Tremors raced up her spine as the muscles of her anus clenched on the nozzle. He moved it again, drawing back as she tightened, expecting the feel of his tongue. It never came. The nozzle slid inside her again as he began to f**k her with slow, easy strokes, squeezing small amounts of the lubrication inside her as he moved.
“Ian…please…again…” She was nearly sobbing from the need.
“What, baby?” His breath stroked her clit. “Tell me what you want.”
“Lick me.” She had no shame. “Lick my pu**y, Ian. Please.”
Slow, barely touching her, his tongue swabbed over the swollen folds as she moaned in frustration.
“Like that?”
She bucked, lowering her hips, only to receive another smack to her rear in payment.
“Stay still,” he ordered firmly.
“Ian, this is cruel,” she wailed, her head hanging between her arms as she fought to stay upright. “I need more.”
The nozzle slid in again, a hard, fiery thrust through the slick recess as her back arched. At the same time, his tongue plunged inside her weeping pu**y, flickering, licking, caressing the inner muscles as a strangled scream of pleasure tore from her throat.
“No. Damn you, Ian…” she begged as he retreated once again.
Courtney fought to breathe, to hold onto her sanity as her h*ps lowered, trying to follow his wicked tongue. Sharp smacks to her rear only added to the pleasure, as did the smooth, short strokes of the lubricating nozzle in her anus. She writhed, fighting the darkness surrounding her, the hunger eating her alive as his tongue licked, his teeth nipped, but never in the spots she needed, never as she needed.
“This isn’t fair,” she screamed, clenching on the nozzle as it retreated again. “Ian, I swear. I swear you’re killing me.”
She could feel her juices running from her cunt, the channel weeping in an agony of pleasure as her womb spasmed with the need for release.
“Damn, your pu**y is so hot, baby,” he growled, his tongue licking at her again, his hand delivering another heated, pleasure-giving blow to her ass as she fought once again to grind the needy flesh into his mouth.
“Eat it,” she panted, feeling the perspiration gather along her body as one broad hand lifted her h*ps from his face, his tongue licking around the silken folds of her pu**y. “Fuck me with your tongue, Ian. Please. Oh God, have mercy on me.”
He chuckled at her plea, slowly easing back from her as she screamed in rage.
“Be quiet.” The strike to her rear was harder. Hotter. “Keep begging, Courtney, and I’ll gag you. Would you like me to gag you?”
Tears dampened the silken cloth over her eyes as she shook her head desperately.
“Good girl.” He pulled her h*ps back into position as he pulled the nozzle from her ass. “Now, stay still.”
She did as he ordered, shaking, in agony as she fought the hard pulsating sensations racking her body. Her cl*t was so sensitive that even the air around it was a torment. Her ass ached, not from the small slaps, but from the need to be filled. Every nerve ending in her body was heightened, throbbing, begging for his touch.
“I’m placing a dildo harness on your hips. It will go around your thighs, and will hold the vibrator I have inside you.” Smooth leather straps were worked around her hips, her thighs. “Don’t beg me for mercy, Courtney,” he whispered then. “In this, I have none. You wanted to be here, in my bed, beneath my body. Unless you’re begging me to stop, then I won’t hear you. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” As long as he got the f**k on with it.
“Easy now. I’m going to push the vibrator inside you and anchor it in. If it’s uncomfortable, let me know.”
Her back arched as she felt her muscles separating, felt the warm width of the device beginning to fill her. It was thick, supple, moving inside her with slow strokes as Ian eased it into her drenched pu**y, filling her by slow, agonizing inches.
“There we go.” She could feel it nudging at her cervix, not touching, but she was filled, stretched, on fire and dammit, she needed more.
“Fuck me, Ian,” she cried desperately, clenching on the device as she felt him tucking something against her clit. It swelled to meet the embrace of whatever device rose from the vibrator to encircle it.
“Shhh.” He kissed the cheek of her ass gently. “The vibrator is a Rabbit, Courtney, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” She felt him tighten another portion of the harness, something that covered the mound of her pu**y and tightened at the side of her thighs.
A sob escaped her lips. She had heard of it, knew he was going to tease her until she lost her sanity.
“I thought you had,” he crooned, panting as his hands smoothed over her damp thighs. “I’m turning it on now…”