Vanilla (3 page)
Authors: J.A. Bailey
“Your pussy is exquisite, so
wet and tight, the little flutters of pleasure around my fingers only make me
imagine how it’s going to feel around my cock when I am buried deep inside of
it, while you beg me to let you come,” he murmured, his words inflaming my
desire.
Derek made his point by
moving his fingers in and out of my hole and twisting in a corkscrew motion
when he plunged in and withdrew. His other hand moved down my body and I felt
him move himself down the bed. His face was inches from my pussy, his breath
puffing out over me. His fingers left my body entirely and both arms wrapped
around my legs to lift my butt up. A pillow was pulled from behind my head and
placed under my hips. His palms pressed my legs open further, and my hands
nearly left their voluntary restraints to grip his hair at the first contact of
his tongue to my clit.
He licked from clit to slit
and back up again, sucking the ball into his mouth and sucking hard. Capturing
it between his teeth, his tongue rapidly flicked at my clit making my pussy
drip its juice out and onto his chin.
“Don’t move,” he told me as
he got off the bed and rummaged around in what I guess was the bedside table
that was obscured from my earlier surveying of the room. I listened as
something unravelled, the sound of wood on tile and something plugging in. A
low hum vibrated through the air and a resounding zap met my ears.
“When you were little, did
you ever play with one of those balls that had lightning in it?”
I nodded my head, not
entirely sure where this was going.
“I will not punish you for
your initial scream, because this is going to be unlike what you felt before,
but be warned, you get one go and that’s it.”
Derek was right; I wasn’t
prepared. The humming got closer to my head, the tiny hairs on my body rising
up to attention to meet this great electrical force, then zap, right on my
nipple. I screamed out in a mixture of disbelief, pain, and pleasure.
I bit my lip as the
contraption moved along my body, kissing it with little bolts of electricity as
it went and I trembled from head to toe. Lower it travelled, and he removed it
from my body just as it was about to touch my clit.
“Not a sound.”
Then it was back, thankfully
at a lower setting, zapping my clit in such a way it felt like a vibrator
stimulating me. Derek inserted his fingers again while moving the electricity
around my body. I leaked fluid over his hand again, and this time it was he
that moaned, moving his mouth to my pussy to drink it up.
“Do you want to come?”
“Oh yes, sir,” I breathed.
His fingers dug harder into
my wall; my legs trembled of their own accord. I was so close.
“Beg for it. Plead with me to come.”
“Sir, please. You have my
body, all of my nerves, my head, on edge. Let me come. Let me coat your face,
your hand, cock, bed, anything with my cum. Fuck me, zap me. I don’t care what
you do, just let me come,” I begged, hearing the desperation inch into my
voice.
Derek was over my body
again, his cock running over my clit, his hand around my neck.
“What about me? How do you think I feel? My balls are
heavy with cum, cum that wants to shoot all over your pretty little tits, or
down your throat and deep inside your cunt. What’re you going to do for me?”
“Anything, sir, just let me
come.”
His hand tightened around my
throat, his hand working its way between our bodies. He fucked me like this
with his fingers, until I was begging him to stop, a rhythmic squeeze and
release on my throat until at the very end I pressed my back into the mattress
and my hips came off the bed squirting out my orgasm in gushing waves all over
him and the bed.
I woke up in a cooling
puddle, and one of my hands still in the restraints. I scanned the room and
Derek wasn’t there. Removing my hand I pushed myself up to a seated position,
running my hand over my face. I looked over at the bedside table and saw the
device he used on me. I picked it up and turned it on, running it down my arm.
It was an interesting feeling, and when set on a lower setting was quite
enjoyable.
“Like that, do you?”
I jumped at the sudden noise
and fumbled, trying to turn it off and place it back on the table.
Derek chuckled as he crossed
the room to the bed, two glasses of water in his hand. He offered me one as he
took a sip for the other while sitting down on the bed. I admired his physique,
muscles rolling and arousal gathered between my legs once more.
“You fell asleep on me.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“No need to apologize. I
don’t blame you; that was quite the orgasm you had there. You’re fine...for
now.”
I drank my water half way
down. “Did you, uh, that is to say, did you come?”
He smirked. “No, that will
happen soon enough.”
I drank the rest of my
water. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Turn right at the end of
that wall.”
Entering the bathroom I
looked myself over; small red marks adorned my body from where the wand had
touched me. Deciding I looked ridiculous, I removed my bra and went to the
bathroom. Once finished I washed my hands, and walked back to the room where I
didn’t see Derek.
Then all of a sudden my hair
was grabbed and my head yanked back. Something went around my neck and a moment
of fear raced through my body until his hand left my hair and finished clasping
a leather collar around my neck. My arms were brought behind me and restraints placed
around my wrists.
“Bend over,” he commanded,
and before I could even respond, he pressed me down. I felt a chain hit my back
that was then latched to the collar and connected to the restraints around my
wrists.
“Walk,” he commanded, and I
quickly walked to the bed with him holding the leash. “Get up on the bed.”
I really wish it could’ve
been a more graceful act, but I struggled and ended up jumping onto the bed
landing on my side. He didn’t hesitate to grab my legs and put me on my back.
With the back of his hand he smacked my pussy, followed by him inserting two
fingers into me and hooking them to the point it almost hurt. I wiggled further
up to the bed.
