the edge, but then it went away. I was still horny as fuck, but no longer on the edge of an orgasm, and I cried out in frustration.
“That’s it, Cheyenne. Not yet. You’ll come when I’m ready for you to, and not a minute before. Hold it back for me. Not yet.”
My arousal went from fifty to one hundred in the blink of an eye, and I was suddenly close again.
“Please!” I had no idea if I was begging him or ordering him. Or possibly both at the same time.
Either way, he didn’t disappoint.
“Not yet. Almost. Hang onto it for me. A few more seconds.”
He leaned so his weight was all on one arm, lifted his other hand, grabbed my nipple, and then squeezed, twisted, and pulled all at the same time. It felt as if it might come off, but it also felt like he pulled on my clit through my damned nipple.
“Now, Cheyenne. Let me feel that cunt clamp down on my dick.”
And finally, after months without an orgasm, my body let loose, and it was as if every denied orgasm came out, all at once, engulfing me in heated ecstasy. Raw pleasure. I screamed and writhed and pumped under him, and Frost fucked me into the mattress the entire time while he told me how good my cunt felt, wrapped around his dick.
It felt like the neverending-orgasm, and when it finally waned and I thought that was it, he switched to the other nipple. “Not yet. I didn’t say you could stop. Come for me, my loud little kitty. That’s it. Let me hear your pleasure and pain.”
And that was it. Pleasure and pain, at the same time, until I didn’t know where one stopped and the other started.
When he finally let me stop orgasming, he grabbed my legs, pushed my knees into the mattress near my ears, and pounded me harder and faster.
“You’ll take what I need to give you, won’t you? No orgasms until I say so. You don’t want to try me on this.”
Frost
I gave her seven orgasms, and I let myself have three. I pulled out, as she’d asked, and I was all too happy to scent mark her belly, rubbing it in instead of wiping it clean.
I didn’t make it into her ass, but that was okay because I’d savaged both tits and her clit while I obliterated her cunt. She cried through her fifth orgasm, and it was glorious. I had no idea what’d changed since she’d been Banshee, but something had. She needed pain now, and she needed me to tell her when she could come. I was thrilled with both developments.
When I was finally spent for the last time, and she was three orgasms past spent, I wiped her down with a damp cloth and curled in behind her to sleep. She was already mostly gone, but she was alert enough to snuggle her ass into me when I spooned behind her.
Chapter Nine
Cheyenne
I awoke with a yelp and started to throw an elbow at whoever was messing with me from behind, but Frost’s voice made me freeze.
“Open up and let me in, Cheyenne.”
It was an order, and he had a slick finger in my ass, with a second about to join it. My lower body clenched tight, and I had to focus on relaxing for him. My clit throbbed painfully, reminding me he’d pinched and twisted and mauled the fuck out of it, and I’d loved every second.
Several of the bikers had wanted my hands over my head when they fucked me. I mean, not when I was standing, but if I was on my back, or side, or they were taking me from behind, they wanted my arms up and out of the way. So now, my hands automatically went to the headboard. I was on my left side, with my right leg up, so my knee nearly touched my boobs.
My asshole relaxed, and he sank another finger in.
“You aren’t going to get many choices.” He twisted his fingers inside me. “Decide fast. Do you want a third finger before I fuck you, or do you want my dick now?”
I had no idea how to answer. I considered both options, and while I wanted him to get my ass ready for his dick, I was also looking forward to that initial pain of entry.
“Too late. My decision. Looks like you get my dick next.”
His fingers left my ass, his dick touched the outside, and then he was inside