Page 196 of One Eye Open (The BlackWater)

“Better.” He muttered before walking back to the table. “Get up, get over here, spread your whore legs for me.” He ordered pointing to the bench.

She got to her feet, walked over, and lay down, placing her legs so that they hung either side of the edge. He knelt beside her, attaching something to the collar on either side that weighed it down, restricting her breathing even more. He then yanked her left arm up and connected it before doing the same with her right so that her arms were held up, attached by bars to the collar around her neck.

He watched her for a few seconds as if trying to read her reaction before he spoke. “Open your mouth.” He said.

She did it immediately and he slipped something between her lips, something that held her mouth wide open.

“Now I can fuck your mouth all day if I want Slave.” He murmured sliding his fingers in past the leather ring and across her tongue. Instinctively she curled it around him, deliberately licking him.

“Is that what you want? My cock in your mouth whore?” He asked and she nodded.

He smirked, taking hold of himself so that she could see how hard he was.

“How much do you want this Slave?”

“Please Master.” She said against the leather.

He tilted his head before moving to straddle her, pushing his knees against where her arms lay so the collar pushed up further into her neck.

“Suck my cock.” He growled as he slide it in through the leather mouth spreader and she groaned as he started face fucking her. She swirled her tongue around him, she couldn’t move her lips so it was hard to suck but from the noise Cole was making he was clearly enjoying it just the same. He gripped her head, his fingers digging into her hair.

“I’m going to cum all over your mouth. All over you whore.” He groaned as he picked up pace.

She moaned with him, wanting to touch him wanting to move and gasping with ever thrust he made as it slammed into the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, and she blinked it away.

She could feel his grip tightening, his groans getting deeper and his dick jerked in her mouth as he came, spurting shots of cum down her throat and coating her tongue. He pulled out, sliding his dick along her tongue more, spreading his cum further and she tried to swallow it down but all she could do was twist her tongue and spread it more.

He grinned watching her.

“Let’s take this up a level.” He murmured more to himself than her as he walked back to the table before coming back with new toys, new things to use on her.

She watched as he grabbed one leg and then the other, cuffing them both to the leg spreader. He ran something light, soft, silky up her leg and across her body. It was a mask she realised. He always liked blindfolding her.

He lifted her head sliding the black silk on and she shut her eyes as he did it. When she opened them she could make out just the outline, just a tiny hint of his figure.

“I want you feel every second of this. Every second of pleasure. Every second of pain too. I’m going to tease you Slave. I’m going to have you begging me to fuck you.” He stated.

She jumped as his hand slide along her, his touch was light, gentle, so different to the words he’d just used. He moved his hands lower and she tensed, ready for his touch, ready for him to slide his fingers across her pussy only he didn’t. Nothing happened. She lay waiting, listening but he wasn’t moving, wasn’t making any sound. And then something touched her, pinched her, clamped onto her clit and she gasped.

It was tight, she could feel the pressure as it pushed onto her nerves, making them throb with an desperate aching need for release.

“Oh god.” She mumbled.

“What was that Slave? Did you just speak without permission?” Cole asked and she nodded.

“For that I’m going to punish you further, tease you more, keep you from cuming.”

She tried not to react but it was so hard. He ran something across her, it felt like tiny needles, tiny pin pricks along her skin. Her hair stood on end, her adrenaline was thumping through her, she was taking breaths as deep as the collar around her throat would allow.

“This is called a Warteberg Wheel.” Cole murmured. He ran it over her breasts, focusing on her nipples and they hardened instantly, reacting to the pain, to the sensation.

She moaned before she could stop herself. It felt incredible, the tiny pricks, the sensation, whatever it was clamping down on her clit so deliciously tightly.

He ran the wheel back down, across her abdomen, slowly, deliberately, watching her face with every tiny prick he made. When he reached between her legs he paused. She shifted her head as if she was ready for it and he smirked before running it back up to her breasts once more. She moaned, her body lifting off the bench as she arched her back. She was enjoying it Cole realised, enjoying the tiny shots of pain. He teased her nipples some more, watching as her chest rose and fell with every circle he made. And then when it looked like she might just be on the edge of something he took it away, got up and walked away.

She frowned confused, lying half panting on the bench. Where the hell had he gone? She heard him seconds later, heard his steps as he approached her again.

“I want you to watch me.” He said as he pulled the mask off her face. Her eyes saw the silver in his hand and she shook her head slightly.

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