FIVE

THE SCISSORS SNAPPED SHUT AND my thong fell away, leaving me totally exposed with nothing to protect me at all. My heart continued to race as the cold metal moved up and over my nipples before finally vanishing. Then he pounced on me again, leaning forwards between my legs, his tongue going straight to my ass. It delved into my tight hole before retreating to lap circles around it, leaving my pussy crying out with need.

He dipped into my ass again, licking faster, plunging deeper, his hands not touching me, just his tongue on me, making me cry out with desire. “Fuck me,” I muttered in a voice I didn’t recognise.

“Not yet,” he replied, moving his tongue around in tiny circles round my asshole, his fingers sliding up to my clit at last, stroking it more firmly than before.

His hands were all over my pussy, playing with my folds, exploring every inch before dipping into me and leaving me incapable of thought. I could only groan and thrust as he fucked me with his fingers, diving as deep into me as he could, finding my g-spot and toying with it, thrusting so fast the sound of wetness filled the air, loud as my cries.

I felt myself on the brink of orgasm and just as it was about to hit, he slid out of me, leaving me groaning but only for a brief second.

“Look at me,” he said.

I opened my eyes in time to see his massive stiff cock thrusting into me. The sight of it and of him combined with the feel of it filling me to bring on a second climax that struck me dumb. My body writhed in place as he held still inside me, his fingers on my clit, his eyes on me, watching me come, watching me lose control because of him.

Only when my climax began to fade did he start to thrust, his hips rocking back and forth, his eyes fixed on me. He got faster as I cried louder. I felt filled to capacity without an inch to spare. He was the perfect size, stretching my pussy, making my insides grip him tightly, wanting him never to leave me.

He would pull back and I’d feel a huge sense of loss and then he’d be in me again, filling me and I could only sigh with happiness. It happened again and again, all the time with him stroking my clit.

I came a third, and then a fourth time as he began to slam into me. After the fourth, he pulled out, moving round the table to shove himself into my mouth, making me taste my own juices, choking me on his length. Then he was back in my pussy and it was bliss. He pulled back and slammed in again and again until I lost any sense of where I was or who I was. I only knew I was about to come again and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. Just as it struck me, he ground his hips against mine and I got to feel his cock twitching inside me. There was the wonderful feeling of his cum spurting into me, filling me up as he continued to twitch, my own climax making me contract around him as he slowly slid from me.

“Now will you tell me your secret?” he asked, his fingers tracing a line up towards my throat, getting closer by the second.

“I don’t have any secrets,” I replied, my voice weak.

“Still playing that game, are we?” he replied, moving away from me. I looked around to see him opening a chest of drawers. He carried some things back with him and it took too long for me to work out what they were. First was a ballgag which he forced into my mouth, tying it behind my head. “To stop you screaming too loudly,” he said as he showed me a buttplug.

I shook my head but too weakly. I couldn’t help myself, I was too excited to be scared. Or the fear was mingling with lust. Either way, when he began to slide the plug into my ass, I didn’t even try to scream into the gag. I just let out a stifled moan as the aching pain filled me, replaced almost at once by a deliciously deep fullness, the cold metal of the plug making my insides tingle.

He attached a pair of nipple clamps, setting them in place before walking away again, the clamps making me writhe with need. When he returned I saw him brandishing a cane and I began to get genuinely scared. “Going to talk?” he asked.

I shook my head, thinking he could do his worst but he’d get nothing from me.

“Good,” he replied. “If you did, I wouldn’t get to do this.” He lowered the cane through the air, tapping it on my breasts. “Or this.” Lifting it a couple of inches, he slapped it down, making me wince as a red line appeared next to my nipple, only the clamps protecting me from further harm. He brought the cane down on my chest several times, each blow a little harder until I was trying to scream into the gag, the sound a pathetically weak noise compared to what I felt as he slapped the cane against my thighs, moving it closely to my pussy. “Last chance to share your secret,” he said, sliding it over my clit.

I shook my head, my eyes widening as he raised it before bringing it down just next to my clit, just painful enough to make me scream again. The tip of the cane moved lower, dipping just into me before coming out again. “I’ve a secret too,” he said, bringing the cane towards my face, brushing it over my cheeks, my own wetness falling from it to coat my skin. “Do you want to know what it is?”