Derek bent down and
retrieved something from under the bed, a long bar with more restraints. He
quickly attached it to my ankles; my legs were spread wide and everything was
exposed to him. He walked around the bed and lifted me under the arms, pulling
me back further. He then climbed up with me, and without prelude got on top of
me and shoved his cock in. I cried out because his girth was not something I
was accustomed to, but as he picked up speed and found a rhythm, it took
everything I had not to scream out in the pleasure I was feeling.
“Your fucking cunt is just
as divine as I thought it would be. You nearly have me to the point of coming already.”
Since I couldn’t say
anything, I decided to see how much power I had over him in this state. I
flexed my kegel muscles, and I watched as his eyes darkened, his nostrils
flared, and his mouth become a thin line.
Gripping around my neck he
squeezed ever so slightly. “Don’t fucking do that again.”
My chest tightened with fear
and desire, as the primitive need to be commanded, to be owned took hold.
Withdrawing from me he
flipped me over. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I soon found out when
something collided hard with my arse several quick times. “Now, what aren’t you
going to do?”
“Squeeze your cock with my
pussy, sir.”
He hit me a few more times,
lower on the cheeks this time and more on the thigh. Discarding what I assumed
to be a paddle, he pulled me to my knees via the leash. I heard it wrapping
around his hand, shortening it, making me arch my back in an almost painful
position, and then he was inside of me again, using the leash to pull me into
him, his cock almost painfully deep inside of me. He did these long, deep
thrusts for several moments before picking up the tempo.
Derek smacked my arse
several times during this, much harder than he had been before. I was teetering
on the edge, however, between the way his cock moved and felt inside of me, his
balls slapping against my clit. He too was beginning to moan as my pussy pulsed
around him. These were much different from kegels so I wasn’t getting
reprimanded for it.
“My sweet, Adeline, if you
had the choice, where would you like me to come?”
“I’ll accept your cum
anywhere you feel is right, sir.”
“So if I wanted to hold you
and pump it inside this pretty pussy, I could?”
I panicked for a moment. In
the heat of everything I didn’t know if he actually had a condom on or not, but
I was sure he wouldn’t put either of us into a situation that would last
forever.
“Yes, I want to feel your
cum hit my insides, sir. To lie here and feel it drip from me as it dries on my
legs.”
“Too bad that isn’t where I
want to come this time.”
He pulled out and turned me
over. He pulled and pushed me so my head was hanging off the bed.
“Open your mouth, and so
help me, if you bite me…”
He didn’t finish as he
pushed his cock past my lips and into my throat. I gagged once he reached a
certain point, but he didn’t care. He fucked my throat, his balls hitting my
forehead with his thrusts.
I felt him begin to swell,
his balls not as loose, hips moving in erratic movements. Then he stilled.
Burst after burst of cum shot down my throat, too much to even think about
swallowing all of it. Once the last of it was in my mouth, he removed his dick,
and I turned on my side, coughing and spitting his cum onto the floor.
He walked away, and in a way
I felt a little humiliated at the act that had just happened. All those
thoughts, however, vanished when he returned with another glass of water,
complete with straw that he held to my mouth so I could drink. He also produced
a towel that he dried my face with and then wiped up the cum on the floor.
Derek got back on the bed
and undid all of my restraints. “Roll over onto your belly,” he said gently to
me. I watched him pick up a jar of coconut oil from off the ground and gather a
copious amount in his hand. He melted it between his palms and placed them on
my back, rubbing out my sore joints and muscles in what was the best, most
tender, romantic backrub I’ve ever received.
“Thank you, sir,” I mumbled
into the bed.
“What was that?”
I repeated what I said and
he corrected me. “Once the activities are over, when I make you feel good, you
stop calling me ‘sir’.”
“Okay, Derek.”
“That’s much better.”
He continued to run his
hands over my body, more stroking than massaging at this point.
“What happens now?” I asked,
unsure of what proper protocol was.
“Well, that remains to be
seen. What do you want to happen?”
I got up onto my elbows and
looked up at him for a long pause. “I’m not sure, that remains to be seen.” I
smiled.
He also smiled down at me,
bending down and kissing me for the first time. “How about this for starters?
Let’s go find a movie and order some late night pizza.”
I laughed. “That sounds like
a good start to things.”
He got up and grabbed me a
robe to put on and we walked to the living room to get situated.
“Man, I really can’t wait to
tell Loren about this.”
“Be easy on her; while she’s
a fun gal, I did turn her down once.”
My brows rose in surprise. “You
did?”
He grinned mischievously. “Yes,
she didn’t have, let’s say, a certain class about her.”
“Class? Yeah, I know what
you mean; she is my best friend and is no doubt going to be drilling me for
details.”
It was Derek’s turn to
laugh. “Oh, I know how she is. Word does travel fast. She’s a good girl though,
with a good head and heart. She’ll find her way.”
Together we ordered pizza,
watched a movie and when it came time for bed, Derek allowed me to do one thing
I wanted to do.
I grinned and sauntered over
to the bed, raising an eyebrow and eyeing him sassily, grateful to have
discovered there was more to life than ‘vanilla’. “So,” I said slowly. “How
does this wand thing work?”
The End
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