"I'm not stopping you, Riss. Come. Give me your pleasure."
The first orgasm crashed into her and she bucked and cried out. Her brain involuntarily had her begging him to stop, but she didn't mean it. Lance knew that too and ramped up the pace of his motions, never letting her clit have a break as he moved the toy in and out of her. The second and third orgasms crashed through her just as hard and she wasn't sure how long she could sustain the intense, toe curling pleasure that was currently rocking her world.
The toy left her pussy, and this time didn't reenter. “Open your hand.”
The toy he'd just been using on her came to rest in her hand, still coated in her slickness.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, and she could feel his hair brushing her sensitive folds. Then his mouth was on her, devouring her swollen, sensitive pussy. He licked and sucked her soaking hole, silently ordering her to give him another round of her pleasure. Despite feeling spent, she could feel the pleasure building, and she knew the orgasm wouldn't be too far away.
The pressure was intense, and she knew moisture was flooding his tongue when the fourth orgasm rolled through her. Fuck, if he kept this up she was going to squirt in her mouth. That always made her feel uncomfortable.
A hand landed hard on her thigh and she screamed out a garbled cry of pleasure and pain.
"Stop thinking. Your only job right now is to come as much as I let you."
How had he known?
"You tense up and try to clench your pussy shut when you start over thinking the way you come. If I want you to squirt against my face, that's exactly what you're going to do understood?"
When she didn't respond right away, his hand came down hard on her other thigh.
"Do you understand?" he bit out. "I'll keep you here all night and demand a hundred orgasms out of you if you don't respond."
"Yes," Sir, she breathed. His mouth closed over her pussy again it wasn't long before he was coaxing two more orgasms from her exhausted body.
When the sixth orgasm rolled through her, she slumped against the cross and the toy she'd been gripping in her hand slipped.
Lance caught it before it hit the ground, and she could feel him getting to his feet.
The toy made contact with her pussy, dipping in one more time.
She whimpered in protest, but he just soothed her with gentle shushing noises.
"We're almost done, Riss. You're doing good."
The toy left her, and he reached up and yanked the blindfold off.
Marissa blinked against the dim lighting of the dungeon, though the light in their play area seemed brighter than everywhere else. She glanced down to find that the source of the extra light was Christmas lights that had been wrapped around her middle, securing her to the cross. Clever, she thought. She glanced up at her bound wrists.
Garland? The man had tied her up with fucking garland. If she weren't so exhausted, she might have giggled.
He held the toy up to her lips. "Suck," he ordered. "suck it like it's my cock"
She obeyed as he pushed the toy into her mouth, letting her suck it. It was a glass toy. In the shape of a candy cane.
As she sucked herself off of the candy cane dildo, he tugged on the chain between her nipples and made her cry out.
"Good girl," he said, pulling the toy away.
She glanced down at her clamped nipples and this time a giggle escaped. The clamps had been adorned with Christmas ornaments.
"Really? Christmas ornaments, Sir?"
He smirked and trailed a finger down her cheek.
"Is that enough Christmas spirit for you?"
Her mind rushed back to earlier in the day when she'd scolded him for not having enough Christmas spirit on his floor at work.
How he'd turned something so silly into something ridiculously hot she didn't know.
"Can I unwrap my present now?" she asked, glancing down at the bulge in his slacks.
He grinned but shook his head. "When we get home, little kitten."
She stuck her lip out in a pout but quickly pulled the lip back in when he gave the chain on her clamps a sharp tug.
"Let's get you down from here," he said.
He untied the Christmas lights and garland first then nodded to her tits. "You want to do it or should I?"
"I'll do it," she murmured. Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled the clamps off and tried not to squeal as the blood returned to them.
"Fuck," she bit out.
He bent and sucked each nipple into his mouth for a few seconds before he straightened and pulled her into a tight embrace.
“How you feeling?” he asked as she inhaled his cologne.
“Cold,” she said with a giggle.
He released her and pressed a kiss to her nose.
"You go get dressed, Kitten. I need to talk to Bethany for a minute and then we’ll cuddle and watch everyone play."
She frowned.
"What about?"
Lance shook his head. "I just have some questions about website she wants for the self suspension group."
Marissa nodded. That made sense. Her jealous streak annoyed her sometimes. She leaned in and kissed his lips one more time. "I love you," she murmured.
In the dressing room, she pulled on the simple wrap dress she’d stashed in her bag and ran a brush through her hair. She'd neglected to put a second pair of underwear in her bag so she was having to go commando. Lance wouldn't mind, she thought with a smirk.
Marissa stepped out of the dressing room just in time to see Bethany squeal and clap and throw her arms around Lance. What the hell were they up to? A website wasn’t that exciting.
She gave her friend a small wave when she approached. Lance wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"What are the chances you don't have anything on under that dress?" he asked in her ear before he pulled away.
She gave him a shy grin and a little shrug, her unfounded jealousy fading. "Pretty high."
He laughed. “Good girl. Let's get home and cuddle there instead. I believe you have a present to unwrap.”
6
Wednesday, December 12th,
Lance
“I’m so sorry, Lance. I tried my hardest, but the best I can do for Friday is move the dinner up so it’s an hour earlier.”
Lance smiled at his assistant. “, I think that’s going to work out just fine. I’m cooking up a little surprise for Marissa and it will be good for me to get to Colorado before her if I can. Now I just have to convince her to take the dinner solo.”
“Want me to talk to her?”
Lance shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Aren’t you leaving early today to see how Jill does on her own?” he asked glancing at the clock above his office door.
Kimberly nodded. “Yes, Sir. I just wanted to come in and try to straighten out the mess for Friday. Please call me if you need me. My leave of absence doesn’t begin until after Christmas.”
Lance gave her a thumbs up. He hated that she was leaving even if it was only temporary, but she’d worked a lot of long hard days for him. If anyone deserved an extended leave, it was Kimberly.
When she was gone, he turned to his computer system and logged in. Today was all about finishing the build on a new app. Those were his favorite days because he got to put his headphones on, roll up his sleeves and spend the day buried in code. The downside to being the face of the company was that those days were more sparse than when he was just coding in his apartment to make ends meet.