She pressed her face into the thick terry cloth towel and breathed deep, vacillating between trust and moving forward to the pleasure he promised and letting her anxiety shut things down with a single word. After several moments of soul-searching, she gave him her answer. “I trust you, sir. Do your worst.”
Amused, he replied, “You make it sound as enjoyable as a trip to the real doctor. This is supposed to be fun.”
“I’m ready for it to start any time now.”
Her sass earned her a smack on the bottom.
“Liar. If I had allowed it, you’d have come at least four times already.”
She felt pressure as whatever it was slid in slowly, stretching her. She concentrated on the sensation, trying to figure out what the heck it was. When it was in a few inches, he eased back, twisted it, and then resumed the slow inward glide. The hand on her bottom caressed and soothed the whole time.
This was no speculum. Nothing at her annual appointment came close to feeling good. When she released a pent-up breath and relaxed, the object sank deeper.
“I like that sound,” Ethan murmured. “Enjoyable, just as I promised.” His warm, wet tongue flicked her clit. “I’m regretting my career change as a sophomore. I didn’t know what I’d be missing.”
“This is all very strange.”
“Strange how? Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, but it seems—I don’t know...bizarre.”
“Because it’s new and different, and you aren’t in control?” His breath teased her inflamed flesh and his tongue circled the pearly nub in between questions. “Surrender to me, Lanie. When you do, it always makes you happy.”
Was she overthinking this? He wasn’t hurting her. In fact, everything had been intensely pleasurable. But like the control freak she was, her overactive brain kept throwing up roadblocks. Trust, that’s all he asked for.
“You’re right. Resisting something that feels good doesn’t make a lot of sense. I surrender.”
He nibbled on her clit, and she sucked in a breath. “Was it my mouth or the restraints or not letting you come when you want to so badly that brought you to this epiphany?”
“None of the above, sir. It was you because I love and trust you, no matter what kinky things you do to me.”
His fingers flexed on her bottom, and his voice was raw with emotion when he said, “I love you, too, Lanie, but you make it really hard to stick to my role when you’re so damn sweet.”
Her man persevered, however, and resumed playing, tormenting her endlessly with his mouth, teasing fingers, and the mysterious toy. Her thighs trembled, not from the stress of the position but from struggling to hold back the climax that threatened. She focused on her breathing, inhaling through her nose then letting it out slowly. Although she had poo-pooed Ethan’s preaching on relaxation techniques in the past, she found it helped in certain situations. This was indeed one of them.
Done with the toy at long last, it made an embarrassing sucking sound when he removed it. He patted a bottom cheek. “Wet as you are, the next part will be a piece of cake.”
Without an intermission or even a moment to regroup, he palmed her cheeks, spread her wide, and licked her small hole. Then he worked her natural lubricant around with a long finger, playing at that until she was begging him to let her come. Again, when she was on the cusp of something big, he changed his focus. It was like being on a sexual roller coaster. The twists and turns were exhilarating, but the slow, agonizing ascents and plummeting drops—not so much.
She heard the buzz of the vibrator long before it touched her. When it did, first circling but not touching her clit, the indirect vibrations making her quiver then moving into direct contact and buzzing away, she almost lost it.
“Please, Ethan! Fuck me. I can’t take anymore,” she begged.
That earned her a swat on each cheek and another demand for patience.
But he gave her a brief reprieve, moving the vibe to her entrance and pushing it inside. It wasn’t long or thick, but was smooth and rounded, like an egg. He had it set on low enough to tease and keep her on edge, but as it buzzed against the front wall of her pussy, her G-spot came alive.
“Ethan!” Her shriek was desperate and shrill. “What’s the punishment for coming because I’m not gonna make it?”
“Too much?”
“Yes, you evil man! Please, let me come.”
He didn’t relent, and she didn’t really expect him to. They’d played with delayed gratification often. Ethan letting her come at his own pace, by his design, no matter how much she begged for relief. But he always made it good for her in the end. True punishment would be to leave her unfulfilled. He’d never been so cruel—thank heaven.
He repositioned the vibe, seating it farther inside her pulsing channel, and mercifully the intensity subsided.
“No coming until I say,” he reminded her. “We’re almost done. There’s only one hole left to examine.”