Page 16 of It'll Be Fun
Yes, that had been the trade. Because she’d been sitting there laughing at Loren’s plight and knowing that at home John was going through a similar torture.
“Whereisyour phone, anyway?” he asked.
She was still trying to recover from the stripes of fire now sending her nerves into overdrive, and she pointed at the nightstand on her side of the bed.
He leaned over and retrieved it, swiping into the app. “Ah, there we go.Whew.” He set it down. “Now, then, young lady. Someone’s getting fucked.”
Yeah, that was also part of the deal. When Sir was ready, he was in full control for the rest of the day.
She rolled onto her back and he clipped the restraints they had at the four corners of the bed to her cuffs, holding her spread-eagled on her back.
He knelt between her legs. “Let’s see how someone likes getting edged.”
Oh…shit…
He smiled as he bent his head to her pussy and licked. Unfortunately, the devious sadist knew how to use his mouth to get her to the edge…and keep her right there without letting her get over. After thirty minutes of begging and pleading on her part to be allowed to come, John unhooked her ankles but left her wrist cuffs connected. He shoved her legs up, knees to her chest, and sank his cock home.
“Stuffing me with a vibrating butt plug isn’t so funny when you’re on the receiving end of the edging, is it, baby?”
Before she could stop herself, she grinned. “Still funny.”
His eyebrows shot skyward. “Oh. My.God. You’re SAMingme?Seriously? That’s averydangerous game, sweetheart. I’m a master of it.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, making him grin.
“Game on, then, sweetheart.” He threw her legs over his shoulders and fucked her, hard, relentlessly, building up and backing off to get himself close to the edge and yet also managing to keep her from getting joy.
Finally, he started grinding on her. “You’re not coming yet, baby. I have plans for you.” He took two more thrusts and she whined as she felt and heard him coming, but she wasn’t anywhere close.
“Noooo!”
He giggled. “That’ll teach you, sweetheart.” He leaned in for a kiss. Then, before she could process it, he’d hooked her ankle cuffs again, leaving her open and vulnerable and with a throbbing clit that hadn’t been able to get relief.
He disappeared into the bathroom first. From the sound of it, he’d removed the plug and washed it. Then he returned and walked over to the closet, got something, and returned to the bed with it held behind his back.
“Since someone’s in a mood for edge play, let’s do it right, why don’t we?”
He turned his back to her when he climbed on the bed so she couldn’t see what he was doing. But then she felt him insert something into her pussy and effortlessly strap it into place so she couldn’t dislodge it.
Then he held up the remote controller and before she could beg for another trade, he flicked it on.
The gentle throbbing wasn’t enough to get her off, but it was enough to drive her mad. “Noooo!”
“Heh.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I think someone needs to marinate for a little while.” He stretched out next to her and picked up the remote to switch on the TV.
When she tried to beg for another trade, he arched an eyebrow at her. “Only trade you get is that damn plug ends up inyourass for a couple of hours, turned up on full. Tease the sadist, she thought. It’ll befun, she thought.”
She gave him pouty lip, but she shut up.
He arched an eyebrow at her. “I thought so.”
He was even meaner because as she lay there with the vibration pattern changing but never strong enough to get her off, he’d reach over and play with a nipple, or kiss her, or even make her suck his fingers.
Yeah, when matched evenly against his sadist, he usually won. Being a masochist for as long as he had, he knew exactly what buttons to push in her to get her to the needy and aching edge and hold her there as long as he wanted.
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Gilo was having a hard time not breaking down and letting her come.
