Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... under…over…side to side, avoiding my areola and nipple. I sigh deeply as waves of heat resonate from my chest to my pussy and back again. Agonizingly slow, he finally trails the bristles over my right areola and nipple. Already hard and distended from the menthol, which at this point has faded in intensity, I can feel each bristle as it lightly scratches the surface of these most sensitive areas. “Aaaahhhhh…,” is all I can say when he moves back to my left nipple. He spends what feels like an hour, but in actuality is more likely five minutes going back and forth between each breast, leaving me in almost a hypnotic state. Although he was never rough, I look down at my heaving chest and see my breasts are flushed pink, with the occasional fine scratch etched into the usually pale skin. For just a brief moment, Patrick turns off the toothbrush, removes the belt from my mouth and hurriedly takes off all of his clothing. The sight of his body only pushes me further into that placid zone where endorphins swim through my brain and my body is alight with pleasure. His rock hard cock bobs between his legs, its veins bulge prominently and the head is crimson with excitement. Precum has formed, creating a glistening sheen. Rivulets of sweat gather between my torso and plastic wrap; my arms, shoulders and limbs are strained, which only serves to amplify both the pleasure and duress within me that are feeding off of each other. Picking up the toothbrush again, his warm voice breaks ...

... through my haze. “Alright, sweetheart. I can see you’re buzzing in a sweet zone right now. This is going to get pretty intense, very quickly. I want you to hold off as long as you can…ride the sensation…feel it all. When you’re ready to come, just let it all go. Can you try that for me?” My voice, cut off to me while gagged by his belt, sounds rough and filled with need. “Y…yes, sir. Oh, please sir, please my master.” Patrick’s eyes blaze in response to my words. He takes his cock in his hand that isn’t holding the toothbrush, and smears his precum down its length. He strokes his powerful hand up and down the shaft and head for a few strokes before releasing it with a growl. “I’m telling you now, my girl, as soon as you come I’m cutting you out of your bondage and I’m going to fuck you hard.” With that, he turns on the toothbrush, spreads my outer cunt lips once again, and touches it to my clit. This time the initial contact is with the back of the toothbrush, but the rapid vibrations very quickly have me gasping and trembling at his touch. The vibrations, on top of the lingering heat from the Vicks, cut deep inside of me, through my pelvis, deep to my g-spot. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…” I whisper, as my juices flood the chair. “Hold on, baby…hold it back.” “Ungh…” I’m bucking and groaning, writhing with pleasure, becoming almost fearful of the orgasm I’m trying to stave off. Tears form in the corners of my eyes, and he leans down to kiss them away. He flips the toothbrush around, ...