“Ow!” Warmth flared—the pain swiftly changed to something more as sensation homed in on her clit.
“I’m going to raise you up,” he told her. “You’ll be safe. Ready?”
Safe? She nodded, biting her lip, still uneasy.
He kissed her lips again, briefly. A chain mechanism ratcheted slowly, and her torso rose into the air. With her ankles spread and anchored and her wrists tied to the headboard, her spine arched. The straps about her torso tightened as they bore weight, and she felt the support of a padded board running under her back. Her neck and legs curved downward toward the bed.
She heard Theo climb up and stand on the bed.
“Is that hurting you anywhere? Your neck?”
Was it? She felt exposed. Her breasts, her * up in the air. She could move even less than before, but…no pain.
“No.” Remember! Remember! “Uh. Sir.” She shivered, imagining his eyes on her, as he stared at her naked, at her sex. Oh, I like that idea, very much.
“Good.” He rested his palm on her stomach. “And now, I’m going to do whatever I like to you.”
Said so calmly, so confidently, the words echoed inside her. She quivered, anticipating. Pulled at her bonds again, breathing hard and fast. He could do anything. And she couldn’t stop him. Every inch of her, from head to her curling-up toes, quaked.
The softest of touches, at her lips—his finger inserted slowly into her mouth. She heaved a shuddering breath, her * tingling, licked his finger, sucking him. He withdrew and, with that fingertip, trailed a cool shivery path across her lower lip and downward across her neck, then curving round the swell of her breast, into belly button, and slowly, at last, reaching her clit, though he skimmed past the side. One finger plunged into her moist slit. Another finger, thick with moisture, touched her other hole.
“Oh.” She squeezed down there.
“You have to relax, Claire.”
“I’m not—” She wriggled, but his fingertip stayed put. With all the stimulation, even that felt good. The fingertip inched in farther.
“Let’s see if you like this.”
The finger pushed, and as if it pumped blood into her clitoris, she felt the hood retract as her sensitive button engorged and tingled.
“Mmm. Oh.” Different, awkward, but pleasurable.
His other hand curved around her breast and gripped it. He covered her nipple with his hot mouth. She made an odd sound—half squeak, half grunt. His tongue licked across and away, then to her other nipple, and back. His finger teased the nipple his mouth didn’t attend to. She tried to pull her legs up and grind against his hand, and couldn’t. Her back stayed arched and fixed there, available. Open. Her body wasn’t hers anymore. It was his.
She needed, wanted, and all those things he did to her were driving her to trembling mindlessness. With her head upside down, blood rushed in, thumping.
“Let’s try something else new.” He left her unattended a moment, only to return and touch something slippery yet hard to her anus and slowly insert it.
“Ah!” She writhed and found nothing helped. The thing moved farther in, widening her, burning. Once past the entrance it plopped inside her. Seated there. The uncomfortable feeling churned and settled.
“That will stretch you.”
The buzzing started. She tensed, feeling the new thing in her anus, then the vibrator slipping into her vagina. Hard and unyielding, her muscles clasped it, released. The vibrations traveled to her clit, and tension built. She inhaled, hard, her mouth staying open; the vessels at the sides of her neck felt enormous, pulsing with her heartbeats. Her head filled to bursting, every muscle strained, taking her up, up, and then his mouth covered her clit and sucked. She screamed and came in a wailing crescendo.
Coming down, subsiding from the crest, with her arms, her neck, her legs, relaxing…he sucked again and tongued the bulging nub between her legs. His fingers stroked her swollen nipples. Another wave of orgasm hit, flooding her, unrelenting. This time she could only let out a thin screech that went on and on until he released the wet grasp of his lips on her.
With the blackness over her eyes, she hung there, lost in an infinite throbbing space, punctuated only by the thud of heartbeats and the softness of gasping.
“My turn.”
Dizzied, she could make no sense of the words at first.
The thing in her anus slipped free, the loss replaced a few moments later with a soft prodding as the head of his cock touched her there. She felt the rim of her anus expand and take him in, then the slow progression up inside. A dilating, an almost burning, that transformed into fullness. She groaned. The vibrator in her * had never stopped, and now every nerve ending wriggled in time with it.