The ring held the front of my labia together, which protected my clit, since I no longer have a clit hood. I’ve never opened my piercing for any of my boyfriends, and when they got curious and asked too often, I disappeared and found another city to hang out in.
Every guy I’d been with since my torture, I’d known they were only in my life a short time. I’d had fun with them, but I hadn’t fallen for them, and when I left there were no regrets.
Until Brain, and I hadn’t actually been with him. Still, I’d missed him, and there’d been regrets he couldn’t be in my life, which was crazy because the bastard had captured me and held me prisoner.
Though, my inner voice kept reminding me he’d treated me well, and hadn’t hurt me.
He was still slowly fucking his fist, his eyes on mine, and I reached inside my pajama bottoms, scissored my fingers on the outside of my labia, pressed in on my clit, and groaned.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he said, heat in his eyes.
I breathed out, and out, and out, until my lungs were empty, and then pulled air into my chest until they were full. I needed more than my hand. “Be right back,” I told him as I headed to the bedroom for my vibrator.
I don’t buy expensive sex toys, as too often I have to leave things behind and travel light. This one was just a normal, hard plastic, hot pink cylindrical vibrator with three speeds and fresh batteries, and I stripped out of my pajamas and panties when I returned to the sofa, my eyes on Brain’s cock as I stretched out on the sofa.
I started on low, ran it to the right and left of my upper labia, and then lowered it to slide between them, and gave a long, low groan as it sank into my pussy.
Brain sped up a little, and I worked the vibrator in my pussy as I massaged the area around my clit over my outer labia.
Within five minutes I was on the edge of an orgasm, and I told him, “I’m close, you going to come with me?”
“I’ll come with you during your second orgasm. Let it go, Buttercup, and then work yourself up again.”
My pussy gripped the vibe enough I could hear a difference — the idea of working myself up again was a turn on, but I never came more than once when I got myself off.
“Don’t argue,” he told me. “You know you want to, and I want to see you play with yourself when you’re all sated and relaxed.”
“No promises,” I gasped as I flipped the vibrator on high and swirled it around as I pumped it.
Just before I came, I pushed several fingers into my pussy along with the vibrator, spreading my opening wider and giving myself just the hint of the pain I’d discovered was now necessary before I could come.
I forgot about Brain while the orgasm held me in its grip, and when I came down, I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn’t have to look at him right away.
“You’re always beautiful, but you are stunning when you’re coming apart with bliss. I can’t wait until you’re coming apart because I did it to you. Now, turn the vibe down and keep playing with yourself. Just make it feel good, don’t try to make yourself horny again.”
I’d made it a point to not follow any man’s orders since Ivankov, but my body did as Brain said without even considering telling him to go fuck himself. Perhaps it was because he said it as more of a suggestion, perhaps it’s because I liked the idea and wanted to do it anyway… though neither of those things would’ve made a difference with any of the other guys I’d been with in the past couple of years.
But now, I turned the vibe to low and slid it around my labia, relishing in the fact it felt good, instead of trying to arouse myself again.
Within a few minutes, however, my libido perked up again, and I moaned as I slid it back into me, angling it to hit my g-spot.
This time, I propped the vibrator so it pushed towards my front, and I bent my knee so my foot could hold the base of it in place against the sofa cushion, so the tip pressed into my g-spot as I fingerfucked myself around the vibe.
I watched Brain in my peripheral vision, his hips going faster now, shoving his cock up through his fist, his hand moving a little now as well, but the majority of the motion coming from his hips.
“I’m ready when you are, Buttercup. God, you’re so fucking hot.”
His words pushed me over, and my groans nearly turned to screams as I came harder than I could remember, and he spurted halfway across the room as he came.
The orgasm didn’t fade as I expected it to, and I continued to manipulate the vibrator, my eyes closed as I gasped my way through the stratosphere. I jumped as I felt another’s touch, and opened my eyes to see him kneeling on the floor beside the sofa, his hand between my legs, his fingers helping mine.