I yelped and bucked, and the bastard laughed at me as he walked away.
“Remember, eyes on Charlotte,” Neil sing-songed as he joined her on the bed again.
Beside her, Sophie was in the grips of maddening frustration.Her calves tensed, her back arched, then… nothing.The vibrator cut off completely.She whined and bit her bottom lip, twisting her bonds.
Fucking hell, if this was toned-down cruelty, I definitely wouldn’t be able to handle Neil at his worst.
“Sorry for the interruption,” Neil apologized, and picked up the dildo he’d left laying on Charlotte.“Look at poor Matthew.Imagine how sensitive he must be right now.You know, with that loop on, he can’t go soft, and with the toy I used on him, well… chances are, he’ll come again and again.But it won’t be as nice for him as it will be for you.”
I gritted my teeth to keep from swearing.The pleasure had long since transformed into outright, overstimulated pain, but El-Mudad didn’t slow his strokes.He sped up as he approached his own climax and I begged, “Please, no!”
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop,” he panted.“Too close—”
He stiffened, still pounding hard through his fist, making me pound hard throughmyfist, and I felt the hot splash as he came so powerfully, it slashed across my chest.
“Keep going,” Neil instructed us.
“Please, please,” El-Mudad begged, though there was no way Neil would give in.He was like some evil genius, intent on giving us more pleasure than we could stand.
“Look, Matthew,” he said, slicking the head of the dildo through Charlotte’s juices.“I’m going to fuck her with this.There’s nothing you can do to stop me.I’m going to fuck this sweet little cunt with this and make her come for me.For me, do you understand?”
Goddamnhe was good at the mind games.
He pressed his lips against Charlotte’s ear, and though I couldn’t quite hear him, I thought he said, “Here we go,” before he rammed the toy deep into her without another warning.
She screamed and her legs flailed, but he held one down with his own.
“Hush, or you won’t come all evening,” he warned her.
“Sir!”Sophie cried out.“Sir, I’m going to come!”
“No, you won’t.”He reached behind him and pulled the vibrator away.“But Charlotte will.”
Sophie wailed in disappointment, and Neil brought the wand to Charlotte’s mound.“Count them for me, Sophie.So Matthew knows how much his little slut enjoys me making her come.And I want you to hear what you’re not having.”
He set the wand on a high, ceaseless buzz, and Charlotte jolted like she’d been struck by lightning.Neil held the wand with one hand and worked the dildo with the other, pumping it hard.He was so rough, I expected Charlotte to safe word.Instead, she thrashed, her mouth frozen open in a silent scream.The sound of the vibrator changed, a wet, sloppy noise as she squirted over both toys and Neil’s wrist.
As she’d been ordered, she never looked away.Never closed her eyes.She stared straight into my soul as another man made her come.
That was enough to force me over the edge a second, excruciating time, while El-Mudad practically wept from the overstimulation.
“Good girl,” Neil crooned against Charlotte’s ear.“Again.”
“One,” Sophie said in an uncharacteristically quiet, shaky voice.So, this was what she and El-Mudad were like in subspace: mindless, obedient, willing to work against their own bodies and create their own torment.
I could admire that, even while my cock prickled and burned everywhere my still-moving hand touched it.
Neil seemed intent on tormenting all of us endlessly, but he paid attention to Charlotte for what seemed like a very long time.
“Two,” Sophie said, and then, not long after, “three,” and “four.”
Charlotte was mindless, each breath a ragged cry, each release a struggle as she tried to avoid coming and sought the sensation at the same time.
“Oh, fuck,” El-Mudad shouted, and the bench juddered beneath us as his body jerked.The cum already coating us both had gone cold and sticky, and the hot wetness of his second ejaculation hit me in obscene contrast.
I couldn’t go a third time.I didn’t have it in me.
“Five,” Sophie said, her voice quavering with longing.