I unbuttoned my shirt a little and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of cold water. I took a sip and held it up, a question in my eyes.
"You sure? It's important to stay hydrating when... exerting yourself."
She was breathing heavily, not saying a word. I shrugged and put the water down.
I walked over to the drawer and pulled out a few more things I'd found online. I thought it was best to try them out one at a time, so she didn't get overwhelmed. Plus I was looking forward to really exploring each toy, dragging it out for maximum pleasure.
Mine, not hers.
I brought them over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. I stared down at her delicious naked body and smiled politely.
"I didn't know what to get, so I got everything."
Her eyes widened as I held up a hand held massager, a pair of nipple clamps and a long thin feather.
"Where should we start?"
Angelina
"Hmmmffff!"
I was wiggling around on the bed, trying to get away from the feather. Jackson was slowly dragging it over my skin, paying special attention to my nipples.
And my armpits. He was trying to tickle me into submission. It was working.
If I could have talked I would have begged for mercy. I would have promised him anything. If he would just please, for the love of God, stop this torture.
I squirmed around frantically, trying to get away from the feather. Meanwhile, I was also trying to get closer to the vibrator held lightly against my clit.
Jackson Delancey was very coordinated. In fact, I was pretty sure the bastard was ambidextrous. I wondered randomly if he played the piano.
Judging from the way he used his hands on me, he would be very, very good at it.
He put the feather down. Unfortunately he put the vibrator down as well. I moaned, my hips rocking helplessly on the bed. My * had never felt so empty and unfulfilled in my life.
He held up two wicked looking little clamps.
"Should we try these? They look like they might hurt but I want to try everything... You tell me if they hurt okay?"
I shook my head no but he just smiled benignly. I watched as he crossed the room to the mini fridge and pulled out an ice cube tray. He was still fully dressed and I was naked and sweating, spread eagle on his bed.
I stared as he came back with an ice cube in each hand. He rubbed them on my nipples until they were rock hard. Then he played with them awhile, warming them up with his lips and hands.
I was close to coming just from that. But he stopped whenever I got close. He seemed to have some sort of sixth sense for orgasms.
Again and again he used hot and cold on my nipples. I was beside myself at this point, unable to think or do anything but feel. After a while the ice was completely gone. He leaned down and started to apply the clamps to my nipples.
I tried to move away but he held me firmly. It was obvious that he barely had to exert himself to do it too. That only made it more humiliating.
He tilted his head, admiring his handiwork. Then his hand slid down and started to toy with my folds. His hand was still chilly from the ice but that didn't make it feel any less exquisite. I moaned in ecstasy.
"Does it hurt?"
I tried to nod but I couldn't, too distracted by what his hands were doing to my *. It felt good. Way too good. It felt-He stopped. I watched as he walked back to the other side of the room and opened his drawer again. I was coming to realize that he had filled it with sex toys. All of them brand new, washed and there just for me.
He'd told me so at the beginning. He hadn't wanted me to worry about hygiene. He also made it a point to tell me that it was I who had driven him to such extremes. That he wasn't a man whore who did this with other women.
He also made it clear that I wasn't leaving this room until I agreed to a permanent arrangement.
I was so horny right now I would agree to anything. I moaned. I was pretty sure that was the plan.
"What the hell is this thing?"
He turned something over in his hands.
"Oh right, a butt plug."
My eyes grew wide and I shook my head in desperation. I tried to shout but there was no way he could hear me around the rubber ball gag he'd put into my mouth about an hour ago.
Or was it two hours?
It felt like a year.
A year of being brought to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to be cruelly denied.
Jackson was true to his word though.
He had not tried to fuck me.
He walked over towards me, squirting a tiny bit of lube onto the shiny black plug. It wasn't too big. Maybe the size of two fingers. But I'd never had anyone touch me there before.
I had a boyfriend or two who tried, but I had never been interested.
Of course, there was no way for me to tell him that.
He put the plug on the bedside table and lifted my hips, placing a pillow underneath them. I gasped as he kissed my * lips for a minute. Then he sighed and shook his head.
"You are delicious but I can't. Not yet. You've been bad Angie. I have to teach you a lesson."
I groaned.