Lena was already dripping when Mark strapped her wrists to the headboard. The leather cuffs bit into her skin just right, tight enough she couldn't twist free. He didn't say much, just shoved her thighs apart and taped the wand vibrator right against her bare clit. The first buzz hit like a slap.
"Fuck," she hissed, hips jerking up. The head was already slick from her.
Mark turned it up one notch and sat back in the chair beside the bed, eyes locked on her pussy. "You're not coming until I say. And you're coming a lot."
The wand pulsed hard and steady. Lena's clit swelled fast under the pressure. She tried to rock away but the tape held it flush. Her first orgasm slammed in under two minutes. Her stomach clenched, thighs shaking, a raw cry ripping out as clear fluid leaked down her crack. The vibrator never moved.
"Too much," she panted once she could talk. "Turn it down."
Mark didn't. He reached over, spread her puffy lips wider with two fingers so the head sat directly on the swollen nub, and clicked it higher. The second orgasm crashed right on the heels of the first. Lena's back arched hard, wrists yanking at the cuffs. She came with a guttural moan, cunt clenching around nothing, more wetness spilling out. Her clit throbbed painfully under the relentless buzz.
"Mark, please, it's too fucking intense."
He answered by sliding two thick fingers into her soaked hole and curling them hard against her front wall. The combination made her eyes roll back. The third orgasm tore through her faster. She screamed this time, voice cracking, body twisting as much as the restraints allowed. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed his fingers while the wand kept grinding her clit raw.
He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on her inner thigh, and turned the wand up again. Lena's breath came in short, desperate gasps. Sweat slicked her chest. Her nipples were tight and dark. Every muscle in her legs trembled.
"I can't," she whimpered. "Not again."
"You can." Mark's voice stayed flat and dirty. "Your cunt's still dripping. Look at it."
He was right. Strings of her come stretched between her thighs. He pressed the wand harder, grinding it in slow circles now. The fourth orgasm built slower but hit deeper. Lena's whole body seized. She came with a broken sob, thighs trying to close around the toy, failing. Her clit felt huge and burning under the vibration. Fluid gushed out around the head, soaking the sheets.
Mark finally eased the wand off for ten seconds. Lena sagged, chest heaving, thinking it might be over. Then he shoved the thick head of his cock into her without warning. She was so wet he slid to the hilt in one thrust. He fucked her in short, brutal strokes while he clicked the wand back on and held it against her clit again.
The fifth orgasm ripped a hoarse shout from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a fist. Mark groaned but didn't stop moving. He kept pounding through her spasms, the vibrator never leaving her swollen clit. Lena babbled curses and pleas. Her vision blurred. Another orgasm followed almost immediately, her body too overloaded to tell where one ended and the next began.
Mark pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach as much as the cuffs allowed, and pushed back in from behind. The new angle drove the head of his cock right against that same sensitive spot inside. He reached under her and mashed the wand against her clit again.
Lena's face pressed into the pillow as she came again, screaming into the fabric, body jerking like she'd been shocked.
He kept going. Six. Seven. Each one made her voice hoarser, her cunt more swollen and slick. By the eighth she was just making raw, broken sounds, drooling on the pillow, hips twitching involuntarily every time the vibrator buzzed her overstimulated clit.
Mark finally yanked the tape off, turned the wand off, and slammed into her hard and fast. He came deep inside her with a low grunt, filling her while her pussy still fluttered from the last forced orgasm. When he pulled out, come and her own wetness leaked down her thighs.
He unbuckled the cuffs and rubbed her wrists. Lena lay there shaking, clit still pulsing, thighs sticky. Her voice was wrecked when she finally spoke.
"Jesus Christ."
Mark kissed the back of her neck, rough and satisfied. "Told you you'd come until you screamed."
