Page 20 of His Love
“No more, please.”
“It's too early for your cries, Paisley. I'm just getting started.”
And I was. She’d orgasmed twice since she had taken her pleasure into her own hands but we weren’t done, not by a long shot.
“I can't!” she cried.
“I can’t isn't red, baby,” I reminded her, thrusting three fingers into her tight heat.
“No!” She thrashed as I rubbed her G-Spot.
I didn’t answer until I watched the third orgasm tear through her. “This is what naughty, impatient Little ones get.”
I flipped her onto her belly, mindful of her ankle, and looked over the arsenal of vibrators she’d collected. It was impressive and I wanted her to remember this every time she picked one up.
Choosing the small anal beads, I drizzled lube onto her anus and then onto the beads.
I slid the first one into her with ease. She grunted as the second one filled her. By the third, she was panting and by the fourth, I thought she might actually come from ass-play alone. Grinning, I picked up a vibrating wand and slid the head between her pussy and the mattress.
“No!” Paisley cried when I powered it on.
“Yes,” was all I answered.
“Augh!!” She yelped as I kicked up the frequency.
“I want four more.”
“ What? Axel… I… no… I can’t give you four more!” She screamed into the mattress.
“Oh, you can and you will. I was on the phone with Leland for seven minutes. I want one orgasm for every minute you couldn’t wait.”
She tried to lift her body off the wand, probably to relieve some of the pressure, but I pressed my hand on her back and laid her back down.
“Ohmygosh,” she whimpered. Her toes curled and her body shook. She orgasmed so beautifully.
“ Fucking beautiful,” I praised. “Three more.”
“No, please!”
“What do you say if you want it to stop?” I was reminding her often. I didn’t want her to feel like she didn’t have any power at all.
“Red.”
“Do you want to say red? I won't be upset if you do,” I assured her, rubbing gentle circles on her back.
“No,” she groaned as she buried her head back into the mattress.
I removed the wand, flipped her back onto her belly and selected a thick dildo from the bed. It had a vibrating base and raised ribs spread over its surface.
“I want you to take this and fuck yourself with it,” I ordered. Realizing how rough my tone had been, I corrected myself, “I want to see that sweet little pussy swallow this whole. I want you to work two orgasms out of that pretty little cunt for me, baby.”
I didn’t want her to think my tone was because I was upset at her. It was because of how horny I was.
She took the dildo from me. I grabbed the lube and squeezed a line onto it even though it wasn’t needed. Paisley was still dripping.
After lowering it between her legs and working the large head inside her, she shivered.
“Feel good, baby?”
