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This time, her words were filled with longing as she moved closer to the sweet sensation of her orgasm. I halted, and she let out a frustrated groan. I finally grabbed the dildo, sliding it out of her, and a big gasp left her as she was no longer filled by it. Her juices gushed out of her. It was so easy to slide into her and fill her. Her pussy slowly clamped down on me, and I began fucking her, pounding into her as I craved to fill her with my cum. I just needed it deep inside her, making sure it stayed in there. I only had one thought in my head, and that was to release inside her. Just as I was nearing my peak, I began teasing her clit again, and she climaxed all over me, her pussy tightening and starting to milk me. I reached for her collar, grasping it as I started pumping my cum into her, ensuring she was filled thoroughly before I pulled out quickly and grabbed the dildo, pressing it into her again to seal her shut.
“Fuck!” she cried out, but I saw the way she tried to push back a little, taking the toy much faster until it went all the way in.
Despite having climaxed twice now in such explosive ways, I was not tired at all. I only grew more desperate for our games to continue, and I grabbed the flogger again. It was time to figure out how far I could push her.
Chapter 26
-Alison-
“Please, Master... N-No more,” I pleaded, my body utterly immobilized. My back was a fiery shade of red, and the relentless restraints caused my arms to throb and burn. The unforgiving blue ropes were now torturing my wrists as I once again found myself blindfolded. Jared knelt between my spread legs, which were held apart by the merciless spreader bar. I couldn’t stop my restless movements, and the position had my hips aching. However, he hadn’t shoved another gag between my lips. It seemed he desired to hear my desperate cries as he traced his tongue over my abused pussy. The mere glide of his tongue, so deliberately and sensually, sent waves of both pain and pleasure surging through me. I wasn’t sure I could endure another climax. It had been hours of relentless torture. He’d made me come, made me beg for it, and forced me to plead for him to cease. My voice was hoarse from screaming, and the blindfold was moist and clingy against my face, trapping me in an overwhelming feeling as it stuck to my skin. My tears had utterly drenched it, but I was uncertain why I was crying anymore. The line between pleasure and pain had blurred so profoundly that it was the confusion that made me weep.
But despite being completely drained, powerless, and spent, there was an incredibly sweet and satisfying sensation coursing through my body that I’d never experienced before. While I cried out for Jared to grant me a break, there was this persistent voice in my head that had emerged somewhere during the night. It repeated a single word,more, like a hungry monster craving everything Jared could do to me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever climaxed so intensely or so many times in one night without losing consciousness. He, too, had climaxed multiple times, using either my pussy or my mouth, often reintroducing the dildo to keep me filled. After finally removing it and the plug and focusing solely on my pussy, it felt like I was clenching around air as he attempted to steal away any remaining energy from me.
“Oh God.”
“I think you’re praying to the wrong man,” he teased before his tongue caressed my overstimulated flesh.
“Ah, f-fuck!”
“You haven’t had enough yet,” he chuckled against my pussy before sucking on my clit.
“Ah, y-yes, I have!” I cried out, tugging on my restraints. But as he slid his tongue over my clit, pleasure surged to new heights before it erupted.
“Oh, fuck, thank you, Master!” I whimpered in ecstasy. He didn’t even need to remind me anymore. I’d lost count of how many times I’d thanked him, but the words flowed naturally from my lips. He traced his tongue over my clit, slow and deliberate, circling it. “Another?”
“You can take another,” he murmured darkly.
“I-I’m not sure,” I whimpered, but his lips clamped down on my clit, applying gentle pressure, going easier on me. “Yes! Yes! Oh, keep going! Ah, yes, thank you, Master.”
