Page 64 of Piece By Piece

“Do you trust me, Sweetheart?” he asks softly, and I know that no matter what I replied, he’d accept it.

I nod.

“Good. Lie on your back,” he says next. I follow his command easily. “Put your hands above your head.”

He kneels next to my head and starts wrapping the silk around my wrists in a figure-eight, just tight enough to prohibit my getting free on my own but not so tight to restrain the blood flow to my hands. He tugs gently on the silk and then looks at me, seeming satisfied.

“Is it comfortable?” he asks.

“It’s perfect,” I confirm, my voice shaky.

“If you change your mind at any given time, just tell me.”

“Of course. Seb, you’re not introducing me to god knows what. I can still move my arms when it comes down to it. Stop worrying,” I tell him, no matter how cute his concern is. I can’t deal with that sort of thing.

Nodding, his lips turn into a dazzling smile once again. “Okay, then. I’d say we start with the black one. It looks the most harmless,” he announces, referring to my black, tear-shaped vibrator. Looking at me for approval, I merely nod.

So he picks up my toy and turns it on, startling when it buzzes to live almost aggressively. I can’t help it, I laugh at that. “There are different settings,” I provide. He beams at me.

“How lovely. So much to try out.” He quickly clicks through the settings before spreading my legs for him to kneel in between. A glance at my center is enough to tell him that although nothing has happened yet, I am already glistening with my arousal. He swallows, his eyes growing dark with obvious lust.

“Be a good girl and don’t move your hands, okay? Lest I have to get the rope from the other room and tie your wrists to the bedpost.” Not trusting my voice to be even anymore, I nod. He’s killing me here, letting me wait naked, tied up,and spread before him but not touching me. His words are the only caress I get, and every time he speaks in that deep, husky voice, it feels as if his lips were attached to my throbbing clit.

Finally, the rumbling of the vibrator breaks the silence in the room. Sebastian brings the pointy tip to the side of my right breast, watching me carefully as he draws a tight circle around my nipple. He repeats the notion on the other breast, never quite touching my nipple, and that alone has me whining for him to get on with this.

When the silky tip finally does brush over my pebbled skin, my back arches off the bed and my legs try to clench on instinct. Of course, Sebastian sitting in between them stops me from getting that sort of relief and I am left to lie there, writhing uselessly as he plays with my sensitive flesh.

By the time he moves on, trailing the toy down my stomach and heading where I really want him, I’m dripping onto the bed beneath me.

He widens his kneeling stance, forcing my legs apart too, and then moves the tip of the toy down the outside of my pussy. Left and right, he repeats that slowly without ever touching my clit or slit.

“Sebastian, please. Enough teasing,” I eventually beg. At the sight of his satisfied expression, I don’t even have it in me to feel embarrassed.

“But of course, my Sweetheart.” He brings the vibrator to my center, wetting it with my arousal before he brings it up to circle my clit. At the first contact with my swollen bundle of nerves, my body jerks violently. Sebastian’s unoccupied hand finds my stomach, pressing me down to keep me in place.

“Mh, maybe this is the wrong setting,” he finally muses, clicking the button to change it. The vibrations turn faster, almost so much so that the bussing is numbing. “No, this one won’t do,” Sebastian quickly realizes, pressing the button again.

This setting is inconsistent, going from soft to hard vibrations every few seconds. Sebastian clearly likes it. “Now, this looks like something suitable for edging,” he guesses right.

And so he does, repeatedly driving me to the edge with tight circles until my body is buzzing and I’m not even sure what a full-blown orgasm feels like. Hell, I’m so sensitive that every time the vibrator presses directly onto my clit, I damn near thrash on the bed.

“Seb, please, it’s too much,” I finally whimper, slumping against the mattress when the buzzing turns off.

Sebastian comes down to kiss me. “I love the way you beg,” he whispers against my lips. Then, pulling back, he adds, “Let’s grant your clit a short break and move on to this. Tell me, does this vibrate too?” he asks, motioning to the long, curved, slender vibrator.

I nod, and despite my hypersensitivity, my anticipation grows.

“Good to know. First things first though, drink this. Can’t have you dehydrated after losing so many fluids,” he teases, making me blush embarrassedly.

Between how he has me sweating and my pussy weeping, I guess he’s right, but it’s still a reality Inevertalked about with a sexual partner. I mean, just the wordfluidssounds like a taboo.

Maybe that’s the downside of never having a steady partner. I am not used to having any sort of trust and casualcomfort towards my hookups. Hence, the communication aspect of the entire ordeal is entirely new to me.

Sebastian, oblivious to my wandering thoughts, nudges a cool glass of water against my lips. I oblige, despite my discomfort at needing his help for such a mundane task. It’s not like my own hands are of any use right now.

Once he deems me hydrated enough, he sets the glass back on the nightstand and picks up the second vibrator. This time, the foreplay doesn’t last as long. No, he wets the toy by running it along my slit a few times before slowly starting to work it inside of me, all without turning it on.

When he meets an initial resistance, he pulls the toy out again and circles my entrance again. Then, he slowly pushes it further inside of me, making me gasp and arch off the bed. Shit, that’s really fucking cold.

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