you?”
I nodded, trying so desperately hard to stay still.
“Fall, baby. Let me watch you fall.”
As I hit my peak, my back arched, only a little but it was enough. The fucking bell jingled. I froze, panting my orgasm away.
Alfie smirked. “Oh, Lola. I wassohoping you would do that.” A shiver ran over my skin. He stood, putting himself away and fastening his trousers, though they barely contained his erection. He came to me and kissed me down from my high. “Tell me you trust me.”
“I trust you. I don’t know if I’m ready for…that.”
“Don’t tell me what you’re not ready for. Trust me to read you.”
He circled the table, my entire body tensed as he took his place behind me. I could do nothing but wait as he bound the rope into my hair, braiding it along the way. He picked up the hook shaped like a backwards ‘S’ with a ball on one end. I gasped as he worked the plug in and out of me a few times before removing it entirely and setting it aside. I twitched as I felt thecold steel press between my thighs. He moved it over my core, coating it in my juices. It slid backwards and he began to apply pressure.Oh fuck.
“Whether you resist it or accept it, it’s still going in. Do you want to accept it? There’s a whole new world of sensations waiting for you and I can’t wait to give them to you. Do you want to experience it with me?”
I closed my eyes. My stomach was a knot. I was afraid of the unknown but excited too. And I trusted him. I trusted he would take care of me. “Yes.”
He kissed my neck. “Then let your body open. Push down.” I did and gasped as it slipped inside. He held me still as I struggled, moving away from the new sensation. “It’s alright. You took that so well, I’m proud of you.” He took my hair, hooking the end into the braid, securing my head so I could barely move. “You look so fucking pretty. The way your back curves, your breasts pouting at me.” He spanked me, snapping me back into the moment. “How does that feel?”
“It hurts.”
“That’s not what I asked you. Tell me how it makes you feel.”
I tried to think. It was hard. Hard to form a sentence. “I like it.”
“Tell me how it makes you feel,” he asked again.
“Owned.”
“Good girl.”
He hit me again and again. I groaned, getting lost in the pleasure. My legs hurt but I didn’t care. He turned the Sybian on, setting it to a low hum. I hissed as he spanked me again, my skin starting to burn. He rubbed a hand over the singing skin and came around the table again, grey eyes studying my face.
“Safeword?”
“Harrington.”
“Good.” He caught me off guard by climbing up on the table, positioning one foot on either side of me. I gazed up at him as he unfastened his trousers. Shirtless in the dim light he looked like an angel. My mouth watered as he released himself again.
“Really? You’re letting me?” Was I finally going to be allowed to pleasure him back?
“I told you I was working up to it. I told you I needed to do it my way.” He needed complete control. “Open.” His jaw ticked as he entered my mouth. He moved himself over my tongue, I stayed still, letting him set the pace. Both of us were taking new steps tonight. He was showing me he believed he was worthy of my worship now.
With his free hand, he turned the vibrations up, making me moan. I still didn’t move. I was determined to keep that bell quiet.
“Relax, breathe around me.” He pushed back, further into my throat until I gagged. My mouth filled with saliva and he groaned, enjoying the slow fucking of my mouth.
He stared down at me, holding my gaze. He wasn’t trying to get off, I realised. He was relishing every second and sensation. I wished I could touch him. The Sybian turned up again and as his grip tightened on my hair, he knew I was getting close. He held himself deep in my throat as I came. I cried around him, I couldn’t move. The ball was so heavy inside me, my nipples ached intensely. It was incredible. He still wasn’t done with me.
He climbed down, without reaching his own pleasure. He unfastened the ropes binding my hands and legs and removed the hook from my hair. The bell disappeared, he freed my nipples, kissing each of the sore tips. The ball he left inside me.
I groaned as he let me stretch out on the table. He massaged my legs, breathing life back into the muscles. Then the binding started again. He turned the hook so it rested on my mound, the ball still inside.
“Don’t let that out. You keep it in there while I tie you.”
He tied my hands above me, fixing me to the table. He looped rope around my legs, pulling them back until I was spread wide, the knots fastened over my head. Fresh rope was bound around my body, tying my breasts in a figure eight, forcing them to swell. My eyes rolled back. It felt incredible. My bottom rested just over the edge of the table, giving him complete access to me.
