He pushes the beads inside me slowly, one by one, until I feel completely full, my walls molding around the sensual intrusion.
“Look at this greedy pussy, swallowing all of this toy. Oh, wait…” he laughs. “I guess you can’t look.”
Next thing I know, the beads start vibrating, buzzing inside me insistently.
“Putain!” I yelp, straining against the ropes.
“We’re just getting started, Simone,” Az says from the bottom of the bed. A louder, more powerful vibration follows his statement. Is he going to use the wand on me now? I can’t take the suspense.
I don’t have to wait too long. Az presses the wand against me, aiming unerringly at my clit. Within five seconds, I’m coming again, sobbing his name.
“That’s my girl,” he croons over the buzzing of sex toys. “So responsive for me. Give me one more.”
But I need him to stop, God, I’m so overstimulated. “I can’t! I need a moment.Sainte Mère de Dieu…”
“No one’s here to help you, little fairy. You’re at the mercy of my pleasure.”
Unbelievably, he has me climbing toward another peak again. My muscles are twitching as all my senses work overtime, my lungs and heart straining to keep up with my body’s demands.
“Az, I think I’m going to… Ah,merde!”
The villain laughs with glee as I squirt again, the sounds of splashing liquid joining the buzzing chorus. I’m floating with bliss, my brain in a pleasurable haze, but Az doesn’t stop. He moves the wand vibrator away from my clit for just a few seconds, then continues the onslaught, leading me to another peak and then pushing me over.
This time, I’m too weak to scream. All I can manage is a pathetic little moan, my body shaking with small aftershocks.
After two more orgasms, I feel tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes, soaking the silken blindfold.
“Please, Az… stop,” I gasp, my fingers twitching as I try to clench them into fists. “I can’t take any more. I’m begging you, please.”
He clicks his tongue with disappointment. “Since you ask so nicely,” he drawls, finally, blessedly, turning off the vibrators.
I sag with relief—as much as the ropes holding me in position allow. I’m starting to feel some discomfort now: the wet sheets under my ass, my body stuck in the same position, my clit burning with sensitivity.
“Ready for the real world again, little fairy?”
I don’t know, am I? Now that the pleasure is receding, I’m reminded that I’m trapped in this cave and have been for months. That the person who just made me see stars is the one keeping me from them—metaphorically speaking, as there are no stars in this godforsaken realm.
“Oui,” I say instead of voicing my thoughts. Az must sense theshift inside me, because he hesitates for a moment, unmoving. When he finally does, he frees me with a couple of tugs on the ropes.
Each time he unbinds a limb, he makes sure to gently massage it, helping restore blood flow without me even feeling any unpleasant pins and needles. It’s unbelievable how he’s capable of this gentleness at the same time as he is denying me my freedom.
Az takes my blindfold off last. He’s the first thing I see when I blink my eyes against the dubious brightness of the cave. I expected to see smugness, and yes, maybe there is a hint of pride in those green-gray eyes. But there’s also wariness, as if he’s worried how I’ll react now that I’m no longer a captive audience to the debauchery.
“Here,” he says, handing me a glass of cool water. I take it gratefully, the liquid sliding down my parched throat. I hadn’t even realized how thirsty I was until this moment.
When I’m done drinking, I clear my throat. “I think I’m going to bathe and rest now.”
I half expected him to make some sort of joke about joining me in the water. Instead, he nods slowly, his gaze sliding away from mine. Standing up, he smooths his hands over his clothes, wiping away wrinkles, eradicating any evidence of the fact that his head was between my legs not too long ago.
“Call for me if you need me,” is all he says.
I won’t, I think to myself. But for some reason, I don’t say it out loud. He disappears after I nod, and I gingerly get to my feet. My body feels pleasantly alive, limber in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. Surprising, seeing as I was immobile for so long.
The water feels amazing, soothing the tender skin between my legs, reviving me with the faint scent of orchids and herbs. I must spend hours in the water, thinking about what we just did, about what I lethimdo to me. Where do we go from here?
By the time I get back to the bed, the sheets are fresh and dry.
15
