Suddenly, his punishment stops, and all I can hear is my panting, and the sound of the vibrator. I know he’s still behind me, since I feel his pants, brushing against my leg. A few moments later, his hand is back to rubbing my ass gently. I don’t stop myself from moving my ass closer, greedy for his touch.
His touch slowly moves away from my ass to my back, and I arch to the sensation. Just as I relax and close my eyes, Sebastian uses that moment to bring the vibrator to my swollen clit. “Fuck,” I yell, and instantly jump away from the jolt.
His hand on my back presses down, as he commands, “Stay still.”
I groan, knowing this was his plan all along. I’m so wound up and so sensitive. It’s hard to stay still and take what he’s making my body feel, but I know he’s doing it for a reason. At the same time, as the vibrator hums loudly, I worry the pleasure is too much. I need a release so badly, and my legs begin to shake. “Please, please, please,” I cry out, hoping he’ll give me permission to let go.
“Nyet,” he harshly says, and I’ve heard Ava say that word so many times to her kids, that I know what it means. No. Even if he won’t give me permission, my body has other plans. My hips take over, as they rotate, and I push back, trying to get more out of the vibrator. “Stay still and take it,” he claims, with a loud smack on my ass.
But I can’t stop.
I’m so far gone into reaching what my body craves, and I’m too close to go back now. As my legs shake, my stomach clenches, and the rush of pleasure finally sends me over the edge. Relief surges through my veins, as my orgasm takes control, and I let out a loud moan. Sebastian doesn’t ease up, and the vibrations only heighten it. Wave after wave of pleasure, pulses throughout my entire body, and all I can do is ride them.
Once it seems my orgasm has finally finished, Sebastian takes the vibrator away. Breathing harshly, I try to catch my breath, as he takes a hold of my ankles, pulling them towards him. The motion brings me down onto my stomach, as his hands run up my legs, and then he pushes my left one up. Once he has me positioned how he wants, both of his hands run up my body, and they only stop, when one is grasping a handful of my hair.
He jerks my head back, making me lift up, as he claims, “You just couldn’t wait.” The sudden guilt for not obeying him washes through me, and it surprises me. Although I couldn’t help myself, I still feel disappointed that I didn’t wait for his command.
Using his other hand, he grabs my chin, and then quickly takes my mouth. This kiss is so hard and demanding, and it’s not tame or gentle at all, but I like it. It seems his control is slipping, and I want to see what’ll happen, if it finally snaps.
I moan out in protest, as he pulls away, and he smirks, before saying, “Don’t worry. Next time, I’ll teach you to have better control over yourself.” My stomach clenches, wondering what he means by that. How do you teach someone not to orgasm?
I don’t have a chance to really think about that, since he leans up, and I hear crinkling. A second later, I see the condom wrapper on the bed, and suddenly, I’m willing to beg him to hurry up. Yes, I took the edge off with my unexpected orgasm, but I still want more. I want him inside of me, giving me everything.
With his grip back on my hair, he uses the other hand to guide himself inside of me. And he doesn’t do it quickly either. No, he takes his time, slowly torturing me. “Blyad’, ty chuvstvuyesh' sebya khorosho.” Hearing him speak in Russian, sends a shiver down my spine, and my pussy clenches. “So, you like when I speak Russian then,” he states, sliding all the way inside of me.
He groans, as I moan, wishing I could use my hips to move against him. The way he has me pinned, it’s nearly impossible to move. He has complete and utter control, not only over me, but physically, too. Having no other option but to allow him to do whatever he wants, I relax, giving him everything.
It’s easier to give him control than I thought it would be, and I’m rewarded with a hard thrust. It’s so hard that my entire bed shifts. When he pulls back, and then quickly returns, my eyes close, letting the intense pleasure flow through me. God, this feeling is so intoxicating and consuming. Even though he’s slow with his pace, with each thrust, it’s almost punishing.
It’s everything I need.
The way I’m lying on the bed, and with the way his thrusts are hitting me so deep, I’m already starting to feel another orgasm, rushing to the surface. Moaning out his name, I suck in a deep breath, as I plead, “Please, let me come again.”
As soon as the words escape, he stops all movement. Snapping my eyes open, I begin to pant, wishing I could move. The grip on my hair tightens, and the pain only intensifies the feeling of him inside of me.
“Don’t you dare come,” he harshly says, close to my ear. With a hard thrust, he claims, “I control your orgasms now, Trixie, and you will obey me.” He surges
