I don’t how many times I came on the vibrators before he finally took them away. My clit was swollen and so, so sensitive. So much so that the little flick that he gave it while he removed the vibrators was enough to make me yelp. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I was exhausted. I could’ve went to sleep tied up on the bed, but he untied me and led me out of the room and into the bedroom that he had put our bags in. I collapsed onto the bed, absolutely drained from the experience. I felt him climb into the bed beside of me, and I almost immediately drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to the feeling of my legs being pushed apart, and pressure in between them. Still groggy, I reached up to push away whatever had woken me up, and my hand connected with flesh. My eyes flew open, panic filling my chest, and I swung my hand at my assailant, harder this time. A hand wrapped around my wrist and pinned it to the bed beside my head as I became aware of the cock inside of me, fucking me mercilessly. I swung with my other hand, but it was caught too, and pinned on the other side of my head. As the face of my attacker came into view, I began to calm down. I remembered where I was, and who I was with. I relaxed back into the mattress as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into my pussy, and I suddenly became aware of exactly how wet I was. I could feel a small damp spot on the sheet below me, I had dripped onto the bed. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I looked up at the man fucking me, taking in the details of his face, and for a moment, I felt a connection. I quickly pushed the thought out of my head, this was a business arrangement. A negotiated weekend. No feelings, no strings.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into me. With each thrust, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. He released one of my wrists and moved his hand to my nipple, and he began pinching, twisting, and pulling. The pain sent electricity through my body, straight to my core, pushing me even closer to the edge. With his other hand, he reached between us and began circling my clit, and I winced in response. I was still sore from the night before, my clit had went through a lot. After the initial pain, though, the way that he expertly circled it sent me to the edge of orgasm in seconds. Between his cock stretching and filling me, the shooting pain from my nipple, and his fingers rubbing the sensitive bud between my legs, I didn’t know how much longer I could last. My body tensed as the wave of release neared it’s peak. My orgasm had nearly overcome me when I looked him in the eyes and he saw how close I was to my release. A devilish smile as he removed his fingers from my nub and pressed on my neck. He pulled his cock out of my gripping pussy and looked me in the eyes as I groaned with the disappointment of knowing that with just one more thrust, I would cum on his cock.
“What’s wrong, baby,” he chuckled in response.
“I was so closeee.” The whininess in my voice shocked me, it was so out of character for me. He laughed again, but did not speak. Instead, he plunged himself back inside of me and began thrusting again. After just a few thrusts, I could feel my climax building again, the pressure in my lower belly growing more and more intense as the seconds passed. Once again, I could feel my muscles beginning to tighten in preparation of my approaching orgasm. My back began to arch, pushing him deeper into me, and my hands gripped the silky sheets as the pleasure became too much for me to handle. As I reached my climax, I began to shake, and I could feel myself tensing around his cock.
Once again, he pulled out of me just as I reached the height of my pleasure, immediately stopping the feeling of euphoria that had begun to rush through my body. I threw myself back down onto the mattress, more annoyed than disappointed this time. Frustrated, I looked up at him and was met with him watching me in amusement. He had a satisfied smirk on his face, like he wanted to be annoyed at him, like his goal was to piss me off. The way he was staring at me was almost mocking, almost like he was silently making fun of me, and it made me feel incredibly vulnerable. I covered my face with a pillow to hide from his gaze, and I could slowly feel my body relaxing, the pressure from the orgasm dissipating. I wondered why he was doing this, it was just last night that he had forced to come so many times. Why wouldn’t he let me get off now?
My wondering was interrupted by him moving on the bed, but couldn’t make out how he was moving. He wasn’t getting off of the bed, he was simply repositioning himself, but I didn’t dare uncover my face, I didn’t want to see his smirk, his silent mockery of my frustration. Suddenly, I felt his hot breath on my pussy, and I could feel how close he was to me, almost touching, but not quite. I raised my hips and pushed them towards him, trying to get his mouth on me, but it did no good. While I laid there, I remembered that edging had been something that I had expressed interest in. He really was making sure that he checked all of my boxes, and I was a little impressed. This was not something that I was enjoying very much, though, I wanted to come when I wanted to come. I knew that I was going to have to tell him, our agreement only worked if I was fully transparent about what I wanted.
“Hey,” I said tentatively, staring at the ceiling. I didn’t know why I was so nervous about telling him that I didn’t like this.
