“Oh!” She let out the cutest little cry when the machine began to rumble beneath her. Her shocked expression quickly turned to one of bliss.
I smirked and pulled the remote from my pocket, so she could see that I controlled her stimulation. “You like your new toy, gatita?”
She moaned and nodded, remaining nonverbal. She didn’t have to use words to communicate, not when she was in my power. Her only concern was to submit to whatever I wanted to do to her. She made the sexiest little sounds when she couldn’t speak.
I stroked her cheek, communicating my pleasure with her. “Greedy girl. I want you to keep count of how many orgasms you have. Can you do that for me?”
She swallowed and nodded again. Moving almost tentatively, she rocked forward slightly so she could press her clit against the vibrating machine. Her lashes fluttered, and she rolled her hips, obviously enjoying the sensations against her pussy and ass. Once she started, she couldn’t seem to help herself. I watched her grind against the Sybian, my own unfulfilled lust tormenting me.
“You’re going to be so beautiful when you’re riding my cock like that,” I said, my voice rough with need. I traced the line of her parted lips with my thumb. She didn’t turn her face away, so I applied pressure, slipping inside her mouth.
I rubbed my thumb against the tip of her tongue, stimulating her nerve endings. Her body was primed for sexual pleasure, so I stopped rubbing to test her. She groaned and immediately licked my thumb, seeking more sensation. I started to gently pump in and out of her mouth, pushing a little farther each time. When I neared the back of her tongue, I applied pressure. Her throat contracted, but I didn’t let up. She adjusted quickly, learning to breathe through her nose and suppress her gag reflex.
“Good girl,” I ground out, desire consuming me. She’d worried that she wouldn’t be able to accept my full length, but I’d been right in saying she’d be able to take me.
I kept my thumb deep in her mouth, and she continued licking me. She rocked against the Sybian, her tongue moving against my finger almost frantically as she neared completion. Her gaze dropped to my erection, and she let out a needy little whine.
Rewarding her, I reached down with my free hand and pinched her nipples. “Come for me.”
She didn’t take her eyes off my cock as she screamed out her orgasm. I resumed stroking in and out of her mouth. Her lips clamped down on my thumb, as though desperate to keep me inside. She licked it like her favorite candy, her ecstatic moan vibrating on her tongue.
I pulled my thumb away, and she whimpered her disappointment.
“Don’t forget to count for me,” I reminded her as I turned off the machine.
She remained silent, her eyes lifting to mine. She stared up at me, appearing almost entranced. Her lovely eyes were dark with lust, her mouth open and waiting for more.
A low laugh rumbled from my chest as arrogant pleasure rolled through me. She didn’t find the sight of my face horrifying, as she had in the beginning. Instead, she regarded me with open fascination. I was the first to introduce her to this bliss, the first to show her what her body was capable of.
I would give her pleasure, but I also intended to take, to claim.
“You were supposed to count your orgasms,” I prompted.
She blinked, dazed. “What? Oh. One.”
“That’s not nearly enough for my greedy gatita, is it? I want more, too.”
I turned the machine on again. As soon as the vibrations started, her gaze riveted on my erection again. Her body was already responding to my conditioning: focusing on my cock earned her an orgasm.
She licked her lips, seeking more stimulation against her tongue.
“You want to see me?” I asked roughly.
She nodded and rolled her hips, resuming her grinding motion at the thought of looking at my dick.
A feral sound slipped through my teeth, and I unbuckled my belt, almost fumbling in my hurry to free myself from my slacks.
Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. She scooted back a little, as though startled. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen me, but the view from her kneeling position would be different for her. More overwhelming.
The fact that she found my size intimidating, despite her obvious hunger, took me to the edge. I fisted the base of my shaft and squeezed, staving off my need to come on her face.
“You’re going to make me lose control,” I growled. “Do you have any idea how delicious you are? So innocent and nervous about pleasing me.” I touched two fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face. “You do please me, Samantha. Very much.”
Her lips curved up at the corners, her spine straightening as she basked in my praise. I trailed my fingers over her soft cheek. “You’re perfect. So pretty with your body bound and shaking for me. Do you want to come again?”
“Yes,” she gasped, rolling her hips against the machine.
“You can come when you kiss my cock. Show me how much you want to come. Show me how much you want me.” I ground out the command. I needed her to want me, to crave me.