‘Like this?’ He touches the tip of the vibrator to my clit, so briefly that I almost don’t register it, then removes it again.
‘No, longer! Keep it there.’
‘You are telling me what to do.’ He tuts.
‘I need you to … please.’
‘I like to hear you beg. Can you beg some more?’
The vibrator buzzes, infuriatingly lightly, along my perineum, twirling for one swift revolution in the shallows of my vagina before moving forwards again.
‘Please ple
ase please please please please.’
The bastard just runs it laconically along the crease of my thighs, close enough for its vibrations to make my labia and clit tingle, but nowhere near close enough to take any of the edge off my desperation.
My voice climbs higher, shriller. ‘Dimitriiiii.’ It almost cracks.
‘You want something?’
‘Please let me come.’
‘I can do that. If I decide.’
The warmed-up silicone kisses my vagina. It moves down, about half an inch, ready to effect full penetration.
I moan.
He flicks a switch and increases the vibrations. I prepare myself for the big push forwards.
It doesn’t happen.
He takes the vibrator back out, leans down and spreads my labia with his finger and thumb so that they are wide apart. He blows a gentle breath on to my clit.
I convulse, spasm with the maddening closeness of my orgasm. ‘Noooo.’
He repeats this little torture routine eight times. Eight times. My body is weak as water, my legs numb, my wrists sore from the struggle against the cuffs.
I spout a stream of gibberish. ‘You can’t … no … please … I need to … please let me …’
I am close to tears when he finally shoves the vibrator right inside, adding a thumb to my clit. Three firm thrusts are all it takes to bring me storming into a stars-and-planets blinder of an orgasm.
‘Oh God, so cruel, so fucking cruel,’ I rave, letting it all gush forth while he holds the buzzing phallus deep inside me and watches.
‘OK, nice,’ he says, once I’ve twitched to a halt. ‘I make you beg to come. Now I make you beg to stop coming. What about that?’
‘What?’ I try to raise my head.
He pulls out the vibrator, but it is still on its highest setting, vrooming away. He applies it to my clit until it sparks back into life and I can’t help trying to grind on it, greedy for my second coming. Once it is fat and full and my vagina sucks hungrily on three of his fingers, he swaps them around, filling my cunt with the smooth, thick silicone cock, pumping it up and down, frigging me with his fingers at the same time. The second climax is even harder than the first and I scream until my voice gives out, stilling to a ragged pant.
‘You like this, hmm?’
He doesn’t stop fucking me with the vibrator but keeps a smooth pace, slicking it in and out. I feel his hot breath, then his tongue, lapping at my overworked clit. I feel too sensitive there and my thighs try to clamp together, but of course they can’t.
‘Oh no, it’s too much,’ I whimper. ‘Please stop.’
‘Too much?’ The words drift over my sex. ‘That is for me to say. It is too much when I have enough. I want more of your cunt.’