Rock On (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

The wand rolled its way back up to my clit, and then down my pussy again. Effects of the vibration reached up to my hips and down to my knees. Pure joy caused me to nearly sing my delight as he worked the tool on me.

“No,” I sobbed as he took the wand away, right when I was on the brink of an orgasm. “Keep going. Let me cum. Please.”

“Have patience, my pet,” he said, squeezing my nipple in a way that made me want him even more.

When I was mostly settled, he buzzed up the wand and touched it to me again. I nearly wept with relief. Adam denying me an orgasm again was like torture to my desperate mind. I needed to cum quickly, or I might just go mad.

Again, he got me close, pulling away right at the crucial moment. This time I did cry, tears of frustration and anguish. Adam coaxed me as he slipped his fingers in and eventually, I calmed down.

My angry sobs turned to pleasured moans as he built me up again. Forever the fear lingered that I would be denied again. The orgasm that finally came was stronger than any before. Exquisite relief flooded through me as my pussy quivered and I moaned out Adam’s name.

“Good girl,” he said, kissing me on the belly. “That felt good, right?”

“Yeah. Really good. It hurt a little,” I confessed.

“But not too much, right? The idea isn’t to hurt you, just to show control. I’m in charge, completely and fully, even deciding when you are allowed to orgasm. It might sound harsh, but tell me truthfully, what was the orgasm like when I finally let you have one?”

“Transcendent,” I gushed, “like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“That’s partly the tension release. I know it can be difficult, but it will be worth it in the long run, trust me.”

I did trust him, not only with my body, which had been freely given, but also with my safety and, by extension, my very life.

“Would you like to try the next one?”

“Okay.”

Scooting me a bit further down the bench, my ass near the end of it, I heard the cap of a bottle snap. I tried to look but couldn’t quite see. I was pleasantly surprised by the touch of a cool, lubed tip pressed to my exposed asshole.

“This might be a bit cold,” he said.

“W-what is it?”

“It’s called a butt-plug, my pet.”

It made sense, in a certain, literalist kind of way. Inch by inch, he eased it in. My tight virgin ass reacted surprisingly well to the intrusion. My muscles stretched to make way.

It didn’t feel painful or too tight, which was essentially the opposite of what I’d always heard about anal penetration.

“Are you going to put it in my ass? Your cock, I mean?”

“No, not yet, but soon. I want to make sure you are trained and ready. This will help you adjust. How does it feel?”

“Wonderful,” I confessed, surprising myself.

“Good.”

Picking up what I recognized as a standard vibrator, he lubed up one end of it and lay it against me, the shaft nestling between my pussy lips. It wasn’t in me, not all the way, but it wasn’t completely outside me, either.

“Oh!” I cried out.

My body jolted as he turned it on.

The butt-plug felt great, but the butt-plug combined with the vibrator brought me to a whole new level of pleasure. Different clusters of nerves were being worked at the same time.

“Would you like it inside you?” Adam asked me.

“Yes,” I nearly screamed.

Adam angled the vibrator so he could slip it in. The plastic shaft was easing up, almost to the hilt. Its pleasurable wave of buzz was vibrating through me.

Right at the edge of orgasm, Adam did it again, pulling back and denying me my finish, turning the vibrator off, but leaving both it and the butt-plug inside my little virgin holes as they were filling me up and stretching me out.

“Sorry, my pet,” he said, stroking my belly, “but it really is for the best. You will thank me later.”

His warm hand felt so heavenly on my tender flesh, that I had almost forgotten the entire tortuous incident. But then it happened again. The low but resolute buzz from deep in my pussy reminded me that he was playing with me like I was his toy, and that he could do whatever he liked with my body.

As he worked the vibrator inside me, Adam again took hold of my breasts, massaging and sucking each of them in turn. My dusky pink nipples soon glistened from his mouth, the moisture only intensifying the sensation.

I knew he wanted to eat my pussy again, but the vibrator was already there. So, instead he contented himself with my breasts once more. His free hand kneaded me like fresh dough, as he suckled like a baby at the boob. The sensation was genuinely lovely, as I became increasingly certain that, even without the two toys, I might well have come from the breast play alone.