Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... for you.” He pauses to look up at me, before continuing on. “It also turns me on to no end, and brings out some pretty heady sadistic tendencies. I confess that I love to watch you squirm as I edge you, to see you on the brink of madness as your need to orgasm passes beyond the point of pleasure. My cock throbs when I hear you gasp with each slap of my hand against your bare ass, or whip of the flogger. I watch with amazement and admiration that you do this for me. And tonight, at your invitation, I get to watch you as the heat and power of the Vicks works deep into your fat, beautiful clit.” My eyes widen and my moans fall silent as I watch his finger approach my most sensitive spot. He starts by rubbing his ointment covered finger on top of the hood of my clit, then on either side. He’s avoiding the protruding, exposed head, concentrating on all of the surrounding skin. At first I feel nothing, except the pleasure of his touch, but then it hits, and when it does, the intensity ratchets up insanely quickly. Sensation that is almost orgasmic-like on its own vibrates from my clit deep inside. It almost feels like I have to pee, my whole pelvis sings as it tingles. There’s no pain, only intense and pure pleasure as my hips squirm and buck as best they can. Bypassing the sensitive skin of my pussy, I feel him reach between my ass cheeks and the chair, feeling the finger wiggle around the ring of my asshole, and just barely penetrating it before he slides his hand out. My eyes ...

... close as I try to control my breathing. Wave after wave of electric pulses course through me but keep me just at the edge. Without his touch, any touch, there is no way for me to crash over. I ride the crest as long as I can, my mind empty but for the amazing pleasure that Patrick has launched me into. Just when I think I can’t go on without coming, I hear his voice, thick with lust. “Open your eyes, Corrine. Look at me.” As I do, what I see causes my jaw to slacken around the belt. He’s holding the electric toothbrush in his hand. Of all of the items he bought tonight, this is the one I hadn’t considered, not even for a moment. I can’t say why, I just didn’t. But now that I see it in front of me, it’s clear my torment is far from over. “Answer me honestly…it’s all good either way. Is the Vicks okay? Too intense? Do you want me to wash it off before we go on?” I vehemently shake my head, the hair that has escaped the confines of the belt sweeping over my eyes. He nods, acknowledging that I’m good, and turns on the toothbrush. It looks so benign, but when the hum of its vibrations fills the air, my already hypersensitive body goes on high-alert. He steps in front of me, lowering the device to the side of my left breast. The first touch makes me jump and squeal, but as he gently runs the bristles over the expanse of pale flesh my body becomes accustomed to the intensity and I press against my bindings to encourage deeper contact. He follows a similar pattern on my right breast; ...