She was draped across his strong thighs, her stomach covering his lap, her breasts pinned beneath her and feeling the hardness in his pants. A compromising position, no doubt, to be bent over a man’s knee like nothing more than a rag doll, but one she could get used to despite the discomfort.
And oh… She moaned as his fingers sparked electricity on her skin. His hands caressed her naked body as if her skin was glass. Lighter than a feather, but enough to make her blood sing. Her breath began to come in heavier as she wondered what would befall her tonight. It didn’t feel as if he would be punishing her, making her suffer for his own pleasure as he knew she loved, but she knew him better.
Finally his touch made its way down her body to where she needed him most. She was on fire now, unable to remain still as she fell further under his spell. She felt his hot breath on her back as he teased her.
“What are you going to do to me?” Her words were a little breathier than she had hoped. He would need to teach her some self-control.
Her eyes fluttered shut at the sound of his silken laugh, a deep rumbling that reverberated in her bones. She tried to twist her head around to see what he was doing as his hands left her body, leaving her shivering in their absence. Of course, she couldn’t see much at knee-height and he was reaching behind her towards her legs.
Gently, he slipped a strong hand between her knees and pried her thighs apart. Cool air met her damp skin and her mouth fell open. With a single finger, he traced her slit, feeling the wetness dripping on her soft, bare skin. He hovered over her clit, reminding her of the total control he had over her in this vulnerable state. She luxuriated in the feeling. He slipped a finger between her lips, and she let out a small whimper. Writhing on his lap, she silently urged him to bury that finger in her, to give her *more*. But before she could even moan again, she felt a sharp pain as he quickly wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her head back. The sound of pleasure escaping from her mouth turned into a cry of pain.
“Be patient,” he said in a low growl. She smiled a little, recognizing desire in his voice, as he released her. His finger continued grazing over her clit, her pussy, her ass… spreading her wetness around. Trying not to betray her eagerness, she tried to hold herself still despite the butterflies in her stomach and the electricity in her spine.
She was so distracted by this seemingly simple that she didn’t even hear him pick up the toy. She yelped when she felt the material against her pussy, her trance broken. Again, she tried to turn her head to no avail.
“Here,” he said. He dangled the egg-shaped vibrator in front of her nose like a carrot. She almost scowled, but she was too intrigued. She had never used one of these before. “Let’s find out how much of this you can take.”
Unsure of what he meant, she held her breath in anticipation. The size looked manageable. Her mind raced with ideas of what that little thing could do to her in his hands. It didn’t take very long for him to push the toy inside her wet pussy, and she moaned loudly at the feeling. It stretched her a little, but she was too eager for release to feel any pain. She heard his phone unlock, and confusion clouded her lust for a minute.
“Are you going to turn it — ohh…”
He laughed again, tapping the screen that controlled the vibrator hands-free. This might have been his best idea in a while. With hungry eyes, he devoured the beautiful scene before him… his girl on his lap, ass in the air, pussy dripping onto his knee, her arms dangling in front of her with her nails digging into his calf. He would pick her up and slam her onto his cock, but he wanted to make her take his little test. He held back a smile as he turned up the intensity and watched the muscles in her back ripple. She pushed herself into him and breathed in shallow gasps that made his hair stand up on his neck.
She felt herself coming close to her first orgasm. She let it wash over her, shaking with the force. His hands began caressing her again, whispering his praise in her ears. Her pussy tightened around the toy, riding the waves of pleasure with all she could muster. Again, his hands entwined in her long hair, and pulled her face back towards his again.
“Again.”
He tapped the screen, and the vibrations became faster and stronger. She cried out, her pussy suddenly more receptive after cumming so hard. She tried to calm herself a bit and realizing she was in this for the long run if he were to truly test her limits, she knew she had to make him proud.
Control.
That’s what she always wanted, what she loved… to sacrifice total control to him, and now he was testing her ability to regain it. She wasn’t sure she could, but she knew better than to protest.
She clenched her teeth as the second orgasm came, and she squirmed on his lap with effort, but eventually she had to let go. With a deep sigh, she squirted this time, her juices dripping down his leg.
Again and again, he slowly tortured her with a higher setting on the vibrator after each orgasm. It was hardly a test of control without time to even gather her thoughts before the next one. Her poor pussy was more than sensitive as she slowly lost willpower and began to simply succumb.
It wasn’t until her seventh orgasm she realized that was the true test.
The realization didn’t make much of a difference. Eventually, the vibrator reached its maximum strength after the tenth orgasm. Her senses had distorted, tears streamed down her face, and her whole body trembled. Small sobs rang in her ears as he finally eased the toy out of her sore pussy, trailing her cum behind it. He picked her up then, swinging her legs over his lap and holding her to his chest. It would be cruel to fuck her now, so fragile and submissive, but that he was.
He pulled one leg over his own so that she straddled him, her breasts pressing against his chest. He knew she could feel his hard cock beneath her, and she bit her lip, knowing what was coming. With a smug look on his face, he leaned back a little, granting her access. She looked at him with wide eyes, silently asking him to reconsider, to allow her a moment of rest… it was clear it wasn’t happening. Too tired to argue, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, raising her hips to pull them down further. His cock sprang free, and she took it lovingly in her hands, and bent over to put her mouth around it.
“Not so fast.”
She froze, unsure of what to do. She looked up at him again, head still bowed, with such an eager look that he momentarily considered sparing her. But of course, she was his, and they both knew this. That same look practically begged him to fuck her.
“You think I’m done using my pussy yet?” he asked her, cupping her chin in his hands to force eye contact. Her lower lip trembling a little she shook her head. “So fuck me.”
She raised her hips again, this time positioning his cock at her entrance, and lowered herself onto him. She winced, but her sigh of pleasure betrayed her. She was happy to be used, happy to please him, happy to have her sore pussy fucked. Slowly, she rode his cock. He tested her some more, twisting her nipples, lightly biting her smooth skin, tugging on her hair… but still she took his cock, grinding her hips and tightening around him. When he stiffened and began to cum inside her, she collapsed onto him, cumming once more with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She was almost reluctant to climb off of him.
Panting with effort, she leaned against his chest once more, curling herself into his lap. He stroked her hair and ran his hands over her skin, and savored the sounds of her breathing. With a soft smile, she gazed lovingly at him and asked sweetly:
“Did I pass?”
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