“Hey,” he repeated as he peered up at me from between my thighs.
“I, um, I don’t really like the edging. Can you not do that anymore?” I had butterflies in my stomach, and mixed with the pent-up arousal, I kind of felt sick.
“Of course, do you want me to stop what I’m doing, or do you want me to keep going?” He didn’t even sound annoyed, but there was a hint of concern behind his words. I smiled at how accomadating he was, and the butterflies disappeared.
“No, no, keep going,” I said quickly. “Please keep going.”
He smirked, then lowered his face back down. I felt his lips press against my right thigh, then again and again. He was kissing his way to my center. He repeated the process on my other thigh, then gently blew cool air on the sensitive flesh. Goose bumps covered my body, and I could’ve sworn that I heard him chuckle. He continued to tease me, peppering my thighs with soft kisses and nips. The bites would make me jump, but they didn’t hurt, at least not in a bad way. I was ready for more, though, I was ready to feel his tongue on me. With each second that passed, I grew more and more impatient, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs growing as well at the thought of him looking at me like that. I thought of him staring at my pussy, watching my wetness drip onto the sheets. I thought of him feeling pride that he had done that to me, and of him laughing at how much of a mess I was. At how much he had broken me in just a couple of days. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to go back to my life, to go back to the powerful business woman I was, but I quickly pushed the thought out of my head. That part of my life was not anything that I would concern myself with this weekend, especially not when I felt his face inching closer and closer to me.
Finally, he made contact. The tip of his tongue slowly traced my folds, then slipped past the barrier and touched the sensitive spot at my core, sending lightning through my body. He started off slow, lightly circling my clit and then licking me all the way to my entrance, dipping his tongue inside of me for just a moment, before repeating the process over and over again, gradually speeding up. As he licked me faster, hungrier, another orgasm began building. I tried to suppress it, I didn’t want him to know that I was getting close, I was still a little afraid that he would stop. Within minutes, though, my body was beginning to tremble as I tried to hide my impending orgasm. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to pull away as soon as he realized that I was close
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against my skin, taking his mouth off of me for just a moment, just long enough for him to speak, before plunging his tongue back into me. My attempts to stop my climax were pointless against him, between his demand and the pleasure that his mouth was bringing me, I couldn’t contain myself. Once again, my body began to spasm as I reached the peak of my climax. My muscles tightened and I pushed my pussy against his face, desperate for just a little more pleasure, just enough to push me over the edge. Without thinking, I reached down and intertwined my fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer into me. My hips were grinding against his face, and finally, with one last flick of his tongue over my clit, I fell over the edge. I cried out against the pillow that I still had over my face, unable to contain the intensity of my orgasm. It felt like fireworks inside of me, heat and pleasure and electricity shooting through my body.
After I had completely come down, my body relaxed into the mattress, exhausted from the intensity. He didn’t let me rest any longer than I needed to to catch my breath, though, instead he moved the pillow off of me and grabbed my hand. He pulled me up, to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He began walking, pulling me behind him. My legs felt like Jell-O and I wasn’t sure if I would make it to where we were going. He walked slowly, occassionally looking back at me as if to check if I was still there. He led me back into the room we had been in before, the room with the walls full of toys and tools. As we entered, he let go of my hand and instructed me to get on the bed. I perched on the edge, and was met with a disapproving glare.
“Lay down,” he commanded, his voice stern and powerful. I obeyed, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling until I finally heard his footsteps coming towards the bed. I turned my head to look at him, and saw that he was holding the same blindfold that he had put on me before and a set of headphones. What were the headphones for? They weren’t sexy, they looked like a regular set, nothing special about them. He set them down on the bed beside of me and began fastening my wrists to the headboard, this time not with rope, but with cold metal rings that went around my wrists. Handcuffs. Once both my hands were attached to the headboard, he moved to my feet, wrapping what felt like leather around my ankles. He attached each foot to a corner of the bed, forcing my legs to stay spread. He placed the blindfold on me, then he began to speak.
“I’m going to put some headphones on you. They’re noise-cancelling, so you won’t be able to hear. Okay?” I nodded my head in response, slightly anxious about not being able to see or hear, but I could see how it could enhnace the experience, so I welcomed the discomfort as he placed the headphones over my ears. Once they were on, everything was silent. I couldn’t hear him moving around, so I was completely clueless on where in the room he was.
