Christian had kept it a secret. He hadn't wanted Jane to know until the plan was put into action. He knew about her exhibitionist streak. He knew everything about her, and she was going to fucking love this. He had gone over the scenario a thousand times in his head. He had talked to their … Continue reading Surprise.
He had left her there. All day it felt like. In reality it had only been forty minutes. Forty minutes of being secured to the bed. Hands tied to each corner. Knees folded and tied flush with the sheets. The vibrator strapped to her clit. Her poor fucking clit. The vibrator was set low. A … Continue reading “No.”
The vibrations start. Wild. Intense. Buzzing and buzzing against my little button. Against that particular bundle of nerves that you never fail to stimulate. Instantly I am pulling at my restraints. My back arching off the mattress. My fists furling. Muscles quivering. “Oh sweetheart. I don’t hear you counting.” You lean over, wickedly grinning, and … Continue reading Hush. (3)
He loves making her purr. All he has to do is look at her a certain way and he can physically watch as she liquifies. He watches as she bites her lip. And then he tells her to strip. Her eyes light up like a thousand suns. It’s adorable. He tells her to lay down. … Continue reading Purr.
One hour. Sixty minutes. Doesn’t seem that long, does it? Say that again when you’re tied to a bed. Tied spreadeagle to each corner. Without permission to cum. Your legs kind of hurt from being stretched so far apart. But you love it. You love the ache, the dull pain. You stay this way for … Continue reading One Hour.
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