Page 44 of His to Explore
I shudder at the words, a whimper escaping my throat.
His face lifts, allowing me to see the wicked expression he wears. “I need to be careful with my praise, don’t I baby? We both know sweet words make your dirty pussy clench.”
I slam my eyes shut as he chuckles.
“Spread those legs,” he orders. “Let me have some more fun.”
I grit my teeth, wondering if it’s time to employ my safe word. I only ever used it that once in all this time, only once since we first started these meetings, back when I was still working out what I liked. What I trusted him with.
Trust. Yes, I trust Grant. More than anyone I’ve ever met. And it’s only that trust that allows me to do what he asks and spread my legs.
“Good girl,” he mutters, just as the buzz fills the air. I barely have time to brace myself before he presses the toy against my center.
“Fuck,” I shout, my every muscle tensing. If I wasn’t restrained so tightly to the bench, my back would be bowing, my body twisting desperately away from the relentless pleasure.
“You can do this,” Grant says, his voice sounding very far away. “Concentrate.”
But I can’t. IknowI can’t. I’m going to come, there’s no way to hold it back. Not anymore, not after the hours of torture he’s put me through, not when it feels so damn good?—
“Enough,” he barks, the buzzing ceasing immediately. I cry out, a needy, begging sound that I couldn’t contain if I tried. As torturous as the pleasure felt, the loss of it is even worse.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, sir. Please let me come.”
There’s a pause, the only noise I can hear the desperate thunder of blood in my ears. Just when I think he’s finally going to have mercy on me, he sucks in a breath. “No.”
I cry out again, louder this time, fresh tears streaking down my cheeks.
I can’t do this. I can’t take another second.
Tonight’s scene was Grant’s idea. And while orgasm denial had sounded fun when he suggested it, I never would have agreed to it if I knew just how sadistic he would be.
It’s beenhours. Literal hours of me tied up to this bench while he does everything in his power to bring me to the edge. He used his fingers, his tongue. So many different toys I can’t even keep them all straight. He spanked my ass, my breasts, my pussy. He even used a riding crop, right on my clit. He whispered the dirtiest imaginable words in my ears while running gentle fingers over every inch of my skin. He put clamps on my nipples then sucked my flesh so hard I thought I might black out.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve reached the peak only to come crashing back down without any relief. My body is a live wire, ready to explode at the slightest touch.
If only he would allow it.
“Shh,” he murmurs, his face appearing in front of mine again. He kisses my cheeks, humming as his tongue darts out to lick my tears. “You’re being such a good girl for me, Kensie. So very good.”
“I can’t,” I gasp through my sobs. “I can’t do this anymore, sir.”
“You can,” he says, his gentle voice at complete odds with the cruelty of this game. “Do you know how I know you can?”
I only sob harder, shaking my head against the leather of the bench below me. It feels sticky against my hair, my back and legs, what with the oppressive heat and the sweat dripping from my body. I feel dirty and overheated and so fucking on edge.
“Shh,” he soothes again, brushing damp hair from my face. “I know you can do this, baby, because I knowyou. I know this sweet little body of yours better than you do.” He presses open mouthed kisses over my cheek, down to my neck. I’m strung so tight my entire body trembles at the feel of his lips on me—is it going to be a simple kiss that finally crashes me over into orgasm?
“Now be a good girl and hold on a little longer.”
I groan in frustration but it quickly changes to an almost painfully overwhelmed shout of pleasure—oh, he’s right there now, the hard heat of his dick pressing into me, sliding inside.
“Fuck you feel good,” he grunts. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust, immediately slamming his hips into me. “Your pussy is so hot and wet for me.”
Because you’ve been edging me for hours,I think, but I don’t dare sass him, not when he’s thrusting so good and deep inside me. He lowers his body over mine, every inch of my overstimulated, sensitive skin screaming as he presses against me. His lips are on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his breath hot on my face.
Even after everything he’s done to me tonight, it’s this—him on top of me, inside me, surrounding me—that feels the most overwhelming. He’s everywhere, like I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
“I love you,” I gasp into his mouth, and he groans loud, pumping into me harder.
