Page 10 of Past and Present

"I'll show you after you come for me."

For the next several minutes, he fucked her cunt, increasing speed as he went on. She could hear her own wetness as he thrust the toy inside of her. There was something on the dildo that grazed her clit every time he drove into her, and she was soon writhing and begging to come.

"I'm not stopping you, Riss. Come. Give me your pleasure."

The first orgasm crashed into her and she bucked and cried out. Her brain involuntarily had her begging him to stop, but she didn't mean it. Lance knew that too and ramped up the pace of his motions, never letting her clit have a break as he moved the toy in and out of her. The second and third orgasms crashed through her just as hard and she wasn't sure how long she could sustain the intense, toe curling pleasure that was currently rocking her world.

The toy left her pussy, and this time didn't reenter. “Open your hand.”

The toy he'd just been using on her came to rest in her hand, still coated in her slickness.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, and she could feel his hair brushing her sensitive folds. Then his mouth was on her, devouring her swollen, sensitive pussy. He licked and sucked her soaking hole, silently ordering her to give him another round of her pleasure. Despite feeling spent, she could feel the pleasure building, and she knew the orgasm wouldn't be too far away.

The pressure was intense, and she knew moisture was flooding his tongue when the fourth orgasm rolled through her. Fuck, if he kept this up she was going to squirt in her mouth. That always made her feel uncomfortable.

A hand landed hard on her thigh and she screamed out a garbled cry of pleasure and pain.

"Stop thinking. Your only job right now is to come as much as I let you."

How had he known?

"You tense up and try to clench your pussy shut when you start over thinking the way you come. If I want you to squirt against my face, that's exactly what you're going to do understood?"

When she didn't respond right away, his hand came down hard on her other thigh.

"Do you understand?" he bit out. "I'll keep you here all night and demand a hundred orgasms out of you if you don't respond."

"Yes," Sir, she breathed. His mouth closed over her pussy again it wasn't long before he was coaxing two more orgasms from her exhausted body.

When the sixth orgasm rolled through her, she slumped against the cross and the toy she'd been gripping in her hand slipped.

Lance caught it before it hit the ground, and she could feel him getting to his feet.

The toy made contact with her pussy, dipping in one more time.

She whimpered in protest, but he just soothed her with gentle shushing noises.

"We're almost done, Riss. You're doing good."

The toy left her, and he reached up and yanked the blindfold off.

Marissa blinked against the dim lighting of the dungeon, though the light in their play area seemed brighter than everywhere else. She glanced down to find that the source of the extra light was Christmas lights that had been wrapped around her middle, securing her to the cross. Clever, she thought. She glanced up at her bound wrists.

Garland? The man had tied her up with fucking garland. If she weren't so exhausted, she might have giggled.

He held the toy up to her lips. "Suck," he ordered. "suck it like it's my cock"

She obeyed as he pushed the toy into her mouth, letting her suck it. It was a glass toy. In the shape of a candy cane.

As she sucked herself off of the candy cane dildo, he tugged on the chain between her nipples and made her cry out.

"Good girl," he said, pulling the toy away.

She glanced down at her clamped nipples and this time a giggle escaped. The clamps had been adorned with Christmas ornaments.

"Really? Christmas ornaments, Sir?"

He smirked and trailed a finger down her cheek.

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