A wicked smile goes through my face as I walk out of the bathroom.
I have a bullet lodged against my clit. In public.
Of course, no one can see. But I can feel it. It’s not vibrating yet. It’s not doing anything.
But the anticipation of what’s to come has me so, so, so, very wet.
Magnus is standing at the door, already having paid the bill.
He signals his limo.
“We’re going for a ride, babe,” he says and I look at this man as I nod.
What kind of thoughts are going through his head? I mean who comes up with this kind of situation anyways?
But then again, who consents to something like this? Who in their right mind would happily take a bullet and lodge it so that it’s hitting the sensitive side of their clit—waiting for it to start vibrating.
I follow Magnus to the parking garage where the limo is waiting for us. We climb into the back seat and lean back and I look at Magnus.
This is the most reckless thing that I’ve ever done. But the way he’s looking at me, this might be just another day for him.
Great.
The driver revs up the engine. In a few minutes we’re rolling down Park Avenue heading uptown toward the Park.
I can see the crowds on the side of the street. Thousands of people that we pass by, each going about their lives, not knowing that I’m watching them as I ride by.
As we hit traffic and slow down at a red light, I see hundreds of people crossing the street at 45th street. This is Midtown rush hour.
The crowds are going to be crushing us. The ease by which we got to this point from downtown is over.
“We have some time to kill before we get to the Park,” Magnus says to me. I nod.
He had stated that we should go to the Park after brunch on the way over and maybe get a cocktail at the Boathouse. It’s a classic New York City thing to do and I was okay with it.
Now I’m just living moment to moment.
I see Magnus reach into his coat pocket and pull out the small remote controller.
There are three settings from what I can see where I’m sitting.
LOW, MEDIUM, and HIGH.
So that’s what the settings say.
The light turns green and the limo starts and Magnus flicks his finger towards LOW.
It’s like a jolt of electricity hits me and my clit literally twitches as I break out into a sweat.
There’s a warm sensitive vibrating going on—very mild and very pleasant.
I don’t even have the words, but it feels so nice.
The warmth is radiating from my sex throughout my body and I look at Magnus. He’s looking at me with a giant ear-to-ear grin.
“Feeling good?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm,” I say with a nod. My panties are soaked. I’m dripping wet at this point. The warmth and vibration from the bullet has done a number on me. I can close my eyes and enjoy this—edging very slowly toward an orgasm, but still far enough away that I can control the twitchiness of my limbs.
“It’s nice kind of laying there and letting this little thing work it’s magic, isn’t it, baby girl?” Magnus asks.
I look over to Magnus and his powerful frame as he sits there.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say with an evil grin. I can see his cock thickening at my words. “Some music would be nice.”
Magnus laughs at that.
“You won’t be caring about music in a few seconds, baby girl,” he says with a glint in his eye.
“Oh?” I ask and the car makes a left onto 48th street and Magnus switches the remote to Medium.
“Oh!” I blurt again, and this time it’s involuntary. My eyes are closed because it feels like the tip of a tongue has just pressed down on my clit and put pressure on it. But each nerve is fired off on my sensitive nub and my legs scissor kick. Electric currents pass up my spine and I can feel my heart rate increase.
I am so close to cumming.
Magnus takes the controller and switches it back to LOW.
I’m panting. My pussy is drenched.
“That’s why you won’t need music, Penny,” he says softly.
I don’t know if I say anything at that point because all I can think about right now is Magnus. About taking off his shirt. About licking his nipple with my tongue. I wanna lick his chest. Run my hands down his abs.
My legs are splayed out and I scooch lower on the seat. The leather is sticky and wet from my juices.
The car revs up from a red light and Magus pushes the remote again. Must be MEDIUM.
Jolts of pleasure arc through my body.
I close my head and arch my body backwards.
He takes it back to LOW.
“Magnus,” I sigh. “We can’t do this.”
His response?
Pushing towards MEDIUM.
That’s when the first orgasm rips through me. My body can’t handle it. It’s getting overstimulated and my pussy just gives up. I’m gushing into my panties and onto the seat and I don’t care.
The backseat of the limo smells like my pussy juices and I’m twitching and writhing, sprawled out on the limo as we drive by New York City.
Rays of pleasure are shooting through my body and searing the tips of my fingers and toes.
Magnus says something but I have no idea. I’m twitching and moaning.
Eventually Magnus takes it back to LOW.
When I come to, the car is stopped at a stop light.
I look out the window. We’re on the street, and next to a station wagon. There’s a man and woman in the front seat, and two little kids in the back seat. They look at the limo.
I wonder if they can see us through the tinted glass.
I’m sweating, my hair is strewn about and I’ve just had an orgasm.
Magnus pushes the controller to MEDIUM again, his lips curling into a grin.
You remember those kids I was telling you about that were looking our direction?
Well, good that you remember because I forgot.
