N is for... (Checklist Book 14) by L DuBois (best classic books TXT) 📕

she could do was moan and rock her hips, fucking herself on the machine. “Please give you more?”

She shook her head, not in denial, but because she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

“Luckily,” he murmured, “it’s not your decision to make, is it?”

“No, Sir.”

He flicked something, and the vibrations started up again. This time not only was the area below her clit vibrating, but so was the rear section. The base of the plug, wedged against the machine, transmitted those vibrations to her ass. The tender, surprisingly sensitive nerves of her ass hummed in response to the stimulation.

Daniel stood and started tearing at the laces of his leathers.

Autumn licked her lips, staring hungrily at his crotch. He’d filled both her ass and pussy, trapped her clit against the vibrating nubs, and clamped her nipples. The final thing she needed was something in her mouth. His cock in her mouth.

Shoving his pants down to his hips he shuffled forward. Without waiting for the command, she reached out, grasping his dick and bringing it towards her open mouth.

Daniel slapped her hand away. Looking up, she was shocked to see that he looked angry.

“No. We had an agreement.”

“But...” Everything had changed since then. She’d shared more with him, felt more, in these few hours, than she had in months of relationships with other men.

Daniel’s eyes glittered as he reached down, grabbing the chain between the clamps. He lifted it and thrust it between her teeth.

“Bite,” he commanded with a snap.

She closed her teeth around the chain, felt the tug as the clamps lifted, torquing her nipples.

“I will not break my word to you. Not ever. Do you understand?” He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers.

She nodded, very carefully.

Daniel smiled down at her, the expression changing to something dark and dominant as his gaze slid down her body.

He stooped, grabbing the controller, then rose again, his cock so hard that it was angled up towards the sky.

“Use your hands on me,” he demanded.

Between her legs, the vibrations increased.

“I know you’re sensitive. Sensitive enough that the Sybian is causing you pleasure that is almost pain. That will only get worse.”

He was right. Her clit, still sensitive from her last orgasm sent conflicting signals to her brain—pleasure, pain. It distilled to simple sensation.

“I’ll turn it off when you make me come.”

Autumn reached to the side, grasping his cock in one fist, the other hand teasing his sensitive head, circling it with her fingers.

That motion echoed the way the knob was swirling inside her, hitting her g-spot with each pass.

“Lift your chin for me,” he murmured as he thrust into her hand.

She obeyed, whining around the chain clamped between her teeth as her nipples started to burn from sweet pain.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he murmured.

She cupped her palm over the tip of his cock, her hand slick from the fluid leaking from the slit. If she hadn’t had the chain between her teeth she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from taking a taste.

Another orgasm ripped through her, and she wasn’t sure what was the catalyst—her clit being vibrated, the knob whirling inside her, the plug up her ass, or the sweet burning of her nipples thanks to the clamps.

Or maybe it was him. Knowing that topping her had brought him so close to his own release, despite the relatively little physical stimulus he’d had.

“Autumn.”

Her name was a command, and a prayer.

“Look up.”

Hand working his cock, she looked up at him, straining to do it without moving her head.

“No. Raise your chin and look at me.”

Something inside her relaxed, even as her body began to tighten once more as she approached another shattering orgasm.

She raised her chin, meeting his gaze. He’d commanded her to look up, knowing that it would mean added pain from the clamps. And she obeyed because he’d ordered her to. Because she trusted him enough to obey without worrying he hadn’t thought it through, or didn’t realize what he was asking. He knew. He wanted her to have that pain.

They looked into one another’s eyes, and everything faded away, the murmur of conversation coming from the other people in the courtyard, the buzz of the machine between her legs. It was just them, two people caught up in a moment of synchrony, their wants and needs meshing together so well that it was like an endless feedback loop.

The clamps, not tight enough to hold when forced to bear the weight of her breasts, popped off. Autumn’s eyes widened, and she screamed, not just in pain, but in pleasure, as the unexpected removal of the clamps trigged her third, blistering orgasm.

Daniel groaned, thrusting hard into her hands, the head of his cock grinding against her palm before he coated her fingers with ejaculate.

She hung there, caught in a pleasure so great that her muscles cramped and her ears were ringing.

Then the wave broke, the pleasure fading like water drawn back out to sea.

But the Sybian was still buzzing away. Her whole body felt like the skin had been stripped away, her nerves exposed. The pain she felt was no longer pleasure-pain, but pure over-stimulation. She opened her mouth, the chain of the clamps falling out.

“Daniel,” she gasped.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” The Sybian clicked off, and then he was there, kneeling beside her, hugging her close as he eased her up and off the knob.

“Relax, lover, I’ve got you. Just hold on to me.”

She whimpered into his shoulder as he reached around and removed the plug, her ass spasming. Her whole lower body still buzzed faintly, leftover sensation from being astride something that vibrated.

Daniel sat back, legs stretched out in front of him, spread enough so that he could nestle her between his thighs. He’d pulled up his leathers at some point, but hadn’t re-laced them. She could feel his still semi-hard cock against her ass.

He must have signaled someone for help, because a moment later he was handed a soft blanket, not one of the wool ones from