Sir Pushes Me to the Edge

"Do you want to cum today?" he asks. I love how he always asks.

"Yes, please," I reply, breathier than intended.

"Then you're going to cum as much as you want, okay?"

I smile as I answer, "Yes, Sir." I don't know how to tell him how much it means to hear him say those words. Not just this time, but every time.

He shifts position, pulling my bullet vibrator from beside him. "Let's start with your favourite."

I bite my lip as he turns it on low, the mere sound making me drip in anticipation. I can barely control my heart rate as he strokes my outer lips with the toy, the vibrations tickling my skin rather than providing real pleasure.

I giggle softly, feeling impatient for the main event to resume. He slides the toy down to my entrance, making me clench. Sir smiles, his eyes fixed on that spot. Then he takes the vibe away, returning once more to my outer lips.

"You gonna tease me all day?" I quip.

"Patience, my darling."

I pull on the chains pointedly, as if that would possibly make him give me what I want. In response, he turns it off.

"Come onnnn," I whine.

"Good girls wait, do they not?"

"Maybe I'm not a good girl," I say defiantly.

"You're a very good girl. You're my good girl."

The buzz starts just as I begin my retort. "I don't- fuucckkk."

"You were saying?"

All I manage is another moan as Sir circles my clit with the vibrator, now at full speed.

I'm already sensitive from earlier and my climax builds annoyingly fast. I try to squirm away, but his hand pins my hip to the bed.

"Sir, I'm gonna-"

The vibrator comes off. My frustrated growl follows.

"Shhh," he coos, blowing softly on my pulsing clit. "Not just yet."

I want to whine that he's teasing me too much, but complaining so soon will just earn me a sadistic chuckle.

He releases my hip to stroke my pussy lips, spreading the slick over my clit. I jolt hard enough to make the bed posts creak when he touches it directly.

"Sir, please, it's too s-sensitive."

"You can take it."

My lower lip wobbles as he pulls back the hood and keeps stroking, the pleasure turning into pain. My eyes lock with his. He's still smiling wickedly whilst my vision blurs from tears.

"Please."

He pulls his fingers away and I collapse flat on the bed, panting, only to jerk my head up again at the hum of the vibrator.

"Sir!" I screech.

His free hand comes up to rest on my lower belly, the slight pressure heightening the buildup inside. Too much buildup that I won't be able to hold back, and we didn't put a damn towel down.

"Sir, no, I'll make a mess!"

"You can make a mess."

"Fuck! Please! I'm going to-Noooo!" I wail.

He turns the toy off, tossing it onto the bed.

"But not yet."

"Please, I was right there."

"I know you were, my darling," he croons, stroking my pussy lips, coating his fingers. Next thing I know, he's sliding two inside and the stretch knocks the breath out of me.

"You're so tight."

"And your fingers are so big."

He curls them up, and I know exactly what's coming next. Sir loves to make me scream from this, but I don't know if I can take it right now.

There's no time to prepare. White-hot pleasure courses through my body as he hammers that spot with his fingers. I bite my lip hard to try and muffle the embarrassing sounds threatening to escape, but Sir pulls my lip from my teeth before pressing down harder on my belly.

"Let everyone hear you."

"I can't- it's-"

I scrunch my eyes shut and scream as he goes even harder. My knees lift and my stomach tenses, pushing out what he's pulling from me. I'm too far gone to care about the wet, filthy sounds coming from my pussy, or the spray hitting the backs of my legs.

Sir growls, slowing momentarily. I open my eyes and gulp as his hand goes past the bullet vibrator to pick up the wand, turning it on medium.

"Let's give you what you need, darling."

He presses the wand against my clit, the deep thrum sending my brain into overdrive.

"Goodness me, you're clenching tight."

I don't know whether to take it as a compliment, but the combined pleasure on my clit and Sir's fingers curling inside have me struggling to think.

My moans climb higher, my breath coming in broken gasps. The coil in my stomach tightens as the pressure builds unbearably.

