For the next twenty minutes, I mixed it up. I used the vibrator, my tongue, and my hand, or any combinati
on of the three, to edge her. She stopped communicating with words after the first ten, devolving into grunts and moans. Some were pleasure, but most were frustration.
It wasn’t like I enjoyed watching her suffer, but I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t like the power trip. I had two fingers inside her pussy and the vibrator against her clit when I brought her dangerously close. I could feel her internal walls trying to milk my fingers for enough satisfaction to push her over, so I pulled out swiftly and shut off the vibrator, dropping it beside her hip.
“No!” she cried. I slapped those same damp fingers against her pussy, getting her to jerk against her restraints. Her voice was broken. “Fuck you.”
I threw myself over her, attempted to kiss her, but she turned her head away, running from my lips as soon as she realized what I wanted to do. Her head swivel back and forth, jerking in a violent shake of her head. No, she said with every cell of her body.
Nerves turned into a stone in the pit of my stomach. Shit. I’d pushed her too far. Joseph had said to take her as far as I thought she could handle, and then add another five minutes to it. It was normal to underestimate. “Ruby—”
“Please. Please,” she whined. “Please just let me come. Please, Kyle. I’ll be good. So, so good.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. If I’d been standing, her begging would have brought me to my knees. I swallowed hard and did my best to sound stern. “You’re begging. Do you remember what I said?”
“Yes, fuck. I’ll do whatever you say from now on, I promise. Just . . . please.”
I closed my eyes. Her words were so powerful I had to hold still for a moment to endure them. Then I settled over her, slipped my hand between our bodies, and gripped my cock. “Yes,” I said. “I’m about to fuck you so good, you’ll get wet tomorrow just thinking about it.”
Her sob was coated in relief, and as I pushed inside her, it only got louder. The restraints protested as she tried to move her arms, maybe in an attempt to touch me. I sank deeper and deeper into her wetness, my mind blanking with pleasure.
“Can I come?” she gasped in my ear.
I drove into her, just one single thrust. “Yes.”
Her body bucked upward with tremendous energy. Her mouth dropped wide open, but nothing came out. The explosion stored up inside her was so epic, she seemed to lose the ability to breathe.
“Tell me every time you’re coming,” I ordered, rising on my balled fists as I drove into her. The contractions of her pussy squeezed me, making my vision haze. Don’t come. It feels really good, but don’t.
“Fuck, fuck!” she screamed, finally finding air. “I’m . . .”
The orgasm went on and on. She was wild beneath me, thrashing against her bonds. I picked up the vibrator and switched it on as I wedged it between us. “Don’t fucking stop coming.”
I didn’t really expect her to be able to, but holy shit, she obeyed. Her convulsions were accompanied by guttural moans. Her body jerked as I continued to pump into her. She couldn’t touch me, couldn’t move, and it all seemed to add to her orgasm.
It was uncomfortable with the vibrator digging into my stomach, and I focused on that rather than how good it felt. Because it felt way too fucking good. Her rasping, struggling breath seemed to slow as the pulsing inside her died down, and I lifted the vibrator away for a moment to give her a reprieve.
Ruby had been more of a one and done kind of girl when it came to sex, but I’d also never edged her or demanded more. Was it possible?
I forced the black wand between us again, the vibrations reverberating against me. “Come again, right now.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, arching up and crying out. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
Fucking hell! I stopped moving and rode out her orgasm, stunned and determined not to follow her into her release. Giving her orgasms back-to-back made me greedy. “Good girl,” I moaned over her soft cries, encouraging her. “Again. You’re going to give me one more.”
“No,” she whined. She tried to move away from the vibrator, but couldn’t. “No, it’s too much.”
She’d said no, but not stop. She hadn’t safed out. I fought against my programming to stop when I heard her no. I pressed the toy harder against her and pounded my cock deep, going as fast as I could in the less than ideal position. My voice was pure domination. “Yes, again. Do it now.”
“No, no . . .” Only her words seemed mindless, as if talking to herself.
The shift happened faster than the snap of my fingers. She threw her head back and her body locked up, seized with euphoria. Her lips moved, mouthing out inaudible obscene words. The final orgasm seemed to detonate in her, leveling all in its path.
I shut off the vibrator and dropped it to the mattress, focusing only on her. I framed her face in my hands and kissed her gently, guiding her back to me after sending her so far down into pleasure, she seemed lost. Her body was quaking uncontrollably, so I smothered her with my warmth and put as much of my skin on her as possible. I wanted her to feel our connection and how I was right here with her.
Our mouths fit together so perfectly.
I gently pressed my tongue against the seam of her lips, asking for more, and she welcomed me inside, her tongue brushing against mine. Like last night, our kiss started innocently enough, and quickly flared out of control. Even though I was lodged deep inside her, it wasn’t enough.