Writhing

His fingers. No longer lightly tracing. Now drawing. Dragging. Digging into her skin. Deep. He ripped his face away, leaving her desperate. A moan. A sad whimper. A protest lost to the air. The memory of his touch, a searing imprint where his nails had pressed. She arched, instinctively, trying to follow the ghost of his hand. Needing it back. Needing that pressure. That raw, violating feel against her skin.



His hand. That finger. Gone again. Disappointment. More tension. More build up. She was more aroused than she thought possible, he keeps forcing her deeper. Her pussy, soaked. Dripping wet. In her core, a burning need was clawing at her insides, pulling every nerve, every muscle was tense, she felt as if he had touched ever individual strand in her body. Addicted to his touch, so intensely it felt like she was pinned by it, pressing down, making her hips twitch, her hips clench. Every nerve screamed, demanding he give her that sweet release. 



Then. Something. Between her legs. Smooth. Round. A slight cold against her swollen teased labia. Pressing, pushing against it, spreading her. Larger than she expected. Sliding in smoothly. No resistance. Her pussy eagerly accepting it. Pressure. So much pressure, feeling it stretch. Fill her. Not long. But its girth. Spreading her wide. Not reaching deep within her but pushing against the walls of her body. The low vibration started. The toy. Wireless. Nestled against her g-spot. A deep low rumble. It slowly built, into a high, intense speed. Before dropping back off. Waves of intense, slow pressure. Building. Rising. She was thrashing. Writhing against the restraint. She felt so weak as it continued. The vibration, rising and falling inside her. Against her g-spot. Pressing. Releasing. Pressing again. She was lost in the wave of pleasure. Amplified. Twice, three times the intensity after what she’d just lost. What he had just stolen from her. Her head thrashed against the silk, damp with sweat. Her body bucked, trying to meet the relentless, internal assault.



Something else. Larger. She almost didn’t notice it when it first met her flesh. She was so lost in the current sensation inside her, it was less subtle. This one attacked. Hard. Intense vibration. Unrelenting. Shaking her body straight through. The wand. Not placed where she wanted. On the top of her pubic mound. A warning. Making it clear what came next. Dragged across her skin. Rumbling her inside. Sending a vibration downward, clashing and mixing with the internal vibration moving outward. Even on the lowest speed it was intense. She was mentally preparing for the shock. She knew it would come. When it reached the mark. When it hit that spot. When he finally stopped dragging it, teasing her with it. Nestled it against her clit. The two in tandem. The wand, a high, consistent vibration. The lush, a slow rising, deep rumble. She felt it already. Every nerve in her lower body sparking little flames of pleasure. Twitching. Anticipating. Her mind forcing her body to experience what was coming. Long before it landed.



Then it did. Meeting its mark. Not directly on her clit. He circled. Stayed just outside. To the left. Her sweet spot. Drawing it down. Around. Careful not to make direct contact. Her body fully convulsing now. Shaking. She felt like she was going to foam at the mouth. Overwhelmed. She was there again. It was happening. The way it circled. Both vibrations rippling through her. Penetrating her entire body. Short breaths. Barely enough to fill her lungs. She’d felt as if she’d ran a marathon. Her chest tight. Pressure building. She was soaring towards release. The world blurred as her eyes started to roll into her skull. Her senses focused entirely on the heavy, overwhelming assault between her legs. Just as the pressure reached its climax, as her belly started tightening into a knot of pure, indescribable bliss, as the world was just beginning to shatter into a million tiny little pieces. 



It was ripped away.



Gone. Again. It was ripped away. Stolen. He’s a monster. A scream. Full of anger now. Real rage. She’s been claimed by a demon. The sudden, violent loss she felt. where all that building heat had been. The scream that tore from her throat was pure, raw anguish, a sound of real betrayal. She went to speak her piece. To scold him. Not beg anymore. She was going to demand. 



Thwack. 



Before her mouth could open. A warning shot. Tail ends crashing against her skin. Just halfway between the navel and her pubic bone. Right where the pressure the intensity had been. Not light this time. Different. The larger flogger. Long strands. Heavy. Hard. They sting. An intense sting. Making speaking impossible. Pain surged. Pleasure followed. Another convulsion. Her body agreeing to stay silent, it wants more. 



Thwack. 



Another to her thigh. She yelped. Unable to speak. Tears forming under the blindfold. Frustration. Pain. Pleasure. So overwhelming the only thing her body knew was to realese it all through her eyes. The raw, burning welts across her skin a welcome addition to the other mixing sensations.



As quickly as it was gone, it was back again. The pressure. Her lips. Spread. The Lush breaking past her as fast, as rough as it was pulled out. Nestling itself again in its spot. The wand. Turned offf, still warm from the heat of the motor inside of it. Back in place. Angled this time. Resting against her thigh. Something stretching. Tape. It was lashed to her thigh, not tied like usual, positioned directly on her clit. God no, she felt raw, she couldn’t handle it. She felt the silicone head against it. Discomfort. Directly on the exposed bundle of nerves. Locked into place.Knowing. Waiting. Writhing. Her body tensed. Anticipating the inevitable. The full force of what was coming would not be gentle, that is not how he operates.



Both came on at once. Blinding pleasure. No more kindness. Full speed. An attack on her entire self. The vibrations, a never ending assault. The low end rumble of the lush inside her. Deep. Filling. Stretching. And the intense. Painfully pleasurable blitz of the wand. Directly on her clit. She couldn’t breathe. Her back strained. Arched. Fighting to jump out of her skin. She was leaving her body. 



Thwack. 



Another landed. Right across her breast. Sharp again. Her stiff nipples met the full downward force. The shock spread. Not straight. Jagged lines. Reaching the farthest nerves. Overstimulated. She writhed. Spit pooling in her mouth. Air wouldn’t suck in fast enough. She no longer knew if her eyes were open or closed. Had no idea if she was up or down. The world, her thoughts, everything dissapearing into her as she headed towards a life changing moment. As the orgasm built again. Every muscle in her body screamed. Desperate, confused on if it was agony or ecstasy.