Page 37 of Caging Cessie
“Then take more.”
Obediently she sank down another inch. “It’s deep but I’m not full… not the way I would be if it was your cock.”
He took a deep breath, and when he spoke his voice was rough with what she knew was arousal. “Take another inch.”
With a whimper of obedience, she did, having to work and roll her hips to do it.
She paused there for a moment, panting. The bells on her nipples made small shivery sounds in time with her breaths.
Then she forced herself down even more, until she felt unmistakable pressure against her cervix.
“I’m full, Master.” She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. “As full as I can be when it’s notyourcock.”
His gaze glittered with desire and something she could only call a need to dominate. “Fuck yourself. Make the bells jingle.”
Cessie adjusted her knees, then pushed up, the dildo sliding easily out of her slick pussy. It would flop over if she lifted all the way off, so she stopped with the tip still inside her, then sank down.
Pleasure rolled through her as she fucked herself, bouncing up and down on the dildo that wasn’t fat enough or stiff enough to really satisfy her. It was maddening to be so close and yet so far, to have what she wanted, yet not be satisfied.
The bells on her jesses and nipple clamps chimed, drowning out the sound of her own heavy breathing. She needed to be full. Needed to come. Those interlaced needs made her bounce faster as if she could force satisfaction through speed.
Her nipples were starting to burn not just from the pinch but from the weight of the small bells pulling on them as her tits bounced.
“Close?” Leon asked, and his voice was near.
Cessie’s eyes snapped open. Leon was inside the cage with her, standing at the foot of the bed and slowly removing his shirt. She didn’t stop her almost-frantic bouncing on the dildo as she greedily eyed his now bare chest.
“I asked you a question, Cessie. That’s two.”
“Not close,” she panted. “It’s good but it’s not enough. Not enough.” She moaned out the last word.
She could feel the start of the orgasm as a tightness low in her belly, but it wasn’t getting tighter. The pressure wasn’t increasing, which meant she wouldn’t get to enjoy the release of that pressure.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking yourself.”
He circled around the thick post at the corner of the four-poster bed then sat. The mattress dipped slightly but she didn’t let that stop her.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, her tits jiggled, nipples pulled and pinched by the clamps.
The dildo slid in and out, in and out. It was now soaked with her arousal, allowing it to slide in so easily that the only thing she could do to increase the stimulation was to go faster.
Leon leaned on one elbow on the mattress, his gaze fastened on her sex.
He reached out and spread the top of her labia, exposing her clit. She froze, hoping desperately that he’d touch her there.
“I didn’t tell you to stop. That’s three.”
Cessie couldn’t stop the little growl of frustration, even as she obediently resumed fucking herself. Leon braced his palm on her belly so he could keep his fingers on her labia, keep her spread even as she resumed moving.
Now she got the faintest brush of air on her clit as she moved, enough to tease but not enough to stimulate.
Frustration made the muscles of her arms tight, and her fingers were laced together into a fist on the top of her head.
“Master, please!”
“Please what?”
“Please touch me so I can come.”
