Page 114 of Ezekiel
“My Sir will keep me safe,” she spoke firmly, the mantra music to my ears. It pleased me beyond measure that she could find peace in her mantras, in her submission.
My hand lowered down to her pussy again, teasing her so slowly, so very slowly. Her hips squirmed under my touch, lifting, urging me to go deeper, to move faster. But I denied her again.
Shifting, I grabbed the Wartenberg wheel from the bedside table, running its needle-like spines over her body. Over the curve of her breasts and down the center of her stomach, matching the rhythm my fingers had set below.
“Oh god,” she sighed, relaxing into the pinpricks of sensation that assaulted her body. She twitched and shifted, arched and thrust into me. Begging for more and pleading without words.
I moved the wheel down to her thighs, running it up and down the sensitive insides and up around the apex of her sex where my fingers played away, keeping her on the edge of ecstasy.
“Trust me,” I urged her before spreading her pussy lips and running the wheel over her labia, up and down.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, but there was no fear. Only heaven. She arched, groaning deeply as her body accepted the slight pain and her toes curled as she pushed even closer towards her orgasm.
“Trust me,” I spoke again, this time running the wheel closer to her clit, but not touching it.
“Oh, God. Oh, please! I need to cum,” she pleaded. Her begging made my cock weep with desire.
“Almost,” I promised, just before I ran the tiny spine of pins down directly over her clit.
“Now!” I commanded as she screamed and arched into the orgasm, the pain carrying her farther than ever before and making her explode in a gush of arousal around my fingers.
“Such a messy, needy little slut,” I rasped out, my voice hoarse with my need for her.
“First there is pain and then there is pleasure,” I spoke low and deep. I took the magic wand from the table and pressed it to her clit in slow circles, the light buzzing filling the room as she gasped and groaned and melted into the pleasurable sensation. I situated it between her thighs, using a pillow to prop the wand so that it remained firmly pressed to her clit without my holding it there.
The wand buzzed away over her sensitive clit as I grabbed the bag of clothespins from the bedside table.
“Time to decorate my desperate little angel,” I teased sinisterly. I pulled the first pin from the bag, pinching the skin of her breast between my fingers before securing the pin to her.
She inhaled sharply, and then exhaled as she relaxed into the pain.
“Such sweet pain, isn’t it, pet?” I goaded, placing two, three, then four more pins in lines and designs over her body. I had attached each pin to a length of twine, connecting them all together into an intricate pattern.
The sounds she made only aroused me further. Each groan and shudder of her breath goading me to take her deeper, to push her higher.
“Trust me, angel,” I coaxed gently, watching as she sank deeper into that subspace she craved. She needed this. I needed this.
“Take a little more for me,” I urged her, placing clip after clip over the delicate skin of her body.
She winced with the last clip and I slipped a hand down to her cunt, moving the wand in slow circles over her clit as she shuddered and gasped into relaxation once more.
“Accept the pain. Let it envelop you and carry you deeper,” I instructed softly.
She nodded slowly, accepting the pain and sinking in deep. Finally, I placed the last of the clips, her body beautifully decorated for me. I positioned myself beside her there on the bed, one hand wrapping around her throat, the other taking the wand in hand once more.
“Breathe,” I commanded, waiting until she took a deep breath before tightening my hand around the sides of her throat, putting pressure on the arteries until her toes curled.
“Please,” she barely managed to speak, begging me to let her cum.
“No. Hold it.” It was a command I expected her to obey. I clicked the button on the wand, upping the speed of the vibrations and making her body squirm beneath me as she struggled to hold on to her control.
“Ten. Nine. Eight,” I began to count down slowly. She whimpered and pleaded beautifully, my hand still holding her tightly and cutting off her blood supply just enough to send her into euphoria.
“Seven. Six. Five. Four,” I continued, rocking the wand over her clit as she struggled against her restraints, trying to get away from the sensation and control herself enough to not disobey my direct order.
“Three. Two,” I slowed my counting down. I dropped the wand, making sure it stayed in place as I grabbed the tail of the twine that connected each and every clothespin on her body. This would be one hell of an orgasm.
“One. Cum,” I growled, tightening my left hand on her throat just a little more before releasing my grip and pulling the twine upwards sharply, pulling every clip off of her body in a long zippered line.
