“Lay down with your mouth level to my dick,” he ordered as he rolled to his side.
I did as I was told, and he put his leg over my head and guided himself into my mouth. He instructed me not to move my head and to just keep my mouth open while he fucked it. We were both lying on our sides, and I gaged more than once as he held my head down with his leg and thrust in and out of my mouth with lustful moans. I was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to tire of invading my mouth when he finally pulled out and rolled me to my back.
“Scoot up,” he demanded. He stroked himself while he waited for me to get into position. He fastened my hands to the post and then my legs, which he didn’t leave for very long because he said that I wasn’t spread enough that way. He positioned my legs where he wanted them and demanded that I not move.
I wasn’t sure what the first object that he took from the table was. I had never seen anything like it. It was a long thin metal rod with a wired loop on the end. I watched as he turned a knob on the bottom of it and touched the small loop on his finger. He jumped when it came in contact with his finger, and he turned the knob again.
Oh, fuck.
He ran his fingers into my wet folds and I writhed beneath his fingers, wanting release. He spread me open with his fingers, revealing as much as my swollen crux that he could. He brought the rod closer to me, and I held my breath waiting for what I knew was going to be some sort of shocking volt. He brought it to my sex in a slow, leisurely motion and held it centimeters away from my clit, wanting me to suffer the expectancy. He moved his hand over my waist and held me down with his forearm, still spreading me with his two fingers.
It was unquestionably some sort of electrical shock and the most painful yet pleasurable feeling I had ever felt.
I tried to jump back, but he held my hips with his arm. I moaned and writhed beneath him. The orgasm was almost instant, and the shock brought me right to peak, and then stopped. After only three torturous contacts, I couldn’t take it, and was begging for him to let me come. He didn’t, of course, and I spent the next ten minutes being brought to ecstasy only to have it pulled away over and over again.
Drew finally placed the tool back on the table. He ran his fingers across my lips and asked me if I wanted to come.
No, I would rather you just torture me for hours.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He slapped me between my legs with several quick smacks as he stroked himself. I could have come that way too, but I knew he wouldn’t let me.
“You were a bad girl tonight. I am not sure I should let you come, but I am,” he added, touching my lips again. He moved up and straddled my face. I didn’t try to protest, and willing opened my mouth as he once again darted in and out of my mouth, making the most lustful sounds that he could muster. I knew he was close, and he would come rather quickly. I was right.
“Stick your tongue out, Morgan,” he rasped, frantically stroking himself on my tongue and lips. “Awe fuck yeah,” he moaned as his essence released in bouts onto my tongue and down my throat as he made sure none was wasted or spilled out, using the head of his shaft to push it back in.
“Suck me clean,” he demanded, going back into my mouth.
Once he was licked and sucked cleaned, he moved off of me, and retrieved another device from the table. All I could do was watch and wonder what the hell was next.
He again restrained my ankles and pulled my knees strapping them to my restrained hands. He then took a black rod with straps on each end and some sort of silicone, rubbery thing right in the middle. I watched as he strapped the rod to my legs and then turned the smaller rubber rod. He adjusted the bar going from one leg to the other and explained that he had some work to do and would be back in later. He turned the object on, and it did a full turn only brushing my sex once every spin.
Son of a bitch…
It didn’t hurt at all and felt incredible. It slowly slid all the up my slippery slit, but it wouldn’t rest in one place long enough to do anything. I tried to twist into it, trying as it rotated, to get enough pressure to come. I had never in my life wanted anything as bad as I wanted to come at that moment. I felt like I was ready to pass out when Drew finally returned, I don’t even know how much later.
He turned off the device and removed the rod. He touched my dripping juices, massaging it into me. I noticed that he was already at half-staff again as he rubbed me. I couldn’t help but twist into his fingers, begging for release.
“Please, Drew,” I begged and was actually crying from the painful sensations in my body.
“Riley,” I heard my name and somewhat woke up enough to see that I was no longer with Drew and Dawson was in my bed.
“Dawson, I need to come, please,” I begged, still panting from my nightmare with Drew.