Page 178 of Drown Like Heaven
I didn’t even need to answer him verbally; the sheer humiliation on my face was confirmation enough. Weakly, I tugged on my restraints, the rope tightening on my wrists. Mylegs were spread, my pussy exposed and throbbing, clenching around nothing.
Micah approached the bed, appraising me while holding the bullet vibrator in his hand. He lowered it to my skin and dragged it down my sternum, then up over my breast, teasing my nipple with the vibrations while my muscles tensed up. I was panting, sweating, helpless.
“If you want mercy, you’ll have to earn it.”
Then let me earn it. I’ll do whatever you want. Please.
If he could see my delirious submission in my eyes, my bottomless need to please him, he wasn’t letting on. He seemed to be taking great pleasure in this punishment, uncaring that I’d changed my earlier shitty attitude.
“Micah,” I pleaded.
He circled my navel with the vibrator, making me shiver, then swept it down, running it over my inner thighs before slowly dragging it up the wet seam of my cunt. My back arched and my breath caught, hips bucking off the bed.
“Stay still,” he commanded.
“I can’t.”
He switched the vibrator off. “Youwill. Or you’ll stay like this all day, and getnothingfrom me.”
All the blood drained from my face. I nodded and nodded, vowing to hold still now—or try my best to.
Micah pressed the button to start the vibrations again, then carefully ran it over my pussy, up and down, not lingering long enough on my clit to get me there. He circled my nipple again, rubbing the toy over the pink tip of it, aroused and hard.
Back to my cunt, but never enough on my clit.
My nipples again.
Prodding my entrance.
Buzzing over my clit so lightly tears welled in my eyes.
How many minutes had he been doing this now?
I could hardly think of anything other than my need to come. My brain had zeroed in on it, and nothing else mattered. All my thoughts were of my throbbing clitoris. I felt my heartbeat everywhere.
The vibrating toy was so close to giving me what I needed, and still so far. I was starting to lose my mind, every teasing pass over my clit driving me further and further into a pit of lust so deep it was fucking swallowing me. My mind, my body, everything. I stared at Micah, tears starting to drip down my face again—for a different reason now—mindless pleas pouring endlessly from my lips.
I wasbegging.
He still wouldn’t give it to me.
I pulled at my restraints, but I couldn’t move. All I could do was endure this. Endurehim.
Every inch of me was hot, tingling, humming with need.
My back bowed, my tits pressed up, my lower lip caught between my teeth as desperate cries lodged in my throat.
He pressed on my clit, giving mealmostenough pressure to come, then took it all away. I was trembling all over, my muscles twitching uncontrollably.
“Micah,” I sobbed, beyond mindless at this point. “I can’t. I can’t. Fuck—please. I—” He rolled the vibrator over my clit again and a low whine tore out of my throat, but it still wasn’t enough.
Again, he teased my clit and I felt like I was going to burst into flames. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.
I made some sound—almost a moan, almost a choke.
Whenever he finally decided to let me come, it was going towreckme.
“Beg.”
