Page 55 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
Desperate for some kind of distraction, I stumble into the bathroom and try to shower.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
It’s too much, and I wind up trembling naked on the cool marble floor, seeking out what little comfort I can find. My body is a slave to my libido, heightened to an insane degree. Something about the toy’s design must make it so the pleasure provided is incredible—but neverquiteenough stimulation for an orgasm. The result is some hellish sexual purgatory.
And at the back of my mind, I’m praising Vadim as a horrible sexual genius asshole—I got my wish. Debouched kink times a thousand.
My nipples are rock-hard, my hair matted with sweat, my thoughts sluggish. My only remaining goal is to not get myself off. Even if it means I cry in torment, feeling real tears stream down my face as the toy buzzes. On. Off. Again.
The bastard wasn’t lying about the range of his remote. It’s like I can time each bout, using what I witnessed of his schedule yesterday as a guide. He’s read his newspapers. Remembered me. Struck his button. Drank his orange juice and ate his breakfast. Button. Drove to the office. Button. Went through reports. Button.
Button.
Button.
I know I can’t survive another fucking minute when the sensation has me wavering between lucidity and utter insanity. If I somehow manage to reach a phone and call him, would he come? But I won’t. Fuck him and his game. This torture. In defiance, I crawl back to the bed and climb onto the mattress, guiding my hand down my belly. But something won’t let me bridge that final inch.
And as if sensing my flirtation with rebellion, Vadim hits his fucking button.
I’m senseless, screaming. Cursing. I don’t even hear the thud of quickly approaching footsteps until their source is standing over me, his voice a gentle hum.
“Merde…Are you aching for me?”
It’s like my brain is torn in half. The first part can only register his scent. His nearness. I unfurl my limbs and nearly jump from the bed onto him. He’s wearing a black suit, and I clumsily rip at the fabric of his pants.
The other half registers the genuine awe in his voice—mingled with that ever-present suspicion. The latter lasts only as long as it takes me to claw at the fastenings of his pants.
“My beauty.” His voice alone enhances my torment, in addition to the reverent way he strokes my damp hair and tries to meet my gaze. It’s too much. Too much intimacy in this moment. He’s having another revelation, but I’m too far gone to wonder about what.
To care.
“P-Please.” I can barely speak, my voice high-pitched and broken. “Vadim, please—”
“Lie back.” He brushes my hands away and quickly unfastens his pants himself. My entire body rocks at the sight of his cock. Pulsing, completely erect, so thick, I can’t imagine how he’s not as mindless as I am. Though maybe he is… A muscle in his jaw twitches, his eyelids lowering as I spread my legs.
“Incredible,” he grates—real, unforced praise. With his gaze fixated between my thighs, he mounts the bed and slides his hand between my legs. I nearly levitate as his fingers enter me, focused on a task other than providing pleasure. There must be some trick to removing the toy, requiring a gentle, teasing bit of manipulation. Then, he yanks, ripping the device free, and I howl with relief. The next second I’m splayed beneath him, and he’s finally easing inside me.
My eyes roll back into my head as I convulse amid a sensation too intense to name at first.Electric. Punishing pleasure.One orgasm quickly blends into another. Another. Another. All I can do is cling to him and ride every dizzying wave, sobbing his name until I lose my voice altogether.
I never knew it was possible to crave someone so much. To feel so much hedonistic gratification, it becomes unbearable. Agonizing.
It’s only when he rears back and slides his hands beneath me that I realize he hasn’t moved since that first thrust. His eyes meet mine, his lips parting, voice relentless.
“You waited for me, didn’t you?” Again, he sounds thoroughly shaken. As if he’s come to some massive, world-altering conclusion. Something that I think should terrify me. All I can do is rasp his name in confirmation.
I waited.
And he pulsates, his jaw clenched. “You knew that only I could ever give you this.” His eyes darken as he grips my hips and snatches me to him.
I moan, my back arching, toes curling. How is it possible to be filled so completely? The sensation floods up through my body, straining my very skin. I’m bursting at the seams, so weak that I’m helpless when he rocks his hips and thrusts again.
Again.
He moves hungrily, grunting, his eyes fluttering shut as he goes deep. Deeper. Fathomlessly deep.
