going to get on this toy, Coralyn. You’re going to take all of it.
I don’t care how clumsy you are with your hands tied behind
your back. Every single movement you make I’m going to
feel. It’s going to be magnified inside me.”
Coralyn’s legs shook. She was clumsy when she moved
across the bed. She had to crawl on her knees, and it was
embarrassing, putting one in front of the other, but Giana’s
cheeks fl
ushed as she watched. Her nipples were taut, tight
and beaded, and Coralyn wanted to put her mouth on them, but
Giana hadn’t told her to do that, so she wouldn’t. Not yet.
She’d ask later. She wanted to spread Giana’s legs and taste
her around that toy. She wanted to put her fingers inside her
alongside that toy, just to feel how tight she was. She couldn’t
do that either. Not yet.
What she could do was obey.
She maneuvered herself over the toy, and it was so hard
without her hands to guide it into herself. She was so wet that
it slipped over her entrance, bumping against her clit, which
made her grasp her bottom lip between her teeth and work it
hard. It was embarrassing, how the toy kept slipping out.
Frustrating. Giana did nothing to help. She watched Coralyn
struggle and Coralyn could tell that she liked it, and instead of
that making her more frustrated, it brought a flush to her skin
and a wash of sensation, and she lost some of the frustration.
She kept working at it, angling her hips until she was able to
take the toy a few inches inside.
It stretched her, even though she was so wet, even after
Giana’s fingers. It was thick and she could feel every inch of it
as she worked herself down on it.