Tears start to fill my eyes and I blink slowly in a lame attempt to hold them off. How do I tell him I do trust him, when I have to keep this fucking chain in my mouth and can’t talk? My nipples don't hurt. Although I’m not sure I can feel them at all anymore. There are too many sensations. Too many emotions. It’s all too much.
I refuse to give up. The tears sting my eyes as they begin their descent down my sweat stained face. Strands of loose hair are now plastered to my skin. I don’t evenwantto come anymore. It’s a very painfulneed.
The pace of his hand stroking his cock quickens.
“If I’m wrong, prove it.”
I don’t understand what he wants from me.
“If you can prove me wrong before I come, I’ll stop and save this entire load of cum just for you.”
My breathing picks up speed as my body shakes. My orgasm is right under the surface, itching to get out. Between the fucking machine, the nipple clamps and watching him get off, my mind doesn’t know where to focus.
Ryker
She’s so close to her breaking point. I just need to push her over the edge. I know she struggles with the idea of disappointing me and I’m ready to show her just hownotdisappointed I’ll be when she gives in.
Her chest heaves as she tries so hard to hold everything back. I move to stand right in front of her, continuing to stroke myself.
Leaning down, I whisper, “Fucking prove it to me, Arabella. Now.”
I see the moment she realizes what I’m waiting for and a second later she’s breaking more than one rule I set for her tonight.
57
Arabella
Is it possible to die from excessive edging? The problem is, I’ve been doing it to myself. Not once, since we’ve been in this room, has he reminded me I’m not allowed to come without his permission.
Instead, he’s been taunting me.
Testing me.
Pushing me to break the rules.
This is what he wants. It’s what I asked for and I wouldn’t allow myself to take it. I see it all so clearly now, even in my lust drunk haze.
This is a lesson.
Dropping the chain, I let out a loud, guttural moan, “Fuck, Daddy. I’m coming. Oh my fucking god.”
Shit. The machine is no longer fucking me, I’m fucking it. I can’t stop myself as I take my pleasure with wild abandon, and I hear the moment he stops stroking that gorgeous cock of his, behind me, like he promised.
The prolonged orgasm pulls from my spent body and I hear him digging around in the toy chest. From the corner of my eye, it looks like he’s got a flogger hanging loose from his fingers. He begins striking me, lightly across my back and ass. It's not a stingy pain. It's more dull and heavy. I need more.
“Mmmmm,” I moan loudly. “Please Daddy, harder.”
“That's a good fucking girl for telling me what you need.” The flogger lands with a hard thud against my sweat soaked skin. “I’ll give you anything you want, for the rest of our days. All you have to do is ask.”
I peer at him as he pulls back to put some weight behind each swing. The falls swoosh as they cut through the air and connect with my skin in the most delicious way. He’s so beautiful. “Your wants and needs aren’t a measure of your worth.”
“You.”Swoosh. “Are.”Swoosh. “Enough.”Swoosh.
My chest heaves, and I’m no longer able to hold back the emotions that have been threatening to push through and I start to sob. I’mnotupset. I feel free for the first time in my life. Like the weight of every single burden I carry is being lifted from my shoulders with every swing. My entire body feels weightless, like I want to live in this moment with him, forever.
I came without permission the first time and now I’m coming again, partly from the pain and partly because my nervous system is overwhelmed beyond recognition.
He tosses the flogger to the floor, then reaches around my sweat soaked body, holding me. “Take a deep breath, as best you can,” he says gently. He’s been so firm with me, but there’s a gentleness to his voice that wasn’t there a few moments ago.
