Page 44 of Caging Cessie
Two now-bare fingers slid over her clit and she whimpered. They were slick with some kind of lube. Her hips jerked up, and she gasped—the barely-there stroke of his fingers felt like he’d touched a raw exposed nerve.
He stopped stroking when she jerked and twitched, sobbing. But left his fingers on her, pressing gently as her clit throbbed.
With that hand still, the other stroked her nipple. Again, she cried out, this time turning her face into his neck and jaw. His thumb gently rolled her nipple. Pain and pleasure slid like snakes through her.
“S-stop,” she whimpered.
“Where are you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Cessie, are you red?”
“N-no. No, I don’t think so, but it hurts.”
His thumb went still, touching but not manipulating her nipple. For a blessed moment there was nothing to deal with but the burn.
Cessie’s hips rolled, rubbing her clit against his fingers.
“Cessie?”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I need you to touch me.”
It didn’t make any sense, and she cried out in pain as he gently rubbed her clit, but she needed this.
The pleasure was faint and far away. The world seemed to float and spin around her, and though she’d closed her eyes, there were bursts of color in the darkness as he touched her.
Each breath she took smelled like him. His body was the heat she needed at her back because every inch of her that hadn’t been touched by ginger felt cold.
His fingers continued to work her clit, making her teeth clench as she whined out sounds of pain.
“Almost done, Cessie. Is the burn fading?”
It was starting to fade, but there was no relief, because fading pain made space for need. That faint pressure that had formed but not increased when he ordered her to fuck herself on the dildo was coiled tight not just in her body but in her soul.
“I don’t know if I can come like this. I-I feel raw.”
“You don’t need to come. You can if you want to. If you’re able. But what I want from you is this. You soft, vulnerable, taking everything I give you.”
He kissed her cheek, the corner of her jaw. Cessie turned her face, tipping it up, until her lips met his. His tongue fucked into her mouth, and her vagina clenched in need.
A swell of something that was neither pleasure nor pain filled her from the inside, like it was coating her skin from within.
His thumb brushed her aching nipple, his fingers worked her tender but no longer burning clit, and her ass ached like she’d spent hours being fucked there.
That strange feeling of fullness burst, like a popped balloon. It wasn’t an orgasm, but a different kind of release she had no name for. Physically, it expressed as a full body shiver, every muscle trembling as if she were standing naked in the snow.
“L-Leon,” she whispered, not understanding this reaction.
“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” He held her as she shivered and quaked against him, tears sliding from her eyes, his fingers never moving off her clit, while his other hand gently tweaked her burning nipples.
His phone chimed again. A second timer.
She went limp against him when his fingers stopped stimulating her erogenous zones. Fine tremors periodically shivered through her, but she was totally spent from a release she had no term for.
Leon whispered words of praise as he rolled her onto her side and slid out from under her.
In under two minutes he had them both beneath the covers, her tucked up against his side. It took ten minutes for the shivering to fully stop, and by then her eyes were closed.
