I moved back to his thigh, and when he settled, I dragged the current along the underside of his cock.
“Fuck … oh, fuck…”
“Do not come,” I commanded, teasing him relentlessly and pulling back right before he would’ve hit the point of no return.
He was panting when I turned off the electricity, set the wand to the side.
“Color?”
“Green, Master,” he said between breaths.
Then we were a go for the next part.
A part I was particularly looking forward to.
Dante
The pleasure was intense.
Overwhelming.
I never wanted it to end.
Even as I lay in the leather sling, unable to move and plunged into complete darkness, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt before. Absolutely no fear, only anticipation, excitement. Tremendous desire.
Trust wasn’t something that came easily for me, but I trusted Isaac. Not only would he not hurt me or push me to a dark place, he would care for me.
I’d never had that before, and I found I craved it like a drug.
I heard him move but had no idea what he was doing. Whatever he’d used on me had been stimulating, tickling over my skin, making the hairs on my body stand on end. The noise had been familiar, like an electric current or something, but I wasn’t sure what it was.
Now I could feel him close, standing near my head. I waited, trying to ignore the vibrator currently making it difficult to focus on anything except for the pleasure in my ass.
Warm breath fanned my mouth and my head dipped back slightly. When Isaac’s lips moved over mine, his tongue plunging inside, I wanted to grab hold of him and never let go. Instead, I turned my head, giving him better access. He kissed me, long and hard, urgent thrusts of his tongue against mine. I wasn’t ready for him to stop when he pulled back. I could hear him breathing as hard as I was.
I relaxed my head back on the pillow, followed the sound of him moving around the stand. The vibrator in my ass slowed, ratcheting up my nerves as I waited for what was to come.
Something warm dripped onto my stomach, just above my navel. Another drop landed, then another. It took a moment for my nerve endings to realize the heat. By then I was moaning as more liquid dripped down on me. A line of warmth went up my stomach, my chest. Heat splashed on my nipple and I moaned low in my throat. My cock throbbed.
“Color?”
“Green, Master.”
Isaac chuckled and I realized how urgent that sounded.
I suspected he was using wax of some sort because it cooled quickly, making my skin feel tight. When he dripped it on my other nipple, there was more of it. The exquisite pleasure/pain had me trying to arch my back, groaning as electric sparks ignited in the base of my spine. My cock was so fucking hard.
I breathed through it, thinking about colors in order to weaken the urge to come.
Something cool and wet covered my chest before it was wiped over me. The sensation was intense, my skin still warm from the liquid.
I lay there, breathing roughly as I waited, listening for any signal of what was coming.
Either he was trying to be silent or the blood pounding in my ears drowned any noise out, because I didn’t know Isaac had moved until the warm liquid trickled over my cock.
“Fuck!” I jumped, hissed.
“Color?”
“Green! Oh, God!”
More liquid landed, tickling my balls with warmth. The vibrator increased and I cried out.
“Master! Oh, fuck.” It took everything in me to hold back. My chest was heaving, lungs burning. My senses were overwhelmed and yet I still wanted more.
As though he knew, Isaac didn’t stop. He poured the liquid over the insides of my thighs, then the sensitive head of my dick.
I fought the tears that threatened, the sensations brutal but amazing at the same time.
“Do not come,” Isaac barked.
“I won’t, Master.” I jerked at the restraints, trying to distract myself. I was close, too close. “Oh, fuck.”
And then it all stopped.
The heat, the vibrations. It disappeared completely, giving me a brief reprieve.
The room was eerily silent without the hum from the vibrator.
I hissed when the cool rag was dragged over my cock. The cock ring was removed, blood flowing in a painful rush. The vibrator was removed next. It gave me a moment to pull myself together, but I prayed our hour wasn’t up. I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I needed more.
Isaac returned beside my head. He leaned over and once again his lips met mine. I sighed into his mouth. He kept it slow this time, gentle. It made my insides quiver, my need for him intensifying.
When he pulled back, he reached for my left wrist. I thought he was going to release me, but he didn’t. His hand curled around my wrist. It was slick with oil or something as he began massaging me. He worked his way down my arm, taking his time, enhancing my pleasure as he worked. I couldn’t see him, but that didn’t matter.