"Sir!" I shout. He can't stop. Please don't let him stop. It's going to happen, and I don't-

"Cum for me," he commands.

I can't hold back the scream. Pleasure crashes through my whole body. Thighs tensing and toes curling, as if every nerve ending is lighting up.

"That's it, good girl. Oh, you're making such a mess; you're such a good girl for me."

The orgasm lasts a long time as Sir draws out every ounce of pleasure he can from me. He finally eases the wand away, his fingers slowing to a stop. I try to catch my breath as my legs drop to the mattress, my arms limp in their restraints.

I open my eyes to the beautiful man in front of me. His hair has flopped onto his forehead, but I still make out some beads of sweat dripping from his brow. His eyes crinkle as he flashes me a grin. He kisses my knee, once. Twice. It turns into a shower of tiny kisses all over my thighs that make me giggle.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, sitting up. "How do you feel?"

"Good."

"Want more?"

"Hell yes," I say, grinning.

Ten minutes later, I'm reconsidering my enthusiasm.

Sir lifts the wand away after my sixth orgasm, but his fingers continue to pump in and out of my now swollen pussy. I get ten seconds of reprieve before he puts the vibrator back.

"Again."

"Please, Sir! I can't-"

His eyes snap to mine, and I can't look away. "Again," he repeats.

My stomach quivers, and before I know it, my clit betrays me. "Fuuccckkkk."

"Good girl."

Another ten seconds, and I still haven't caught my breath when Sir demands the next orgasm from me.

"Sir!" I screech, the chains rattling loudly as he places the vibrator back.

"You need this. Be a good girl and take it."

"I can't," I mewl, but my body is already climbing higher.

"Cum," he instructs. I manage to make out another "Good girl" through my moaning.

"Sir!" I pant, trying to keep up with what he's giving me. But it's too intense, too relentless.

He slows his fingers, pressing the vibrator harder against my clit to make up for it.

My breath hitches, my lower lip trembling as everything feels too much. Too good. And then I'm shrieking, cumming again.

He holds the wand firm, causing the orgasm to blur into the next, and the next, and the next.

My cheeks feel wet, my arms ache, but somehow my body still wants more.

I'm lost in my own bliss, past knowing how to get back.

Sir switches off the vibrator and stills his fingers.

"Breathe."

I notice my breaths coming in too fast. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. You remember your safe words?"

I nod, repeating them back to him.

"Do you need to use them?"

I take a second to consider, forcing myself to take a few slow breaths, before finally looking at him.

There's real concern etched on his face, and my heart swells. I shake my head and answer, "No, Sir."

"Then you can take it."

"But I'm scared."

His eyes soften as he drops the wand to rub one of my thighs.

"It's okay. I've got you. Let it happen."

"But I feel out of control."

"You don't need to be in control, I'm in control. I've got you, okay? You can let go."

He waits for my nod and a quiet, "Okay."

"I've got you," he repeats, putting the wand back. He moves his fingers firmly, expertly finding that spot.

I stop trying to fight it. It's going to happen no matter what. I just have to let go. A few seconds later, I'm squirting all over the sheets.

"That's my girl," he coos.

My legs relax and stay open as Sir pushes me over the edge again and again. I lose count of each orgasm he coaxes from my body, only vaguely aware of his soft words.

"... keep cumming for me, that's all... show me how much you can cum... so beautiful like this, so perfect."

I'm floating higher and higher, but it's okay because Sir has me.

I eventually notice the absence of Sir's fingers. The quiet of the room. Wetness underneath me. The dip of the mattress. Chains rattling onto the floor.

I open my eyes and stare at Sir as he rubs my aching wrists. He's so pretty. How did I get to be with someone as pretty as him?

He scoops me up into his arms, holding me tight. His hand starts stroking my arm as we both realise I'm trembling.

"Shhh, you're okay," he whispers, planting a kiss on my head. "You did so well."