My arms were sore and aching from reaching back to hold my cheeks open as I groaned helplessly, “Don’t stop … please Master!” But even as I begged, a part of me wanted this part over with … but then again, a part of me wanted even more.
He pushed the fourth bead against me slower this time. I knew he loved to see me quake in the mixture of both helpless need and the pain of being stretched again to take the bead. With another pop, it nestled into my tight bud, pushing the others an inch and a half deeper.
“One more Baby,” he encouraged me but I managed to glance back and catch the grin on his face as he added, “But you’re still not done.”
Moaning deeply, I could feel a lone tear slide down my flushed cheek as I turned my head once more. Gasping for breath, I knew that he was far finished as my ass pushed back again, trembling as I begged, “Yesssss … do it Master … take my ass!”
I could see him grin as I began to beg lewdly with both my words and body. Pushing the fifth and final bead against my rim, he slowed it up some, as if purposely making me hurt and cry. I had always heard some pain was good in order to make the pleasure more intoxicating when it came later.
As he pushed the bead past the rim with the now-familiar {pop} until only a string dangled out, I cried out, a sob ripped from my throat as I trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Tears were racing down my cheeks as I buried my face into my arm. Red marks were undoubtedly showing on my ass cheeks where I had dug my nails into my own flesh from the intensity of it. Sobs were making my entire body quake, coupled with the buzzing on my clit and the beads shoved into my stretched hole.
“Now stand up and kiss me,” he commanded, taking a step back to give me some room.
Slowly releasing my cheeks, my hands moved to the desk beneath and pushed upwards, trembling uncontrollably. My legs felt like jelly as I turned to him, flushed cheeks stained with tears as I stepped closer to the man I loved, offering my lips up to his with a sob.
He leaned down and kissed me firmly, the intimacy comforting and in that moment I could feel that he was pleased. I couldn’t help but moan softly as his lips claimed mine, long lashes fluttering open as I watched him pull away, turn and walk towards his chair to sit, patting his lap in invitation.
“Come,” he said in a soft, soothing voice.
Willing my legs to work, I moved towards him, trying to get used to the feeling of the beads shoved deep inside of my ass. Slithering into his lap, I wiggled closer as my palms pressed to his shoulders and despite the tears, I gazed at him with lust-filled eyes.
Master kissed me again, deeply this time as his strong hands pulled my hips closer to press his cock firmly against the opening of my cunt in hint. I could feel the vibrator buzzing between them and I couldn’t help but moan as his lips claimed mine again.
Shifting my hips over him, I could feel my entire body on fire for him as my hands began to take on a life of their own; moving to the back of his neck, fingers delving into his hair as he positioned himself against me. My moans were lost in the recesses of his mouth and I could hear him groan softly as I shifted on top of him.
Aligning myself with his hard shaft, I could feel him pressing up against me insistently. I wanted him like no other and at times like this I knew the feeling was returned tenfold. Using my hands as leverage on his shoulders, I lifted up some to feel his cock head press against my soaking slit and then pushed down, causing his cock to slowly slide easily into the hot, moist depths.
My cunt muscles clenched around him as I cried out in lust; the sensations were almost more than I could bear! “Oh Master … Master!” I cried as my nails slid down his shoulders to grasp at his arms.
He groaned softly as my hips rocked against him, fucking him for as long as he would let me. I could feel his cock stretching my pussy just like the beads were stretching my ass. Just as my body stood hinged on the edge of another orgasm, he suddenly stilled to speak firmly.
“Go lay on the bed … face in the pillow, ass in the air.”
I bit back a frustrated groan as he left me hanging on the edge once again. I wanted … no, NEEDED to feel him thrust deeper within me, blue eyes melded to his momentarily as he stilled.
With a soft sigh, I reluctantly pushed off of him with a needful moan. I could feel his cock slide out, my juices trickling down over his thighs as I moved away from him with a glance backwards before laying on the bed like he commanded.
Whimpering softly, I could feel him move up to kneel on the bed behind me, his strong hands grasping my hips gently as he whispered, “Play with your cunt.”
I desperately needed him to fuck me now more than ever and a soft groan lifted as I began to beg again. “Master … please…” Unable to stop the needful lust I felt for him, my fingers moved between m y body and the bed to touch and tease, pushing against my gaping cunt and the vibrator that continued to push me to the limits of my bare-thread control.
I moaned into the pillow, my fingers clenching the sheets beneath me as he leaned down to lick at her pussy, sucking the dripping juices from her petals. My hips pushed back, needful for more as he grasped the string dangling from my ass and pulled just a bit , causing my tight rosebud to clench.
The fifth bead pressed against the inside of my anus, but he didn’t pull it hard enough for it to come out. A searing sore pain shot through me as his actions mirrored those of pulling the beads out but instead, he alternated pulling the string with pressing a finger against my ass, sodomizing me with the beads. I could sense the tension building and knew I was quickly approaching another climax.
“Beg me to fuck your ass harder,” he said. I want to know when you’re cumming.”
Gasping at his command, I could only groan and nod in answer as I drew a deep shaky breath. My whole body was tightly coiled, hinging on the next release as I began to beg in a stronger voice than I realized I had at this point. “Fuck my ass Master … oh god, please do it … harder, oh Master!”
Apparently he was eager to do it because he began fucking me with the beads harder and a bit faster but still … not pulling them out. Instead he just ground them into my stuffed, sore asshole. I knew he delighted in holding me suspended in those agonizing moments of pre-orgasm, prolonging them in that point of no return. They were, admittedly, delicious but not being able to cum was ripping through me!
I moaned as a shudder coursed right through me, suddenly realizing that a part of me was actually starting to enjoy this. My ass was pushing back some as if in blatant invitation for him to continue; my fingers were curling deeper into the sheets in pleasure as I moaned uncontrollably.
“Ohhhhh …. mmmmm … please, Master please!”
I could see him grinning at my obvious pleasure, grinding the beads right into my tight little hole and shoving them deeper with his finger. Then he would pull on them again just until the fifth bead pressed tightly, painfully against the swollen rosebud with the threat of popping out. The instant I started to spread to let it go, he would pop it back in, pushing it deep and hard.