He knows I hate being tickled. Fucker!
I flinch and wriggle about.
His big hand lands across my ass, the wicked spank settling me into submission. My chest heaves, I’m startled into obedience. I quickly tune into His touch in the darkness once again.
Two warm hands grasp at the backs of my heels, massaging them deep, before cupping my calves, slithering slowly along their length until the web of His palms nudge into the backs of my knees. I lift my ass up a little higher and rock my hips, silently begging Him to continue His tactile assault up my legs while letting the vibrator shift slightly about my stunned clit.
I pant, exhaling helplessly as my body is overcome with stimulation while bound and blinded. My chest rises and falls against my bed as I am taken by Gavin’s hypnotic actions, quickly climbing to that perfect pinnacle of pleasure.
His hands slide up the backs of my legs and dig deep into my butt cheeks, switching from firm massages to barely felt drags of His fingertips, swirling about random and opposing locations on my legs, ass and lower back.
I can’t take this anymore.
“May I come, Sir?”
“No.”
Mmmm fuck…
I pant harder, my chest heaving and my hands in fists, fighting to tear apart the chain that links my handcuffs.
“Sir. I must come… Now…”
“Just a bit longer.”
Fuuuckkk!
My mind slams its focus on every single influence on my body at this very moment, and I raise and lower my butt, tensing my trembling legs to wriggle free as it’s all I can do to hold back what will be an extraordinary release.
My Dom reaches forward and massages the back of my neck and silences me with His words…
“Now focus. And…”
I picture every ounce of mindful energy dropping from my head down to my core, and await His next word…
His other hand moves to cup my pussy once again, pressing the wild little toy a little firmer against my sensitive lips, swirling its tip around my swollen clit. And with a husky whisper I hear Him.
“Come for me.”
“Gahhh!!”
Bliss…
In a single word, I shake about and fall freely over the edge…coming hard on the bed. My legs weaken and I kick out, clamping them tight as I orgasm.
Waves of pleasure channel down my chest and belly, charging my core and legs to spasm repeatedly. Slow percussions of adrenaline carry my climax through its apex.
“Please.” I gasp, wriggling about on the bed, begging to be uncuffed.
At once, Gavin fetches the key and releases me from the restraint, and I turn over. Once the blindfold is removed, I grab the back of His head and pull Him in for a deep, mind-blowing kiss.
I smile at Him and giggle speechlessly. Before Gavin can say anything, He watches my eyes fall closed, noticing that I’m still under the effects of my new toy.
“Let me take care of that,” He whispers. “Punishment position.”
I nod and assume my place on the bed, ass up, face down on a pillow, and arms extended comfortably forward. I bend my knees, pointing my feet straight up into the air, ready for His next doing.
With my clit overwhelmed, He pulls the toy out, giving my tender spot a chance to cool off. But with my insides still ablaze, Gavin instinctively tends to me, offering me one more blissful release.
He kneels behind me and teases my core with His tongue. A single lick along my lips up along the crease of my cheeks and I feel the scruff of His beard reassure me that he’s close and lewd and calculating.
Seconds later, two fingers slide inside me, plunging deep in my glistening pussy as far as He can penetrate. Instantly, He begins a repeated “come-here” curl of His digits, tapping my g-spot over and over as I close my eyes and focus on another incredible wave building quickly inside me.
With calves hanging off the bed, arms stretched, and body inclined, a slight stress magnifies in my limbs, quickening the draw on my nerves. As my g-spot continues to be percussed, the cumulative effects are more intense than I can imagine, and I breath harder, and louder until…
“Gaaaah… Fuuuckk!”
I bite into my pillow and clench my fists. My legs clamp together hard, trying to contain the waves that course through me. My mind explodes into an irrational state of thoughtlessness. I float adrift on a sea of subspace, carelessly lost in the titillating surges of indescribable, primal exhilaration.
I take my time, second by second, to ride out every perfect rush as it fleets away, leaving me soothed and peaceful and content beyond words.
Gavin falls to my side, landing on His chest, His arms tucked at His sides with an eager look of curiosity and satisfaction in His gaze.
“You must be drained.” He smiles.
I look to His honest eyes, the dark, molten hues circling His pupils captivating me.
“I am, sweetie.” I lift my hand to His jaw and rub it, enjoying the feel of His beard, and trace a finger along His soft lips.
Gavin takes my hand and massages it gently, still connected to me by His sweet contemplation.
“Feeling better?”
I nod quietly and smile.
He draws me close and I hear the smoothness of His voice through His chest as He cares for me after letting me step away from the obligations of reality.
“Remember to try and have more good days than bad days, sweetheart. It’s all you can do.” I nod again, nuzzling into His chest. “And any time you have a bad day, I will be right here to take your hand, and ease you away to a perfect place.”
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Catching the Lovebug
Jennifer Rose
Quarantined and socially distanced, Tessa, Ben and Kyle face the challenges and struggles of COVID-19 isolation. When all is said and done will they part company as friends, foes or will the lovebug strike? — Catching the Lovebug
Catching the Lovebug
It all began one Friday afternoon in March of 2020. With just a few words, Tessa’s life spiraled out of control, the world had flipped on its axis, and everything changed for the worst. Everything!
“Got an email from HR,” Ben confirmed, pointing at the screen of his laptop. “Some major flu thing is shutting schools and businesses down.”
“Rumors are flying in the news, a Chinese flu so they say. Where does that leave us?” Tessa asked, confusion written in her wrinkled brow.
“Home,” Ben announced, reaching up and pressing his finger into Tessa’s brow to release the tension.
“Home?” Tessa swatted his hand away and Ben laughed.
“Yup, until further notice. Could be a few weeks or as much as a few months. It’s all very vague. We’re basically on quarantine until further notice.”
“Oh my god!” Tessa dropped into her chair rubbing her temples. “Quarantine? That’s bad. Nothing like this has ever happened before. Is this a pandemic? We’re all going to die, aren’t we? I can feel my throat closing off—”
“Are you finished?” Ben retorted barely pulling his eyes from the screen to look over at Tessa, who had turned pale as a cotton sheet and was fanning her face with a paper napkin. “We’re not going to die, but not anytime soon. So, calm the frig down.”