Page 64 of Hushed

The words fueled her, and she attached the second clamp faster. The pain was just as blinding, but she was ready for it this time, and squeezed the vibrator with the walls of her pussy as the pain settled into the intense ache she was growing to enjoy.

“Now, back in position and rub your clit until you’re close. If I have to put the phone down for a minute, just keep going and trust that no one else will see you. I’m not leaving this limo until you explode for me.”

Fuck, if he had to put the phone down, that would mean he was approaching a security checkpoint at the White House. It terrified her and turned her on all at the same time.

“I don’t see you playing.”

Her hand flew to her clit, and she did her best to focus on his face and his voice.

“Such a beautiful girl, obeying me like a perfect little slut. Imagine those clamps are my fingers pinching your nipples, baby. I can’t fucking wait to get back to you so I can give you the pain you crave with my own hands. You’re going to hurt so good for me.”

His generous praise and encouragement pushed her closer to the edge, and soon she was teetering on the brink.

“Please let me come?” she breathed.

“Keep going. Not quite yet, little imp.”

And then the camera moved, and his face disappeared. The ambient sound from his side of the call went silent. He must have muted his mic. Fuck, she didn’t like not having him right there in her ear. It sent her into a mild panic, but she tried to focus on the buzzing between her legs.

“Tug on the chain,” he ordered when he came back.

She pulled it until she was wincing, and he chuckled. “You went above and beyond my instructions, sweetheart. You really do want the pain. We’re going to have fun with that when I get back to New York. Now let’s finish this. Beg me when you’re close.”

The toy kicked into high gear, and she cried out from the surprise of it.

“Fuck!” she cried as she neared the edge again.

“Please let me come,” she whimpered. “I need it so bad.”

“Yeah? How bad do you need it, little imp?”

“So bad, I’ll do anything, please, I’m begging you.” Her voice sounded panicked.

“Anything? If you come now, are you willing to go without until I get my hands on you again?”

“How long will that be?” she asked.

He shook his head. “You must not want it that bad if that’s important. Pull the chain again and let me hear you cry for me.”

Her body trembled at his words, and she moaned as she reached for the chain and pulled on it again until she was crying out and begging for relief.

“Please? I’ll do it. I won’t come again until I see you in person.”

“Even if I’m gone for a week?”

She whimpered at the thought of not seeing him for a week but gave him a pathetic nod. “Please, Gage?”

“Come.”

The one word pushed her over the edge, and she called out his name as the orgasm slammed into her, leaving her incapable of saying much else.

“That’s a good girl. You look so pretty when you come for me.” He encouraged her all the way through the orgasm, until the last tremor subsided. Then the toy switched off and he waited for her to catch her breath.

“That was perfect,” he said as he stared at her through the phone.

“Fucking yeah it was,” she said as she struggled into a more comfortable position.

He grinned. “How does it feel to know you just came in front of the White House?”

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