Laura

 

 

 

“I told you to look at me, especially when you speak to me,” he says testily.

I quickly look up at him, watching fearfully as he gets back on his feet. He stands in front of my exposed core and assesses me. He doesn‘t have to say anything for me to know that he’s pondering another punishment for me, even as I’m still struggling to overcome the pain from the last one.

My hands are beginning to go numb, and the strain on my limbs, especially my legs, has almost become painful. I have to engage my core muscles if I want to lessen the pressure on my tied limbs, but I have very little to work with in that area. I’m going to be sore all over when we’re done here.

My eyes follow him as he walks over to one of the glass cabinets. He opens the door and reaches inside for a small item. I can’t see what it is, but I’m relieved to know that it’s not the cane.

I truly despise that damn cane.

He seems pleased to find me watching him with fearful eyes when he turns around and comes back over to me.

“You’re a very smart girl, and I know you can be obedient,” he says, going down on his knees in front of me. “But we have to work on your ability to focus.”

Before I can ask what he means by that, he holds up a black lanceolate-shaped toy, with a tiny button at the lower end. Even innocent little me knows this is a butt plug.

“Lick it,” he orders, moving the tip of the toy up to my mouth.

I hesitate, casting him a questioning look.

“Don’t worry, doll, it’s brand new and clean,” he assures me. “It’s all yours.”

That's not exactly what I'm worried about, but I nod nonetheless, leaning forward to take the plug between my lips and lick it with my tongue. He just holds it still, barely moving it back and forth, while my tongue circles around the tip of it, trying to get it as wet as I can.

"Good girl," he praises, slowly removing the plug from my mouth and out of my reach.

My eyes instinctively follow his motion as he lowers it down to my exposed core. He places the tip on my exposed center, and then he begins drawing circles around my sensitive nub. A sigh escapes my lips and I find myself shifting on my sore behind in an effort to get my hips closer to his touch.

"My impatient little doll," he comments. "Eyes on me, little girl, or I'll cease to be gentle with you."

I pull myself away from watching his movements, forcing my eyes to meet his blue ones, now dark with lust. He's smiling at me, looking so dashingly handsome that I feel another rush of shame spreading through my chest.

"Very good girl," he whispers. His voice is hoarse and laced with desire. I can’t see whatever it is that this man sees in me, but I feel flattered to be the current center of his attention.

"I wouldn't want to miss seeing the expressions on your face," he adds. "When I do this."

Before I get a chance to ask what "this" could be, he pushes the button on the end of the plug in his hands, causing it to vibrate against my hot entrance.

I gasp out in surprise, my eyes widening as I force myself to hold his gaze. He hums with approval, increasing the pressure against my clit with the vibrating plug.

"Beautiful," he assesses. I’m panting desperately as the vibrations play havoc with my body. They stir through my entire upper body, sending jolts of pleasure racing through my system as he continues torturing my throbbing nerve endings.

"You're not allowed to come, doll," he says, only fueling my bliss by demanding this constraint.

I moan in reply, shifting to try to ease the pressure being inflicted on my tender bundle of nerves without escaping the sheer ecstasy it‘s bringing me altogether. There's no way for me to escape, as I'm tied in place and at his complete mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me right now and there's nothing I can do about it, except to take it.

My gaze pierces his, accompanied by the desperate heaving and squirming of my needy body. The toy's vibrations are surprisingly strong and invading my body with a lot more force than any toy I've ever used. I know I could come any moment, if I let myself.

But I won't. I can do this. I'm determined not to let him down again.

To my relief, he withdraws the plug after pressing it against my nub with extra force one final time. I groan needily when he moves the plug further down, sliding it along my slickened slit and wetting the tip of it with my juices before he continues on his journey.

I let out a helpless moan, begging for more, when he teases me in a place no one has ever touched before. His eyes are glued onto mine as he begins to apply gentle pressure on my tight puckered hole, drawing intrusive circles around my anus, all the while observing my reaction.

"You can do this, can't you, little doll?" he asks, narrowing his eyes in a foreboding manner.

I nod, biting my lower lip to suppress another moan. "Yes, master."

I recoil when he moves his other hand toward my center, taking my swollen nub between two fingers and pinching it so harshly that the sensation is almost too much for me to bear. The shriek that escapes my lips is underlined with agony and pleasure in equal measure.

"No, please, I'm gonna c –"

"No, you're not," he warns, softening the pinch on my clit, gently rubbing it between his fingers instead.

I pant in ecstasy, desperate to come, and so, so, close.

But I won't. I can do this.

Just when I feel as if I've lost this round as well, I can feel the pressure against my hole increasing. He's slowly pushing the plug forward, stretching me relentlessly. The pain isn't too much to handle, but it serves to act as a hot spice to my mounting arousal.

"Don't you dare come," he warns me again, noticing my increased agitation.

He underlines his words with one last push, forcing an undisciplined shriek out of me after the plug breeches the tight ring of muscles. The vibrations stir me in places I've never felt before, obscuring my mind as I melt into the flurry that takes a hold of my insides.

I've never been so aroused for such a prolonged amount of time, and I don't think I've ever been this desperate to come. I’m not a stranger to orgasms, but I merely got myself off for quick relaxation or to get my mind off of things. I've never been toyed with like this, and I've never been looked at like this.

Ryan, my master, is getting up on his feet. His eyes never leave me when he strokes one hand across his crotch. He's hard again, displaying an enormous bulge that confirms his desire for me.

"Look how beautiful you are," he says hoarsely, nodding toward his shielded erection. "Look what you're doing to me."

I manage nothing but a hearty groan in response. The tremors of the toy have shifted and are no longer torturing me at my most sensitive spot, but my excitement is still growing stronger nonetheless.

He enjoys the view for a few more moments before he leans his chiseled physique over me, flexing his massive muscles as he begins unfastening the ties binding my left wrist. He doesn't let me lower my arm on my own volition, but grabs my wrist as soon as it is freed. He caresses my sore skin while slowly lowering my arm back down, allowing it to rest on the floor before he moves over to the other side.

My arms are tingling with an achy pain as the blood flow returns to my limbs. I've been tied up for quite a while, and it shows in the way my limbs react to finally being freed.

He unties my legs, lowering each one with the same caution and tenderness he showed my arms. The plug continues to oscillate through my core, causing me to jerk as I sit on the floor with my legs lazily stretched out and my arms hanging to the side of my body. Just like a doll, a marionette whose strings have been cut.

He steps back to watch me adjust to the newly granted freedom. My eyes meet his with furious determination.

I can do this. I've come this far. If I could get through all of this without giving in to the urges he was tempting me to cave in to, I can withstand so much more.

It's obvious that he has more in store for me, more to test me, more to toy with me.

And he's not going to make it easy.

"Stand up," he commands. "And walk for me."