“Relax, little rebel,” Mr. Parker said as he moved to stand by my head.
His hands grazed my collarbone, then my chest. I was overwhelmed by sensation when Mr. Snowden’s mouth resumed its feast between my legs.
I whimpered, trying my best not to move, not to cause the chain to pull as sensation after sensation flooded me. But holy shit, the man had a very skilled tongue. He teased me with soft licks, then gentle tugs with his lips. If it weren’t for the nipple clamps dividing my attention, I would already have come at this point.
“I do like watching this,” Mr. Parker noted. “Ben’s head between your thighs, his tongue on your clit…”
His words were only making it harder to maintain control. I could feel that distinct electric current coming to life in my core. I tried to focus on the rasp of Mr. Snowden’s tongue on my clit. It felt so fucking good. I could tell he wasn’t trying to push me over the edge. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to soar in the very near future, because holding back was becoming harder with every passing second.
“Let go of the chain, little rebel.”
Mr. Parker took the chain from my mouth and he tugged on it.
I cried out as the pain morphed into fire shooting through my veins. It was more sensation than I could handle.
“Do not come,” Mr. Snowden barked, his tone more demanding than I’d ever heard it. “You will not come until I give you permission. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes.” I was trying my best, but…
Mr. Snowden’s lips fused onto my clit once more and he flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue. I whimpered and moaned, desperate for release. Just when I thought I would go over into the blessed abyss, Mr. Parker tugged on the chain, dragging me back down. Again, pain warred with pleasure and I fought for breath.
Mr. Snowden’s mouth resumed its relentless assault on my pussy and I inhaled, exhaled, closed my eyes, tried to hold on…
“Fuck!” I screamed as my orgasm slammed into me, my back bowing.
The chain pulled the clamps and another orgasm rocked me.
I knew I had failed them, but the bliss that consumed me made it all worth it.
“It looks to me like our little rebel doesn’t quite know how to follow instructions.”
“I agree,” Mr. Snowden said.
“Well, thank you for allowing me to watch, pup. But I think it’s only fair that you handle her punishment from here.”
“Thank Mr. Parker for joining us, precious girl.”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” I whispered, that sweet bliss still fizzing in my veins.
Mr. Parker chuckled. “Let me know if you need me for anything else.”
As I lay there trying to catch my breath, I heard the door open, then close. I heard Mr. Snowden shuffling something, then a few seconds later, a click and a buzz.
I lifted my head and tried to peer down my body to see what he had. There was a wicked grin on his face as he stared back at me.
“Do you know what a Hitachi is, precious?”
Aww, crap.
“Plus, I have this little contraption.”
In his hand was a long, thin vibrator with an angled end. More than likely, that thing was going to hit my G spot if he intended to put it inside me.
“Since you can’t seem to refrain, I figure you’ll do well with forced orgasms.”
Oh, shit. If you ever wanted to know what was worse than being told not to come, it was being forced to come repeatedly.
Mr. Snowden eased the vibrator inside me, making me moan as it brushed sensitive nerve endings.
“How does that feel, precious? Any pain?”
“No, Mr. Snowden. It feels nice.”
“Good. And remember, you can orgasm as much as you like. In fact, I insist on it.”
Once again, there was a click and a buzz as the Hitachi came to life. Then the vibrator inside me began humming and my body tensed. The instant he pressed the Hitachi against my clit, I jerked. And seconds later, another orgasm was building in intensity. I whimpered and moaned, trying to hold back, but it was futile. I came with a loud cry, my body jerking as much as the restraints would allow.
Mr. Snowden didn’t let up.
“Another, precious. Come for me again.”
He didn’t give me a choice. That damn vibrator against my clit and the one on my G spot provided just the right amount of stimulation to send me soaring again. Then another and another followed. A few minutes later, tears were leaking from my eyes as the sensation overwhelmed me. Yet he continued until I’d come several more times.
When the vibrations shut off, I breathed a sigh of relief, my stomach muscles tight, my body trembling, my skin dotted with perspiration. I felt as though I’d run twenty miles through quicksand, my muscles aching, my body completely boneless.
