I yanked her underwear off her ass, clicking the vibrator on, and pressed the tip between her folds, daring her to argue.
"Ungh..." She immediately responded, her whole body twitching at the intense stimulation, her hands burrowing into the covers.
Her pussy was almost immediately dripping, the folds somehow flashing me back to a seashell I possessed as a child, the mysterious hollow of it that sounded like the ocean inside, a blush-pink spiral. I used to feel like there was a world in there I would never understand.
The small vibrating shaft grew warm and slick with her as she moaned, and I pressed the button again, jacking up the speed and intensity so she came hard and fast.
She drew her legs together and dropped sideways onto the bed, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her breath quick.
I never lingered on the sight of the women I fucked, but now my cock stirred impatiently when I knew I had to be patient if I was going to keep my promise. I wanted to look at her. She was beautiful...
Maybe it could be different.
Chapter Seventeen
Frankie
I rested just a moment as I listened to Florian unpacking another toy, going to wash it, and coming back. I wanted to look at him, but I knew he needed patience from me. I remembered his hand taking mine on the roller coaster. In that moment, he was in control and I wasn't. That was safe for him.
Still, I sat up for a moment and pulled off my shirt, something he hadn't asked for, showing him more of my own naked skin. Baring myself willingly, following an instinct.
He walked back over, quietly urged me back down and grazed teasing fingers down my spine again. Nasty trick, I thought, as my ass popped right back up in the air as if trained. I couldn't help it. It felt so good and it was taking everything in me not to nuzzle my face against him.
He pushed the bulbous tip of a glass dildo into my entrance and urged it in deeper as he kept training his fingers along my spine. Smooth and hard, it penetrated me until I grunted a rebellion against any more of it, at which point he brought the bullet vibrator back to my clit again.
With the dildo inside it was a totally different sensation. I didn't keep sex toys around at home. Uncle Roy had a cleaning lady who poked around all of our apartments. I wasn't about to get caught with any of that and be the subject of ribbing when word got out. I was used to the organic sensation of Ian and Waylon pleasuring me with their own bodies, not these hard vibrations—unrelenting and intense.
My passage heated like it was on fire as Flor worked the dildo in and out and the vibrator up and down, and I absolutely could not hold back my moans and cries. it was intense that I was desperate to come again. Just to spare myself. Flor was detached from the intensity of my pleasure as he tortured me with his fresh batteries.
Suddenly I orgasmed again so hard, so suddenly, that I jerked against his hand, then I shoved the vibrator away as I collapsed again, my inner walls flexing against the dildo. I rolled onto my back, arching, running my hands through my hair.
My eyes were closed for a moment as I panted through it, but when I opened them again, Flor was drinking in the sight of me.
I had caught him in a raw moment, no longer so cold, but warm and full of need, his hand against the tight shape of his cock.
I wet my lips and returned his look. I didn't care what he said. If he was already looking at me, I was going to look back.
"Stay there," he breathed, and he picked up the last box from the bag and started ripping into the packaging as he walked into the bathroom.
He returned, leaving me face up, his eyes carefully running over the lines of my body. He pressed one knee onto the bed beside me and ran his hand down my arm, from shoulder up to my glove, lifting my arm over my head in the process, his fingers stroking my muscles. Then he guided my other arm up above my head the same way. He made it clear that he wanted me to keep them there. The mood had changed. He was looking at me, meeting my eyes.
He ran his fingers down my collarbone, my side, around my ribs, all sorts of lines of me traced, and then, my breast. He reached down and flicked my nipple with his tongue and then sucked. My breasts felt very tender, like they were growing heavier with his touch.
He pulled the glass dildo out, dripping wet and leaving me empty for just a moment before he slid in a rabbit vibrator in its place. I had heard the term but I didn't realize it would be so...involved. It was like a dildo with an extra bit to tease the clit at the same time. There was something that felt a little flexible and almost crunchy under the smooth surface, while the rabbit ears brushed my already very sensitive bud.
"Wait," I breathed. "What does this thing do?"
Florian was looking at me now. Still cautiously, coldly, like he didn't want to give anything away but he could no longer help himself.
He grabbed the box and looked at it. "Rotating pleasure beads," he said. "Ten different pleasure patterns." He leaned closer to me and said in a husky whisper, "You'd better keep those hands over your head, Your Majesty. We had a deal."
"I'm not sure I can handle this thing after the other things!"
"It's like that rollercoaster ride. Just when you think you can't take anymore...you will." He gave the vibrator one more little nudge to make sure I would feel those rabbit ears, and then he turned it on.
"Oh...god..." The first setting was pretty slow, a steady vibration. He cycled through...and it sped up. Then paused. Bzzt...bzzt...zmmmmmm.
I caught my breath on the quick pulses and then I screamed on the long one.
"I guess that'll do for a bit," he murmured. He pressed another button and the rotating pleasure beads kicked on. That was the crunchy bit; they started buzzing around inside me now. They produced a heat in my core that rushed through my whole body. ”Keep your hands up."
He was watching me now.
My instinct was to close my eyes, look away, as I completely lost control. I groaned; I licked my lips; I kneaded my hands back into the pillows. His hand was firm on the handle of the vibrator, giving it a little side to side flick or a flex now and then just to give me even more of a surprise. I was already sensitive. I couldn't control my screams and moans, but I made myself meet his eyes.
His beautiful eyes.
They held such pain and I wanted to take that pain away.
Let me take it away...
I was half-crazed with pleasure at this point, well past the point where pleasure becomes torture but I also would have killed him for stopping. My mind was wiped of all my normal worries, but it also became crystal clear for a moment. I caught a wave of magic and rode it. I broke his rule and reached out a hand, yanking off a glove and brushing his forehead with my fingertips.
A memory slammed into my head. It briefly became visceral. I was tied down, gagged. A man touched me. Anywhere he liked. Worse would come. Restrained, scared, I didn't even know where the hand would go next. Sometimes he was gentle. Sometimes rough. Didn't matter. Either was an equal violation. Sometimes he left me there. Sometimes he hurt me. Sometimes he made my body betray me with a release and I hated him most of all then.
The memories whooshed over me like getting caught in a sudden large wave at the beach, and then passed. Gone, gone, get out of the water now, and don't go back in...
I pulled my hand back and Flor was looking at me in shock.