My words tumbled out like a purr as he propelled me through the blissful waves of another orgasm. What was wrong with me? I pondered. I constantly shifted between no and yes, unsure of my own desires. The pleasure was sometimes just too exquisite. How could I resist? How many years had it been since a man had truly pleasured me? Despite the sour turn in my marriage, there had been a few good moments, but this was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. To my dismay, I knew this had forever changed me. Nothing would ever compare to this. Regardless of the burning of my skin, the countless nicks he’d left, or the way he’d filled me until I forgot how to breathe, nothing could surpass this experience. That realization frightened me more than anything he’d done to me this night. I began to pull away from Jared, once again fearing his power over me. He groaned his displeasure before pulling me back toward him.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
I couldn’t bring myself to admit the truth. It was too humiliating. It would mean that Jared was succeeding in breaking me utterly, and not because of my dark secrets. So, I shook my head, conjuring the best excuse available.
“Please, Master, just a small break,” I panted, well aware of the sweet tone my voice held. After one more tantalizing lick over my throbbing pussy, I heard him shift. I released a relieved sigh, and then I felt my restraints being slowly undone. My arms slumped down onto the bed. I had no energy left to support them. Jared, however, grabbed my arms and encircled them around my neck.
“Hold onto me,” he whispered in my ear, sending delightful shivers coursing through my body as he eased himself slowly into me, filling me once more. However, his thrusts weren’t hurried or rough. They were measured and deliberate, stroking my inner walls expertly. Yet I knew I couldn’t reach another climax. Jared moved within me, and it didn’t take long before he quivered beneath my grasp, his primal sounds filling my ears as he found release. I couldn’t quite describe the sensation that washed over me as I heard him climax, but it was akin to a powerful surge of warmth coursing through my body, keeping me cocooned in a sense of satisfaction for a long while. A peculiar flutter stirred in my stomach. Were those butterflies? If they were, they needed to be crushed. Jared Tyler shouldn’t evoke such feelings in me. He could subject me to any form of abuse all night, but I refused to let the sound of his release stir anything other than discomfort.
Jared continued to pant softly in my ear, which sent tingles coursing through my entire body. I attempted to shift away slightly, but all I managed to do was allow my head to slip to the side. I was too drained to move any further. Jared reached up, removing the blindfold with a delightful smile gracing his lips as I allowed my arms to fall, devoid of any strength.
“The next orgasm will make me pass out. Tell me I can rest now,” I whispered, my eyes already fluttering closed.
“Yes, you can rest now. You’ve been such a good little slut.”
I was well aware of the stickiness that clung to me, and I knew I should clean up. However, I was utterly drained. I couldn’t fathom how Jared was still on his feet, but I heard him moving around. The sound of running water indicated that he was taking a shower. I strained to open my eyes, my vision blurred, and my head felt incredibly heavy. I attempted to lift my head, but it was a futile endeavor. My eyelids betrayed me, sliding shut as I succumbed to slumber before I could prevent it.
When I awoke, it was because I could hear Jared stirring, accompanied by faint hisses. My head still felt weighty, but I managed to pry my eyes open. To my astonishment, I was still on the bed, a warm blanket draped over me. I reached out and touched the soft fabric, bewildered by its presence and my own. I couldn’t even feel the stickiness between my legs, indicating that Jared must have cleaned me up. I observed that the bed sheets had even been changed. I ran my hand over the blanket, feeling a newfound strength spread within me, accompanied by that peculiar flutter. I tried to ignore the sensation, but I was distracted when I heard another hiss. With shaky movements, I succeeded in sitting up, leaning against one arm for support. That’s when I noticed Jared sitting on the couch, a first aid kit in front of him, struggling to tend to a wound on his back. I turned to glance at the clock and realized it was three in the afternoon. I had slept for countless hours. I turned my attention back to Jared, understanding that he required assistance with his injury. I tossed the blanket aside and attempted to move, but my entire body ached, and my pussy screamed at me to lie down once more. I groaned, and Jared, hearing my discomfort, turned to look at me.
“Finally. I was beginning to think you’d died,” he chuckled.
“That would certainly inflate your ego, wouldn’t it?” I retorted. We exchanged slight smiles, only to quickly suppress them.
“Do you need help?” I inquired.
“Can you stand?” he teased, a self-satisfied grin on his face.
“Of course!” I proclaimed confidently. Yet, when I attempted to push myself up from the bed, it was accompanied by a chorus of hisses and groans, as though I were an elderly woman struggling to rise.
