“I think it’s time we test your theory on edging. Take off everything.”
Bella didn’t move right away, busily rewinding her words from weeks before.
That doesn’t sound all that bad.Her claim after hearing he enjoyed tormenting a submissive with power tools. Not dissuaded from that opinion, she eagerly pulled off her clingy, extra-short, electric-blue sheath then stood naked waiting for her master, because panties were a thing of the past for her now, just like he’d warned.
When Dan approached, magnificent chest bare, his half-sleeve tattoo on display, she shivered in anticipation. After he secured a web of straps to her thigh, she looked down at it and asked, “What is that?”
“The anticipation and surprise are half the fun,” he answered. “You’ll see soon enough.”
He picked her up and laid her on her back on the table. Then, with wide sweeps of his hands, he caressed and aroused, as he bound her wrists and ankles to the four corners. Once he had her immobilized, and at his mercy, the teasing amplified. He cupped each breast, rolling her nipples gently at first then applying more pressure. When she arched her back, pressing into his touch, he stopped—the big sadist—and dragged his palms slowly down her belly. Her breathing quickened when they rounded her hips, squeezing her pliant flesh then moved center to glide over her smooth pussy.
“Do you know how beautiful you are like this? Submitting to my restraints, my touch, my desires no matter how outrageous they seem?”
Before she could respond, or perhaps because he didn’t expect one, he tore open the Velcro on the thigh straps and inserted one of his power tools.
“This handy little harness will let the wand buzz away against your clit, leaving my hands free to explore and torment you everywhere else.” The supersonic vibe came to life with the flip of a switch. “If memory serves, we got to five last time. So perhaps that should be our starting point this time. And remember the rule...”
“No coming without your say-so. Yes, sir.”
“Very good. Let the games begin,” he said cheekily, amping up the wand speed by several clicks.
As she struggled to keep from shattering in orgasm right out of the gate, Dan played. He leaned over her, whispering teasing words she could only half make out, and giving her slow, drugging kisses. Eventually, he moved lower, taking each pointed tip into his mouth and sucking, making them harder. He produced a pair of suction clamps and applied them to each nipple.
And still the wand buzzed on.
Bella wiggled and squirmed, trying to lessen the constant bulb pressure. But the harness worked too well, keeping it focused directly on her clit.
A sheen of sweat covered her body, so much that Dan had to switch from the suction cups to rubber-tipped alligator clamps because the others kept sliding off.
She’d lost track of how long she’d been on the table and how many times he’d brought her to the brink of climax then suddenly stopped what he was doing—kissing, massaging, or cropping her mound and breasts, using the little leather flap on the end precisely and expertly—but denying her the final second of stimulation that would send her over the top.
There was no doubt in her mind why they called the erotic torment edging; she’d been yanked back from the edge often enough. The accomplice to her evil dom’s eroticism, his wicked wand. Relentless and untiring, it not only had multiple speeds, she discovered there were also different rhythms and several set-it-and-forget-it preset patterns. Still on speed five since the outset, he cranked it up to six, eliciting a shrill, agonizing wail from her.
“How are you doing, baby?”
“Just peachy, sir,” she gasped.
Her smart-ass reply prompted a return of the crop’s leather square, the keeper he called it, on her inner thighs, lower belly, and breasts.
“Peach isn’t a color on our safeword stoplight, Bella,” he drawled. “Try again.”
“Green,” she moaned without meeting his gaze.
A rude way for a sub to answer her dom, but she was afraid she’d say something to prolong her torture.Let me come, you evil twisted sadist, came to mind, but he would probably enjoy that after all the times she declared he wasn’t. Claiming he was too sweet, kind, and gentle to have such a warped, sexually deviant mind.
Boy, was she wrong. He was finally showing his true colors.
The keeper was gliding up her belly. It lightly tapped the underside of her breasts then flicked her clamps. A little tinkle of bells sounded. He’d used the pretty clamps to hide his cruel intentions.
“It’s been nearly three months. I thought it was time for a reminder.”
What was he saying? Reminder of what? Had it really been three months? Time sure flew by while being tortured. But she couldn’t count now. She couldn’t even think, except about getting relief. Her diabolical dom was set on drawing out her torment, and refusing to let her come, until...
That’s just it. He hadn’t told her when, or to what end, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could stand.
She whimpered when he adjusted the bulbous vibrating head so it pressed more firmly against her clit. That it hadn’t gone numb yet was a feat in itself. That she hadn’t come was a miracle. But he was a master at the game, knowing exactly when to stop licking, or fingering, or vibrating.
Damn him.