A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

When I allow my focus to fall back to my center, I realize he’s worked his finger in farther, and I suck in a breath.

“Evelyyyn,” Nathaniel singsongs, and I whimper. “You’re not doing what I asked, are you? You tightened up.”

“I’m… sorry. It’s overwhelming. If I focus on my clit, I’ll come too fast,” I reply.

He chuckles behind me. “Who ever told you there’s such a thing as coming too fast?” I think it might be a rhetorical question until he prompts, “What do you think will happen if you come?”

“That you… you’ll stop. And then you won’t get to do what you wanted to do, and I will have ruined it for you,” I breathe, as he continues his circles on my clit.

He shakes his head. “Baby, if you come, I’ll just keep going. I’ll keep going, even if you beg me to stop. The only thing that’s going to make me end this is if you call your safe word. Your orgasms are my reward. They don’t tell me to stop. They tell me, ‘Good job, keep going.’”

His words make me shudder, and I want to cry at how different, how amazing he is. Every other Dom I’ve been with has liked to withhold completion, except for the one with the Hitachi, who gets off on seeing just how many times he can make a woman come before she loses consciousness. But Nathaniel… he’s wanting to give me as much pleasure as my body can take. I don’t have to ask his permission to come. As many things as he wants to control, that’s apparently not one of them, calling the ability to get me off a “reward.”

“Now, focus on your clit, and when you’re ready, I want you push out with your asshole. It’ll open that ring of muscles, and I’ll be able to slide in without hurting you. Trust me,” he says, and I nod against him.

My mind’s eye zeroes in on my clit, and that fire starts to build once more, spreading through my core and down my legs, and I moan at how good it feels, and then I give him what he wants and flex my anus. He feels the tightness around his finger loosen, because he slides his long finger all the way into me without nearly as much resistance, and I gasp at the intrusion.

He picks up the speed of his circles, murmuring against my face, “Very good, little mouse,” and I’m shocked at how good it feels. My hips start to grind involuntarily, and that fire in my core starts to build and build as he moves his finger inside me.

I don’t know where to focus anymore, since what he’s doing to my ass actually feels wonderful, so I don’t need to distract myself from it any longer. But fuck, what he’s doing to my clit his exquisite, so I try to take everything in all at once. And before I know what’s happening, an orgasm slams into me, and I arch against him, his finger going deeper, the others working my clit faster, and my voice is echoing, echoing off the walls as I beg him for more. And he wastes no time giving it to me.

The next thing I know I’m on my knees with Nathaniel behind me, and he’s pressing between my shoulder blades until my face is lying on the wide edge of the tub. My arms come up to help me hold on.

“That little cunt feel empty?” he growls, his hand no longer on my clit but the other still at my ass, with the aftershocks of my orgasm still shooting through my body, I let out a mewl when suddenly he starts to add a second finger.

“Oh God,” I whimper, breathing out as I push my inner muscle outward to make it easier for its entrance.

His other hand comes down on my ass cheek, the sting reverberating through my lower half and making me moan. “Mmm, you like that, little mouse?” His hand comes down on the other cheek, somehow instinctively knowing to mix it up, and I pant his name over and over as he continues to work his fingers inside me. “I asked you a question. Does. That little cunt. Feel. Empty?” he repeats, this time spanking me between each word, the sound obscene since my ass and his hand is still wet with bathwater.

“Yes!” I call. “Yes, I feel so empty without you inside me, Mr. Black.”

He bends over me, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine, when he asks, “Who?”

“Mr. Black,” I whimper as he pulls his fingers out then shoves them back into my ass, the ring of muscle now loosened enough to accommodate the movement.

“Try again,” he growls, twisting his digits and scissoring them inside me, making me curse.