Meadow’s POV:
“Fuck…” My moan slipped out, light as a feather. “Yes, daddy.”
The toy slid deeper inside of me and I gasped, my hips arching helplessly off the bed. ric moved it with a control that made me go dizzy with lust. He kept me pinned, his hand still on my hips like he didn’t want me to shy away from this.
The stretch burned only slightly, and I could only imagine what his thick cock would feel like inside me.
This wasn’t a test.
This was fucking torture. And something told me that this was only the beginning.
“Argh-“My cry broke off as the toy stilled deep inside of me, leaving me <i>to </i>clench my walls around it, aching for more. I was helpless, spread wide open and cuffed, unable to do anything but feel.
“Why did you stop?” I breathed. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a sharp p to my pussy. Right on my clit.
I cried out as pain mixed with pleasure, shooting through me so intensely that my back bowed off the bed.
“Oh my…” I whimpered. “Oh god.”
I had barelye down from that high when another pnded on my clit again. My core pulsed, but before I could cry out again, the vibration returned to my clit.
I choked on my own spit as ric pressed the vibrator to the side of my clit, driving me mad with the tiny circles he drew around it, never quite touching the nub directly.
My legs strained against the spreader as I trembled. White–hot pleasure shot through me, climbing higher with every second that passed. I was close. I could feel it.
The toy moved in and out of me, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. Thebination of the dildo and the vibrator was… painfully sinful.
“Oh fuck, oh–daddy, I’m-”
The rhythm stopped. The vibrator was moved from my clit and the dildo was pulled out slowly. I mped down on nothing but emptiness.
“No!” I sobbed, twisting and thrashing against the restraints, my mind hazy with lust. “ric, I was so
close. Please…”
But my cries fell on deaf ears. Or rather, I was the one with deaf ears. Maybe he was speaking to me but I just couldn’t hear. Maybe he was talking about how I looked like a mess and how he was going to push
me to my limits.
I wasn’t going to use the safe word.
I wasn’t.
Another hard smacknded on my pussy again and more wetness dripped down my thighs, my body quivering as ric traced a thick finger down my slit.
I moaned uncontrobly, wishing I could watch him touch me like that–even if it was just a glimpse.
But all I could see was darkness, the silk fabric a constant reminder that I was at his mercy. That I would
only see if he allowed me to.
He pushed two fingers inside my hole at once, and a whimper escaped my throat. I was ashamed at how much heat had flooded my core from the p, and I was almost fully certain I was dripping onto the bed.
ric fucked me with his fingers, his pace slow, fingers curling deep inside me and hitting my G–spot
with every thrust.
And then the vibrator touched the side of my clit again.
And this time, he amped up the vibrations.
The hum was stronger now. I screamed as the intensity shot through my clit like an electric shock. My
back arched, wrists twisting in their cuffs as I bucked helplessly into his fingers.
More.
I wanted more.
I wanted to touch him. Feel him. But if I wanted to do that, I would have to say the words. And I couldn’t
I wanted to know him.
“Oh my god–fuck–yes, daddy,” I whimpered. His fingers disappeared for a second before they returned. Three this time. They curled inside me again, dragging me higher and higher as the vibrator hummed against the side of my clit.
Why wouldn’t he move it to my clit? Why?!
The pressure built again, and I was almost falling over the edge when-
The vibrator vanished again and his fingers slid out. The emptiness was so overwhelming this time that 1 let out a choked sob.
“Please,” I begged him. “Please, daddy, don’t do this to me. Let mee. And let me touch y- Ah!*
Another smack to my clit again, this one harder than the previous. The pain tangled with my need until I
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was trembling, shaking violently.
And then his fingers slid inside of me again.
ALARIC’S POV:
For a long as I lived, this picture would be ingrained in my memory.
Meadow, legs spread open for me, her hands cuffed, her eyes and ears covered. I would never ever forget
this. Because as much as this was a moment of pleasure, it was also a moment of torture for me.
She wasn’t like the other girls. The ones that I couldn’t feel. The ones that I had to spread out like this and in even worse ways in the tether room just so I could get overstimted enough to fuck them.
I could feel Meadow, touch her–Hell, I could just look at her and my cock would be twitching in my pants.
By doing this, I was not only torturing her, but myself.
I wanted her to touch me. But until she either said the safe word or I pushed her to her limit, I wasn’t
going to allow myself to feel her.
I needed control. And all Meadow did was make me lose it.
She was a whimpering, dripping messid out before me.
I pressed the vibrator to the side of her clit again as I pumped my fingers and out of her, faster this time. Out of everything else I was doing to her, this was driving her mad the most.
I circled around her clit, never quite touching the swollen, pulsing, pink nub. I wanted to put my mouth
around it and suck, but I wouldn’t.
Meadow would explode right away if I did, and then all this would’ve been for nothing.
“Come on, baby,” I rasped. “Just say the fucking word.”
Meadow twisted, trying to tilt her hips so she could maybe guide her clit to the vibrator, but I moved it, pulling my fingers out and delivering another p to her pink pussy.
She was being naughty.
My lips twitched as she leaked onto the bed, soaking the sheets with her juices. My cock strained hard against my pants and I reached for it, a groan escaping my throat as I squeezed hard.
And then I returned to my wife’s pussy, edging her too many more times to count.
“Oh… ric, please…” she cried after I moved the vibrator from her clit for the umpteenth time. She was spent, chest heaving as she gasped for breath “Please, stop.”
I froze, my gaze narrowing at her quivering lips.
“I can’t… I can’t anymore. Just… stop.”
My lips curved.
My sly, naughty wife. She knew what she was doing. If I stopped because of her pleas, that would mean she passed. That was her way of trying to trick me.
She wanted me to stop but didn’t want to use the safe word.
“Nice try, baby,” I murmured, going in again. And this time, with the highest vibration level.
Meadow’s hips bucked off the bed, and I felt the sudden urge to get an ice cube from the fridge and ce it on her stomach. That would keep her still.
But that would be too much for her to handle. Especially now, when she was like this. The truth was,
Meadow couldn’t handle me or the tether room.
And it would be better for her not to know any. She was to innocent, too early for that.
Her body trembled so violently I thought the cuffs might snap from the headboard. Her throat was cracked from how much she had been begging, and still she fought me.
“You’re right there,” I rasped, dragging the vibrator closer to the nub. “Just say it.”
She screamed and my cock throbbed painfully as I denied myself the one thing I wanted more than her
submission. To be inside her.
“ric–daddy, please… I can’t…” her words trailed off when I leaned in, my mouth hovering just above her beautiful pussy. And then I stuck my tongue out and licked up her essence from her pussy to her clit.
Once. Just once, while the vibrator was still against her.
But it was enough to push her over.
“Kay–fish!” she screamed. The words sounded like they were ripped straight from her soul. “Kay–fish,
okay? Please, ric, let mee.”
Her words hit me like a punch to my gut.
For a moment, I just stared at my wife, pride and victory swelling in my chest as my wife finally broke open for me.
And then I ced my mouth over her clit, swirling my tongue around the nub, and I sucked. Hard.
Meadow came apart with the loudest cry <b>I </b>had ever heard.
And fuck if I wasn’t ready to finally fuck her.