I felt him insert the vibrator into my pussy, and he controlled its vibration. At the same time, he crawled under the table and sucked my toes. With his smartphone, he made me gasp as the vibrations of the vibrator were increased. It was stimulating my walls, and I was moaning in pleasure.
Sucking one of my nipples, he played with the other using his fingers until both were erect. Then he switched nipples, all the while the vibrator was going. Suddenly, surprisingly, I came.
When I said I came, I mean, I came in a torrent. I just felt my entire body start to vibrate and quake and then—boom!
“Ooooh! Oh, God!” I squealed. “What are you…what are you doing to me? Oh, God!”
Jack suddenly stopped. My whole body was trembling. I must’ve shaken for a good solid two minutes. Then, just as my breathing started to slow, he started up again. He was incredibly patient, using the vibrator to get me off, letting my entire orgasm happen and finish and then onto the next one.
“Do you like it?” he whispered. “Do you like your reward?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I love it.”
I felt his fingers touch my lower lips and then stimulate my clit. I squealed and let out another, earth-shaking orgasm. My juices streamed from between my legs and ran off the ledge of the table. I could feel it underneath my ass as well. Shuddering for the next several minutes, I felt like I was processing the feelings of every cell in my body.
Then, just as it was over, Jack’s pinky penetrated my ass. It was a new sensation for me. Even when masturbating, I had never done anything like that. Then the vibrator must’ve been turned up to max because I felt another orgasm build.
“Jack, what are you doing?” I gasped. “Oh, God! Again! Yes!”
I felt his finger go in and out of my asshole while the vibrator shook uncontrollably in my pussy. It felt so good, but that was nothing. Suddenly, his lips were on my clit, and I saw stars.
“Huh!” I gasped. “Oh, God!”
Straining against the ropes, I could not sit up on the table as much as I pulled. I was spasming trapped, and the lines held me fast. Something about being that vulnerable and unable to move made the entire session even more erotic. As much as I wanted to lift my head and see Jack’s face between my legs, I couldn’t. And as much as I wanted to hold the back of his head with both of my hands, it wasn’t an option while I was tied up. I exploded again, probably all over his face, and was left shuddering on the table.
Then more kisses, more vibrator, more orgasms. I lost track of time. My limbs were useless. I couldn’t move; only experience the sensations over and over again. I might’ve been strapped to that table ten hours — a day — I couldn’t tell. Just when I thought it was over, he’d bring me to the brink again.
It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced up to that point. Then, suddenly, the music started to fade. The vibrator seemed to lose its charge and fell out of me. Jack leaned over and looked me in the eye. He was holding the end of the rope. With a quick tug, I felt the slack suddenly in all my bindings. I could move my arms and legs again as the rope just fell away.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
Jack turned and walked out of the room, leaving me processing what had just happened. I realized that he had taken my panties and left me the vibrator and the watch.
Sounds a little high school, but my first thought was to call Bella. But then again, how would I explain what had just happened. I didn’t have words for it yet. Japanese rope play sounded cool, but it was also exotic and strange. I don’t think she’d understand. I certainly didn’t understand it all.
Carefully standing up from the table, I realized that I was a little shaky. I steadied myself on a chair until all the feeling had returned to my legs.
Getting dressed, I noticed I had knocked over a glass of wine at some point in my fervor. It was everywhere. Thankfully, we were in the dining room! I felt obligated to clean up. No, that’s not true. I wanted to clean it up for him. Pleasing Jack was something I aspired to. Would he be happy that I did it? Would he compliment me or reward me again? Cleaning up seemed like a small price to pay for the orgasms, the watch notwithstanding.
It took several towels and some spray cleaner, but I returned the table to its pristine condition. Then I put all the towels in the washing machine and washed them. I found myself staring as the machine spun the towels, thinking about what Jack had done. Was there more to the rope play? How far did this go? Was this something he’d want me to do to him? Would he ever take my virginity?