The air in her bedroom was thick with the scent of sex and candles. The sheets were a tangled mess of heat and memory. My thighs still trembled from her mouth. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes, darker than ever.
But we weren’t done.
Not even close.
She reached for her nightstand and pulled out a velvet pouch.
“What’s in that?” I asked, half curious, half breathless.
She smirked. “My collection of secrets.”
One by one, she pulled out little treasures — a blindfold, a soft feather, lace cuffs, and a rose gold vibrator, small and sleek, buzzing softly between her fingers.
“Ever tried toys before?” she asked, trailing the feather along my inner thigh.
I shook my head slowly. “No. But I’ve imagined it.”
She leaned in. “Then tonight, you’re my good girl… and I’m going to show you everything.”
The blindfold slipped over my eyes, and the world turned to black velvet.
No sight. Just sensation.
I felt her hands — soft but sure — as she cuffed my wrists gently and tied them above my head to the headboard. “Comfortable?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Then the feather returned. It danced along my stomach, circled my nipples, and brushed the wetness between my legs. I squirmed, desperate to feel her — anything, everything.
And then I felt it — the light buzz of the vibrator just grazing my clit.
“Oh my god…”
She teased, never pressing fully, just enough to make me need. I arched against the cuffs, hips begging, moaning, “Please…”
But she only giggled. “Not yet, baby. First, you tell me a fantasy.”
I swallowed hard. “I want… I want you to use me. Slowly. Make me come again and again. Until I can’t speak.”
“Mmm, filthy,” she purred. “Now it’s my turn.”
She whispered in my ear, voice dripping with desire: “My fantasy? You dressed as a schoolgirl, crawling on all fours, begging your ‘teacher’ for release…”
I moaned at the image, legs shaking.
She finally pressed the toy hard against my clit — no mercy now, no teasing. It sent hot shocks through my body. She slipped a finger inside me, then two, thrusting deep and slow, curling just right.
“You’re so wet, baby. You’re dripping.”
“Please… please don’t stop…”
“Not until you scream for me.”
And I did.
The orgasm ripped through me, violent and raw. My legs went limp. My throat moaned her name like a chant.
She didn’t untie me yet.
Instead, she straddled my chest, tugging her panties off.
“Now,” she whispered, voice thick with want, “Use that tongue, little slut.”
She lowered herself onto my mouth, and I obeyed like I’d been waiting all my life to worship her. Her taste was sweet, her moans low and feral. I licked and sucked, hands still bound, her thighs clenched around my head as she ground into my mouth.
“Ohhh fuck—yes—YES—”
She came hard, hips jerking, breath caught, fingers in my hair pulling tight.
We collapsed together, panting, glowing.
She untied me. Kissed my wrists. Nuzzled into my neck.
“I’ve never been so turned on,” I said.
She kissed my lips, smiling.
“Good. Because we haven’t even started yet.”
The clock blinked 1:43 a.m.
She lay beside me, half-asleep, her legs tangled with mine, skin glistening with sweat and afterglow. But I wasn’t done.
Not yet.
I traced a line from her navel to her thigh, watching her shiver. “Still awake, baby?”
“Mmm,” she moaned into the pillow, “Barely.”
“Good,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “Because now it’s my turn to play.”
Her eyes fluttered open, but before she could react, I rolled on top of her and pinned her wrists down.
“Wait—what are you—”
“Shhh,” I grinned. “You’ve been teasing me for hours. Now you’re going to take everything I give you.”
I slid off the bed and walked to her nightstand. I knew exactly where she kept it — the strap-on harness, sleek and black, still warm from the last time she’d used it on me. But tonight, she’d be the one underneath.
I fastened it on slowly, deliberately, watching her eyes grow wide with anticipation and need. Her thighs clenched. Her breath hitched.
“Don’t move,” I said, my voice sharp.
She stayed perfectly still, eyes locked on the dildo — firm, thick, and glistening as I ran a little lube over it, stroking it slowly, letting her imagination build.
I crawled back on top of her, my body hovering just above hers, the tip of the toy nudging her soaked folds.
“You want it, don’t you?” I whispered into her ear.
“Fuck yes,” she breathed, trying to grind against me.
I slapped her thigh — not too hard, just enough to make her gasp. “Did I say you could move?”
Her eyes widened. Her lip trembled — turned on beyond control.
“Say it,” I demanded. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours,” she moaned, voice breaking. “Please—fuck me.”
I lined the tip up with her dripping entrance, rubbing it against her clit, slow and steady. Her hips arched.
Then, with one deep push, I slid inside her.
She gasped — her whole body arching as the toy filled her, stretching her open, inch by inch.
“Look at you,” I groaned, gripping her hips. “So fucking tight… already soaking my cock.”
She moaned, high and desperate. “Don’t stop—please—fuck me harder.”
I obeyed.
I pulled out, then thrust deep again, slamming into her with a steady rhythm. Her hands clawed at the sheets, head thrown back, chest rising and falling in ragged moans.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head again, fucking her harder — relentless, deep, wet slaps echoing off the walls.
“You like being used like this?” I growled into her ear.
“Yes,” she cried, voice wrecked. “God, yes, I love it!”
Her moans turned to cries as I pounded into her faster, the dildo hitting deep, the base grinding against my own soaked clit through the harness. Every thrust made my thighs shake with pleasure.
“You’re going to come for me,” I snarled. “I want to feel your pussy clench around this cock.”
She was sobbing with pleasure, gasping, trembling. “I’m gonna—I’m—oh fuck—”
I reached down and rubbed her clit furiously as I kept thrusting.
She screamed as the orgasm hit her like a wave — back arching, legs locked around my waist, pussy pulsing around the strap-on like she couldn’t take any more.
But I didn’t stop.
I flipped her over, ass in the air, her body limp but begging. She whimpered as I entered her from behind — deeper now, rougher, the wet slap of our bodies louder and more shameless.
“You’re dripping down your thighs,” I whispered, leaning over her. “You’re such a dirty little slut.”
“Yes,” she moaned, eyes rolled back, “Use me… make me yours…”
I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back, slamming into her over and over until I felt her legs give out again.
“I can’t—I’m—baby I can’t come again—”
“You will,” I growled, biting her shoulder. “You fucking will.”
I rubbed her clit again, hips relentless, and she broke — shaking, screaming, squirting all over the toy and the bed, soaking the sheets completely.
Her body collapsed. I held her, breathing hard, the toy still inside her as she whimpered in overstimulated ecstasy.
I gently slid it out and lay beside her, pulling her into my arms. Her body was shaking, hair damp, cheeks flushed.
She looked up at me, eyes glassy, smiling like she was drunk on lust.
“You,” she whispered, voice wrecked, “are a fucking demon.”
I kissed her forehead. “And you? You’re mine.”
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