After a while, I felt his presence near me again, followed by feeling his weight climb onto the bed between my legs. He climbed up until he was straddling me, his weight resting on my thighs. His hands touched my either side of my face, then moved down, his fingernails lightly scraping against my skin as they travelled down my throat, traced my collarbone, caressed my tits, then moved down my stomach, until he finally landed at my pussy. He reached between my legs and pressed a finger against my clit, which was still sensitive. He began circling it, so, so slowly, while his other hand travelled back up my body until he reached my left shoulder, and then he traced down my arm. When he reached my wrist, he took his hand off my skin for a moment, and the warmth of his fingers was replaced with a cold, metal object. A knife. For a moment, I began to panic and the thought of calling our safeword crossed my mind, but I decided against it. I wanted this. Knife play was another interest I had told him about, and I knew that’s what he had pressed against me. He slowly began dragging the blade up my arm, careful to only use the tip and to not put any pressure on it. The tip of the knife scratched my skin as it moved up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Once he reached my shoulder, he moved to the other arm and did the same thing, with just a bit more pressure. He then dragged the blade back down my arm to my wrist again. The blade left my skin, then quickly returned, this time the sharp side of the knife. He began gently dragging it back and forth on my forearm, not breaking skin, pressing just a little harder each time. Finally, he pressed it against me enough that I could feel it break through, stinging as my skin separated underneath the blade.
After the first cut, he got more bold. He began creating longer cuts on me, and in different places. First, my arms. Then he moved to my thighs, creating longer and deeper cuts than he had on my arms. Part of me was scared as he became more daring, scared that he would hurt me. Another part of me though, trusted him unreservedly. I had an agreement with him, we had a contract. He was teaching and I was learning. I pushed the distrusting thoughts out of my head and relaxed, really focusing on the sensation of the knife opening my skin. I imagined the blood bead up along each cut, and whenever it dripped, I imagined how it looked, the dark red liquid streaking my skin. I felt myself getting wet at the thought, and a wave of embarrassment flowed through me. I quickly abandoned the feeling as he made his next incision. He was methodical in each cut he created on me, but I could sense his enjoyment, his enthusiasm was evident with each slice of the blade. I could feel my skin separating with each incision he made, the sharp sting as the blade sliced, the slight burn of flesh meeting air, the tickle of blood dripping from the opening. He dragged the tip of the knife up my body, just barely digging into my skin as he did. With each movement, he got closer and closer to hot core. I felt a small sting on one of my lips, then terror as cold metal slipped between my folds and spread me open. My heart dropped as he turned the blade and dragged it all the way to my entrance. I started to call out the safeword, but just before the word left my mouth, he pulled it away. Relief filled me, and I felt like I could breathe again.
I felt him climb off of the bed. Without him on top of me anymore, I suddenly became very aware of the wetness between my legs, and very aware of what I must look like, naked and covered in cuts and blood. My thoughts were interrupted by the headphones being removed. Then the handcuffs being unlocked. Then the ankle straps. My muscles relaxed as my limbs were released, and relief filled my body. The only thing left on me was the blindfold. I fought the urge to take it off, to look at myself and what he had done to me. As I waited for him to remove the cloth from my eyes, I felt his weight climb onto the bed and position himself with my legs draped over his shoulder. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, and he wasted no time before he had pushed himself into me. My walls stretched around him as he fucked me, each thrust rough and animalistic.
“Touch yourself for me, baby,” he instructed, grabbing my hand and placing my fingers on my clit. I began rubbing the still sensitive bud, slowly at first, then faster as he fucked me harder. Soon, another orgasm began to build up inside of me, and I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as his began to build. “Take off your blindfold,” his voice cut through the sounds of our sex. I ripped the cloth from my eyes, and immediately looked down. Red streaks covered my body, each smear of blood coming from a different cut. The sight pushed me to the edge of cumming, and I could feel my walls tightening around him. I rubbed my hands up and down my body, smearing the blood from my wounds. His hands gripped my thighs, snd he began thrusting in and out of me even harder as he neared his peak. I rubbed my clit harder, matching his pace. I felt his muscles begin to tense up, and he was gripping my thighs so hard I was sure there would be bruises. Within seconds, he exploded, the hot liquid filling me and pushing me over the edge of my own climax.