Legs open. Hips stretched to stress. Knees bent. Arms outstretched.
She couldn’t move a fucking inch. Her fingers opened and closed, her knees flexed without movement, her head tossed side to side.
The sweetly curved vibrator plunged relentlessly into her exposed cunt, while he stared at her. His eyes were intense, drinking in her every wince, every twitch, every whimpering moan. His left hand controlled the pace of the vibe fucking her, his right held the massaging head of the intense vibe at the apex of her thighs.
He controlled her. Controlled her movements, controlled her pleasure, controlled her pain. The clamps bit into her nipples, the vibe shook her core.
Clenching down without choice, the orgasm rolled through her pussy like a breaker crashing onto shore. Ripples and tremors quaked through her.
She couldn’t move a fucking inch.
Eyes squeezed shut, lips open and panting, she trembled as the hard vibe shook against her tenderly fragile clitoris. The smile curving one corner of his mouth showed his pleasure in her predicament.
Yes….its short. Yes… it’s not really complete–that is, it is not a story, just a vignette of a story. I’m attempting to take back some of my own needs… ~nilla~