I have no idea where I am now. My lips are twisted into a grimace.
“Oh my fucking God,” I say and grab Magnus’ hand and squeeze it. I can feel my nails on his skin.
Electricity is coursing through my veins. My legs are moving of their own accord and I can’t control my body. I’m twitching and moving and gasping and breathing.
“Time for high,” Magnus says and I know he pushes the button, but I don’t know what happens to the car or if we’re driving or parked or anything.
All I know is that I’m squeezing Magnus’ hand. My skirt is bunched up, my one hand is trying to get at my nipples and my other hand is squeezing Mangus’ arm.
He turns the dial back to LOW and it’s like I’m able to breathe again.
I’m not even sitting on my seat anymore. I’m more lying on it, in a state of catatonic pleasure.
“Like it, baby girl?” Magnus asks. “Tell Daddy how much you like it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “I love it.”
“Then here’s some more,” he says. And he takes it back to HIGH.
I can't feel my toes. I mean I can feel them as in I know they exist, but I'm feeling tingly all over. I know if I keep this up I'm going to cum again. My clit is radiating absolute bliss. I feel like leaving my tongue hanging out and drooling. Just letting the pleasure wash over me. I can't believe this feels so good. Why didn't I do this before?
Oh my God. We go over a speed bump and a wave of pleasure just goes through my body and I involuntarily shake all over. I'm shuddering and alternating between this nice little buzz and an earthquake of ecstasy that's gripping me. It's really hard to use my hands and legs and move them. I feel like just giving up. I should really stop thinking.
“Mag…Magnus, this is…” I try to start.
“It’s great, isn’t it?” he asks me with a wicked grin.
The vibrator is buzzing away and I can’t move. I can only stare at this man. Who brings me so much pleasure in a way no other man has.
“There was one more setting that’s not on here,” Magnus says and turns the dial. “Past high.”
My breathing is becoming faster. Shallower.
The bullet starts to vibrate with a rhythmic intensity this time, stimulating different areas of my clit.
“Fuck!” I shout out loud.
He turns it back to LOW.
I can see my nails digging into Magnus’ arms. I don’t know how hard.
Thick beads of sweat are pooling on my forehead, as the feeling of three tongues lapping against my clit gets stronger and stronger.
I’m rubbing my thighs against each other. The intensity is strong, but it varies moment to moment and in different sensitive areas around my clit – the organ may seem tiny, but it’s almost stimulating different nerves in different locations.
“And again,” he says and this time he takes it past HIGH and holds it here.
Pleasure rips through my body and I arch my back and scream out. I don't even know what I'm saying. I've forgotten everything. I can't feel my body. I can't feel my face. I've left my body. Waves of sweet ecstasy clear my head of everything. I can't remember who I am. All I can do is revel in the seizure that's gripped my entire body. But it doesn't stop there. There's no way to come down.
Tears are coming from my eyes at the agonizing pleasure that's coursing from my pussy. My nipples feel like they’re on the most delicious fire possible. I can't breathe. My back is arched.
My clit is throbbing. I know it's engorged. I push the bullet a little closer, scared at what's going to happen. Just the slightest push.
FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD!
My eyes are closed, but I see stars explode. It's like my brain has shut down completely. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point. My entire body is on fire. My soul is on fire. My spine is tingling and shuddering and every single nerve in my legs, my throat, my hands, my face, my breasts, my thighs is tingling with electricity. I'm crackling. I'm lightning. I might as well be dead.
I don't know how, but I turn off the switch to the remote and brace myself as wave after wave of electricity rushes through my skin. I'm shaking and trembling and moaning and I don't know what I'm saying. All I know is that I might not come out of this river of sweet pleasure alive. I might be lost in it.
Eventually, I'm able to grasp thoughts. I'm breathing heavily. I'm panting. I'm gasping. I'm drenched in sweat.
I'm exhausted.
As long as that machine is off, I take out the bullet, but just barely. I look down at the leather of the seat. It’s wet. Very wet. I don't care. I think it takes me all of one second to pass out.
When I come to, the car is stopped on the side of the street and Magnus is looking at me.
The bullet is on the other side of the car. I must've thrown it out.
My panties are somewhere over there too. My skirt is bunched up around me, my pussy on full view. My tits are popping out. I must've been trying to play with my nipples.
My pussy is wet—my thighs are sticky.
It’s pooled underneath me on the leather. The whole car smells like sex.
“Better now?” Magnus asks with a smile. “Work off some of those calories from brunch?”
I nod. I’m so sleepy. Post orgasm endorphins are sluicing through my body.
“Ready for Round Two?” he says with a grin.
It’s all I can do to keep from smiling as Magnus speaks into the intercom and the car revs up again getting into the traffic as Magnus picks up the bullet and gives me a grin.
Oh my God.
This man is insane.
Crazy.
Wild.
He’s perfect.
Magnus