“Try moving.”
I squirmed but had little to no moving space. He continued working, looping ropes through the headboard. Tracing intricate knots throughout, making a gorgeous design. When he finished, my arms were bound behind me, tethered to the headboard with my legs spread open as far as they could go. Smaller ropes threaded along my chest, around my breasts and abdomen, making a bustier of rope. He removed my heels, discarding them on the floor.
Taking a Hitachi wand, he planted it at my clit, starting it on low. The soft vibrations tickled, making me giggle.
“Enjoying that, Montero?”
“Yes Sir.” I giggled. “It tickles.”
“We will see about that.” He hit the button, intensifying the speed and vibration. I moaned a little and breathed heavier as the vibrations took over.
“Not so ticklish now, are you?”
“Nu-no.”
“No what?” He inquired, pressing the control again. The wand whirled loudly as the vibrations intensified. I felt myself grinding my hips against the large head.
“No Sir.”
“Are you going to be a good slut for Daddy? Or should I turn up the intensity to ten and watch you squirm?”
“I- I’ll be ga-ga- Oh God!” I stumbled over my words as my body shook from the intense orgasm.
I wanted to collapse but the ropes held me in place. My thighs and legs felt heavy and I was spent. I glance at Mr. C and he had that devilish look on his face.
“Oh I hope you don’t think I was going to let you cum once then stop.”
He pressed the control again, slowing the wand back to the first setting.
“We have 4 more to go.” As we started the cycle all over again until I felt myself lose consciousness from excitement.
Later that evening.
He went out on the balcony for a smoke break. I laid where he left me, my pussy leaking the sweetest combination of our fluids. After the wand session and a quick aftercare break, we went at it- four times. Four rounds of amazing, back-breaking sex. My wrists, arms and thighs ached from such strenuous activities but simultaneously, I felt myself getting turned on again by the mere thought of him and craved more. Feeling my brat side emerge, I reached in the drawer of my nightstand for my vibrator, rolling on my back. I twisted the base, listening to the soft purr of vibrations. At first, I started slow, circling my clit, teasing myself as I played with one erect nipple. Once I was wet enough, I started fucking myself; slowly working in and out of my pussy. I propped my legs up on the headboard for better access. Turning the setting up higher, I rubbed it vigorously against my swollen clit. I closed my eyes and moved my hips to match the rhythm. Lost in the throes of my self -pleasure, I didn’t hear or notice him come in. I heard a deep sigh and opened my eyes. He was standing over me, slowly stroking his hard cock.
Briefly, I considered stopping until his eyes told me to continue.
“Keep playing slut. I want to see you cum before I coat that pretty little face of yours and take what’s mine again.”