Page 192 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Helena

Is it possible to have too much of a good thing? If someone had asked me that question fifteen minutes ago, I might have said no, but now I’m not so sure. Floating somewhere between heaven and hell, I lie back against the pillows and struggle to get my breath back after my fourth consecutive orgasm. Knowing Jacob’s eyes have been on me the entire time, I feel as though my soul’s been laid bare. There’s a vulnerability in knowing I can hide nothing from him, but it’s also strangely empowering to sense the deepening desire emanating from Jacob. He might be sitting there, all cool, but he wants me more with every passing second.

This is exhilarating and excruciating at the same time. My skin is covered in a slick sheen of sweat and my limbs shake, but I’m not ready to quit. Sure, I want to prove something to Jacob, but I’m also discovering things about my body I hadn’t realized were possible.

When I’m alone in bed at night with my battery-operated companion, I’ve never taken myself to the point of climaxing. I’ve always built up towards a peak and then panicked, pulling the vibrator from my body before I can go over the edge. I need someone there to catch me—I realize that now. With Jacob here, pushing me onward, murmuring words of praise and reassurance, I’ve experienced ecstasy I hadn’t known existed. As tired as I am, I need to know what greater heights I can take my body to and then how much farther Jacob can carry me.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” Jacob’s words filter through the haze as my mind drifts back down to Earth. He sounds almost pained and, as I examine him closely, I can see the anguish in his eyes. He looks as though he wants to shove his cock into me and fuck me into oblivion, yet he holds back. The man has incredible willpower.

After a few seconds pass, he taps the back of my hand, reminding me it’s time to take things up a notch. I suck in a breath and press the dreaded button to bring the vibrator buzzing back to life. On the higher settings, the shaft makes a thrusting motion while the little rabbit ears pulse at a rapid pace. The sensations are much more intense. My swollen clit throbs almost painfully and my womb clenches. My entire body is bathed in pleasure, but it’s not enough. With lucid thought threatening to desert me as I chase an orgasm determined to elude me, I almost beg Jacob to fuck me. I crave his warmth, his touch. I need him to pound his cock into me over and over again. But there’s no way I’m going to beg him for it. The cold, impersonal toy pulsating within me will have to torment me into the next life until I let Jacob bloody Donovan know I’ve learned my lesson.

Almost as though he’s read the swirling thoughts in my head, Jacob leans in close to me.

“Just one word, sweetheart, and I’ll put you out of your misery.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself!” I hiss.

I wail as he rolls me over and delivers three sharp smacks to my bottom.

“You do not speak to me like that.”

He spanks me again, harder this time. Pain shoots out like lightning to merge with the pleasure building inside me. It’s what I needed to push myself over the edge. I come, screaming into the mattress, my entire body convulsing. Spots appear before my eyes and, for a moment, I hear nothing but a faint ringing in my ears. Jacob reaches between my legs and pushes the vibrator deeper as I ride out the orgasm.

As I slowly recover, I glance back over my shoulder. There’s such a look of lust and longing in Jacob’s eye, I can’t hold back any longer.

“I need you to fuck me.” My voice conveys every ounce of desperation I feel. “Pease, Jacob, I need your cock inside me.”

He’s already stripping off his pants, but he pauses and gives me a pointed look.

“I need your cock,” I whine. “Please, sir, I need you.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises me.

Jacob pulls the vibrator from my pussy and tosses it aside. The loss of it is fleeting as, a moment later, he thrusts his enormous cock into me. I moan as he pulls my hips back until I’m completely impaled on his impressive erection. I’m so full, stretched more than I thought possible. As he moves, sliding in and out of my tight sheath at an agonizingly slow pace, I whimper.

“Harder,” I gasp.

Immediately, Jacob obliges, thrusting into me at a furious pace. His hand snakes beneath me and cups my breast. Taking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he applies some pressure. I moan as a new sensation winds its way to my core. When he squeezes my breast hard, I cry out. Pain and pleasure mix once more, confusing my senses. His hand trails down the front of my body as his cock drives relentlessly into my pussy. As his finger flicks over my clitoris, I tense. Jacob stills as his manhood swells inside me. A moment later, we come, our bodies in perfect harmony.

As we both collapse on the bed, Jacob rolls over and brings me close to his side. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m looking forward to finding out. Closing my tired eyes, I lay my head on his chest and drift into a blissful sleep.

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