Chapter 77: I Need More, I Need Him
Chapter 77: I Need More, I Need Him
Camilla
At this point, I am merely a puppet before my dominant. Having no choice but to follow the movement and sensation of each string he pulls.
"Five more to go." He said after some time and I know if I could see him right now, a prideful smile would be plastered on his face.
I can practically feel it when two fingers are suddenly inserted inside me, causing a sound of pure surprise and satisfaction to escape from my mouth.
"Hold it off." He ordered, already knowing I could cum at any second from his voice alone.
I whimpered, trying to both get away and push further down onto his fingers but I am utterly helpless as he uses me and controls my body in every which way he desires. Another spank, this one not only landing on the center of my ass but the force of it thrusts me forward and deeper onto his fingers, unexpectedly slamming them against my G-spot. I cried out as I tightened myself around him doing everything possible to keep that wave of pleasure from crashing through me against my will. He gave me multiple seconds to regain myself, only moving his fingers again when I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding.
"You are taking my punishment so well." He commented, panting the slightest kiss to my clit which can only be described as a punishment in itself.
"Once it is complete, you can cum the second you are ready. You don't need permission."
Relief passed through me, knowing I have only three more spank to go and I will get my release at any moment now. He continues curling his fingers inside me, brushing against my spot every time but never with enough pressure to bring myself over that blissful edge. The fourteenth spank is delivered so hard that the burning sensation to my skin doesn't fade away, pulling the some struggling reaction from my trembling body.
Just one more remaining, I have to relax through it one more time. I already know he isn't going to go easy on me though. I know because neither of his hands are wrapped around my body anymore nor is he positioning himself to spank me.
F.. fuck." I cursed in desperation when I felt yet another piece of ice slowly melting against the spot between my folds.
"Sir, please."
I almost regretted asking for something more because the ice cube is fucked inside me without warning and my pussy clamped down, trying to fight against the freezing sensation.
"No, no, sir. I can't." I cried as the ice moved inside me along with his fingers.
It is too much, too overwhelming to keep my orgasm at bay.
"You didn't follow my order earlier so this is your punishment. Show me you can listen to my demands now I will let you cum."
His voice was so cruel sounding so pleased that I had given him the chance to tease me like this. Despite that tone only being more of a turn on for me, the urge to please him was stronger. I somehow held off my orgasm and I knew he was more than satisfied by this based on the way his relentless strokes softened a little to make it more bearable. It still didn't change the fact that I was dripping right onto his palm as he continued to pump the now much smaller ice cube inside me.
"Tell me, darling, what did you do to earn this punishment?" He asked and it was an effort to work past my foggy brain to form even a small response.
"I didn't touch myself when you asked." I managed to say as I was too worked up to allow myself to be embarrassed at my response.
"Do you think you have learned your lesson, my sweet little submissive?"
I felt him repositioning himself under my body and I can't help but whimper in sensitivity as a warm puff of air hits directly on my clit.
"Y..yes, sir. I…." I breathed and didn't even get the chance to finish my sentence as I felt a hard and powerful spank, completing it fifteen times.
Two handfuls of my ass are grabbed second later before my hips are forcibly pressed down onto his waiting mouth. I instantly lose myself to the pleasurable sensation coming. Gosh, I squirted on his face as his lips wrap harshly around my clit, my tears soaking the blindfold as my orgasm barrels through me at such an intense pace.
"Please, I can't." I gasped when his movement didn't slow or retreat.
He just keeps going and going, my cries in sensitivity only egging him to continue.
"Sir!" I screamed as my overstimulated body was met with yet another climax, my body giving out and collapsing to the bed as my release was lapped up by his greedy tongue.
I can't even form a coherent thought as I tremble, shake and cry against him who has just finally pulled away from his abuse on my clit.
"Such a good girl." He said, lifting my hips just high enough to allow him to slip out from under me.
"You can let go now." He said, reminding me of my unwavering grip in the bed still.
Releasing my fingers, I find that those too are shaking as they fall limply to the mattress along with my body. I can't stop trembling, still feeling and experiencing the remnants of my orgasm and a few spurts of my juice continue to leak from my hypersensitive core.
"So perfect." His voice barely comes as a whisper, it is so quiet I wonder if he knew he even said it out loud.
I felt one of his rough hands running a comforting circle on my back, helping to ground me and slowly bring down my racing heart. We both stay like this for some minutes and his actions become a form of aftercare in itself despite that scene being far from being over.
"Sir?" I breathed as my body finally began to still even with a new knot already formed in my pússy.
It wasn't enough, I needed more, I needed him.
"Yes?" I was silent for a moment, gathering myself and my confidence.
"I want to touch. Can I, sir?" I painted over my uneven breath.
He didn't respond and instead, I felt his fingers at the back of my head, untying the satin blindfold and promptly discarding it to the side. I gave my eyes a moment to readjust to the dimmed light around me and once I gather enough energy, I flip myself over to find him staring down at me, giving me an easy smile.
His appearance looks just about as rough as I am sure I do but in the best ways possible. His curly hair is messy but the part my eye instantly darted to is the soaked patch on his shirt that I was most definitely the cause. I guess from my squirting.
"I didn't know I could do that." I blushed, my pússy already clenched at the memory of how good I felt during that particular release.
"Well I can promise you that it won't be the last now that I know you are a squirter." He smirked, his eyes hungrily taking in every section of my body and the new marks he had left.
That simple gaze alone makes me want to pounce on him, to make him feel just as good as he has made me feel on multiple occasions at this point. He knows that too as his eyes meet mine, revealing what sinful thoughts are passing through his mind.
"Come here and straddle my lap, darling."
He watches my every move as I push myself up and shifts just a few inches to my right where he is now leaning with his back against the headboard behind him. The slight tremble in my knees is the only remaining physical evidence of what happened a few minutes ago as I hold onto his shoulder for balance, planting one knee down on either side of his thighs. I kept myself hovering ever so slightly over his lap but his two hands pull ke completely down despite the small protest in my eyes.
No word was spoken but when I looked up at him, I could still hear a silent command coming from him, telling me to do my wish. With my hands still on his shoulder, I draw my hips flush against him as I lean in and connect my mouth to his. The mere contact has me squirming but when I silently ask for his lips to part, he refuses.
At first, confusion passed through me and then the realization hit me. He wants the challenge, he wants to see what I am going to do about it. Gently nipping throughout the kiss, I instantly knew it wouldn't be enough. I just hope this won't earn myself another punishment.
In a demand for entrance, I tug on his bottom lips between my teeth, biting harder than I would ever dare to do but when I pull back and lick away the sore, his mouth curls up into a satisfied smile.
He wants me out of my comfort zone, he wants me to be comfortable enough to be rough with him and take what I wanted
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