Page 120 of Pandora's Pleasure
Damien was no longer touching me, but my skin felt like he was as I slid off my pumps and stripped out of my jeans and blouse. I pulled off my underwear slowly, the blue sapphire twinkling on my left ring finger…a reminder that whatever we did in this room we did as lovers.
Naked, I was led across the room by my master, who directed me to stand between two tall posts. He slipped my wrists into cuffs, pulling the straps wide so that my arms were stretched out on either side of me. There was no getting out of this. My legs were free, but even those he controlled by showing me how to stand with my feet apart.
I wanted to ask him not to hurt me too much, to keep the pain at a minimum, but I felt exhilarated, too.
Standing before me, he held up an iPad and showed footage that had been recorded in this room…in the bed where he took me for the first time. Mesmerized, I watched the moment when he had thrust deep inside me, taking my virginity. My body couldn’t help responding as though it was happening all over again. I recalled having him above me, that pinch of pain, the deep ache and then what followed, a sense of euphoria.
He must have been reading my expression because his eyes softened, as though asking an unspoken question.
“Whatever happens, I’ll always be yours,” I said, my voice a mere whisper.
“Let’s begin.”
He set the iPad down on a long table and brought back two metal clips that he worked to fit each nipple. Damien tightened them until the pinch became a throbbing sensation; the same one I’d craved. The same one that seemed connected to my pussy.
Lifting a leather whip off the table, he tapped it in his palm as he approached me slowly, threateningly, then let it glide along my limbs until my flesh tingled with need. He strolled behind me and I felt a flash of pain and heat as he struck my butt. My breaths came short and sharp as he continued to strike my buttocks.
Damien moved on to a small spiked roller that he weaved around my chest, right over my over-sensitized nipples that were still captured in clamps, causing me to jolt and gasp.
I felt dizzy by the time he stopped, and then I watched him remove his wristwatch and throw that on the table, too. He stripped out of his shirt revealing his toned, tanned muscles and six pack abs.
In a haze, I was lulled by the toys he brought over, one after the other. The vibrators that he seemed to carefully choose, the same ones he placed on my clit to thrum it into another universe.
“Today, it’s all about Pandora’s pleasure,” he whispered.
Unable to answer, I merely nodded, peering down as he pried open my labia with his fingers to reveal how wet he’d made me. He placed a rounded wand on my clit and it cherished that small nub with a violent tremor. I forgot to breathe.
Then he pulled it away just as quickly.
“I need more,” I managed.
“You need what?” he teased.
“To come.”
He moved over to a corner of the room and fetched what appeared to be a curved red seat on a sturdy base. He eased open my thighs and slid it between my legs so that I was sitting on it—straddling the saddle. With my hands outstretched and secured in cuffs, I couldn’t refuse him anything.
He flicked a switch on its side and the seat vibrated with a dangerous ferocity, causing my entire bottom half to shudder vigorously. It shocked my pussy into an instant orgasm. My cheeks flushed as I realized I was copiously soaking the seat with my arousal.
Another climax snatched away my self-consciousness and thundered through me like a runaway freight train. I gripped the seat with my thighs, jaw slack, exulting in this full body explosion of sensations with my tits bouncing, their clamps tugging, feeling another detonation of pleasure.
I was only vaguely aware of Damien as he stood back watching my violent ride, his expression serious, as though gauging my reaction to the intensity of the undulating seat.
My moans and screams echoed around us.
Head back, I rode out yet another orgasm. Owned by this moment, by him, I could do nothing but endure another forced cresting.
Having almost passed out, I felt him undo the cuffs and set me free. He carried me across the room and laid me on the bed, his hand brushing over my face to bring me back to reality.
I tried to smile, tried to find a way to express how profound this experience had been for me.
“Fuck me,” I said at last.
Damien’s zipper was already undone and his tip quickly nestled against my slick entrance, then his cock was thrusting deep, thrusting hard, pounding me as though he was aware it was him I really needed most.
Small tremors shook my body like little earthquakes.
My legs wrapped around his waist as I was snatched up into another climax, oblivion finding me as I felt him lose control.
