I cried again, wordlessly. Whatever I said would have been unintelligible.
“Imagine it, Sophie,” He said, still fucking my face, choking me mercilessly with every stroke. “I could bring you to the very edge. I could do it, again and again. And I could leave you unsatisfied. After I’ve come, what do I care if my plaything does?”
Panic curled through me. I tried to beg, “No, no, no,” but it came out as a series of desperate grunts.
“Maybe that’s what I’ll do.” He sped his pace. “Would you like me to? To come in your filthy mouth and leave you unsatisfied?”
I twisted and flailed, trying to drag in gulps of air between the repeated invasions of his cock. I pleaded with him with each exhale, unable to do more than make some pathetic, whimpering sounds.
“I’m close, Sophie,” he warned. “Make me believe that you want my cock in you.”
I screamed through my nose, my chest hitching with sobs.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
I responded with another scream, mindless in my fear that he would do exactly as he promised.
“Do you want me to fuck your cunt?”
Another scream. I prayed he wasn’t as close as he sounded. I writhed and cried, my eyes squeezed shut against the flood of tears that rolled from them.
“I’m going to come, Sophie,” he groaned, and a wail of despair seized my entire body.
He pulled out, laughing at his joke. “Of course I wasn’t going to waste it in your mouth, Sophie. I’m going come in your ass tonight. Sit up.”
It was difficult to do so with the plug in me, so I had to be cautious. Sir slipped a gentle finger beneath the hooks of the gag on one side and carefully eased them out. Once it was free, he asked, sounding more like my concerned husband than my cruel Dom, “How’s your jaw?”
“Fine, Sir.” Though, my lips felt oddly stretched-out on my face. The sensation would pass.
“What do we say?”
“Thank you for fucking my throat, Sir.” That part certainly hurt, now, and my voice was hoarse for it. “And thank you for not coming in my mouth.”
“Don’t thank me for that. It wasn’t for you.”
I nodded and cast my gaze down.
He went to the cabinet again and came back with a toy I liked much better. “Lay back and spread.”
He reached for my foot and ran his fingers lovingly along the patent leather of my light nude pump. He slipped the thin elastic straps of the wearable vibrator over my calf, and repeated the action on the other side.
“I’m going to fuck you, Sophie,” he told me as he slid the straps up. “And I’m going to let you come—”
Oh, god, yes.
“—but we’re not finished until I say we’re finished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I held my breath as he pushed the vibe into place. It wasn’t the most intense one we owned, but it was delicious, a little bullet about as long as the tip of my thumb that vibrated soft legs, like a caterpillar’s, on all sides of my clit. Sir held the wireless remote.
The straps were around my waist and thighs, the vibrator fitted snuggly to my aching clit, when he turned on the power. The lowest setting gently throbbed against me.
“Stand up.”
I rose, and he stood before me, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the vibrator’s remote at his side. “Unbutton my shirt.”
It was hard to concentrate with my mind and body screaming for orgasm while the vibe buzzed away at me, but I forced myself to concentrate. I reached for the first fastened button with shaking hands, pushing it through the hole with my thumb.
One down, what seemed like a thousand to go.