She lay spread out on the bed, wrists and ankles strapped tight to the posts with soft leather cuffs that still bit when she pulled. Naked, exposed, her skin already flushed from anticipation. Mark stood over her, the thick wand vibrator in his hand, its bulbous head already humming on the lowest setting.
"Look at that pretty cunt," he said, voice low and rough. "Wet before I even touch you."
He pressed the vibrator right against her clit without warning. The sudden buzz made her hips jerk hard, but the straps held her down. A sharp gasp tore out of her throat. He held it steady, grinding the head in slow circles over her swollen nub while she squirmed and cursed.
"Fuck, Mark, that's too much already," she panted, but her body betrayed her. Slickness coated the toy in seconds. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks as the vibrations drilled straight into her core.
He didn't ease up. Instead he turned the speed up one notch. The deeper rumble forced a long, broken moan from her lips. Her thighs trembled against the restraints. Every muscle in her stomach tightened as the first orgasm crashed over her fast and brutal. She came with a shout, cunt clenching around nothing, juices dripping down onto the sheets.
Mark laughed low. "One already. We're just getting started, baby."
He pulled the toy away only long enough to drag two fingers through her soaked folds, then shoved them into her mouth. She sucked them greedily, tasting herself while he watched. Then the vibrator returned, this time pressed harder, the head rocking side to side over her clit in a relentless rhythm.
She thrashed as much as the ties allowed. The second orgasm built slower but hit deeper, her whole pelvis lifting off the mattress before slamming back down. Her cries turned hoarse. Sweat slicked her skin. Every time she thought she could catch her breath, he adjusted the angle or bumped the speed higher.
"Look at you leaking all over the bed," he growled. "Such a messy little slut when you're tied up and vibrated."
He kept the pressure constant through the third climax. Her vision blurred. The vibrator never left her clit; it just kept buzzing, overstimulating the raw bundle of nerves until pleasure blurred into something almost painful. She begged between ragged breaths, words tumbling out filthy and desperate.
"Please, fuck, I can't, it's too much, please let me rest."
Mark answered by sliding two thick fingers into her pulsing cunt while the vibrator stayed locked on her clit. He pumped them hard, curling against her front wall. The combination ripped a fourth orgasm out of her. This one made her scream, body bowing as much as the restraints allowed, cunt squeezing his fingers in rhythmic pulses.
He didn't stop. He turned the vibrator to its highest setting and held it firm. Her fifth orgasm came with tears streaking down her face, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on agony. She babbled nonsense, hips twitching uncontrollably, thighs quivering.
Finally he eased the toy back, giving her a few seconds of mercy. Her chest heaved. Her cunt throbbed visibly, swollen and shiny. Mark leaned down, voice right at her ear.
"You think we're done? That pretty pussy's going to take a lot more before I untie you."
He pushed the vibrator back into place and held it there, steady and merciless, while she moaned and shook through another round of helpless, shuddering climaxes. The straps creaked. Her voice broke. And still the buzzing continued, dragging every last drop of pleasure from her bound body until she was limp, soaked, and utterly spent beneath him.
