She knelt on the bed, wrists bound behind her back with soft leather cuffs that bit just enough to remind her she wasn’t going anywhere. The blindfold was tight, plunging her into darkness that made every sound sharper. His footsteps circled the mattress. She could feel his eyes on her naked skin, on the way her nipples had already hardened from nothing but anticipation and cool air.
“Spread your knees wider,” he said, voice low and even. She obeyed. The vibrator clicked on somewhere behind her, a low, steady hum that made her stomach tighten. He didn’t touch her with it yet. He let the sound work on her first, let the knowledge of what was coming sink in.
When the first contact came it was almost gentle. The rounded head pressed against her clit through nothing but air at first, then settled with firm pressure. She jerked.
He didn’t move it away. He held it there, letting the vibrations travel straight through her, building heat fast and merciless.
She tried to shift her hips back. His free hand landed on her ass, fingers digging in. “Stay still.” The command was calm, but it left no room. She froze. The vibrator stayed exactly where it was, pulsing against her swollen clit in relentless waves. Her breathing turned ragged within seconds. Pleasure coiled tight and fast, too fast, the kind that felt like it would tip over before she was ready.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he murmured. She whimpered. The vibrations were constant, perfect, cruel. Her thighs started to shake. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold it back, but the pressure was already cresting. When the orgasm hit it was sharp and sudden, ripping through her so hard her bound arms pulled against the cuffs. Her hips bucked once before his hand pinned them down again.
He didn’t turn the toy off. He simply changed the angle, pressing it harder, sliding it in slow circles that kept the stimulation going even as she was still pulsing from the first climax. “Too much,” she gasped. “Please—”
“You’ll take what I give you.” His tone didn’t rise, but the words landed like a hand around her throat. The vibrator clicked up one setting. The new intensity made her cry out. Another orgasm was already building, faster this time, meaner. She tried to close her legs but his knee was between them, keeping her open. She came again, harder, the pleasure edged with the ache of being forced past her limit.
He gave her no break. The toy moved lower, pressing against her entrance, then back up, dragging slickness over her clit again and again. Her voice broke on the third orgasm. By the fourth she was sobbing, tears soaking the blindfold, thighs trembling so violently the bed shook. Every time she thought she couldn’t take any more, the vibrations dragged another climax out of her anyway.
Somewhere in the haze she heard him unzip. The vibrator stayed in place, held by some kind of strap now so both his hands were free. She felt the blunt head of his cock against her lips. “Open.” She did, mouth eager even while her body kept twitching from the toy. He fucked her throat in slow, controlled thrusts while the vibrator kept her coming, over and over, until her mind went white and empty and all that existed was the relentless buzz and the weight of him on her tongue.
When he finally pulled the vibrator away, her clit throbbed in the sudden absence like a second heartbeat. He untied her wrists, laid her on her back, and slid inside her in one smooth stroke. She was so sensitive she came again almost immediately, clenching around him. He fucked her through it, steady and deep, one hand around her throat, the other pinning her wrists above her head.
“Again,” he ordered, and she did, helpless, lost, exactly where she wanted to be. The last orgasm rolled through her slow and deep, leaving her limp and shaking beneath him. He followed right after, groaning against her neck, filling her while she floated somewhere between exhaustion and bliss.
Later, when the blindfold came off and the cuffs were gone, he pulled her against his chest and stroked her hair. She was still trembling. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Good girl.” She smiled into his skin, already wondering how soon they could do it again.
