Victorious(82)

I sag into the mattress, taking advantage of the break to force deep breaths into my lungs. I’m acutely aware of the pinch of the clamps on my nipples. It’s no longer a fiery pain but more of a dull ache. The wax has dried on my skin, making it feel tight.

“Those eyes had better be closed,” Flynn says as he returns and gets back on the bed. He’s loving this. I can hear it in the euphoric tone of his voice, and I can’t deny that I love it, too. I love not knowing what’s going to happen next. I love anticipating that the end, however we get there, will be spectacular.

An icy chill hits my skin, sliding from my core to my belly and up to my breasts. Ice. Oh God…

“Hold still, sweetheart.”

The ice connects with my clamped nipples—both at the same time—and I nearly levitate off the bed. I make noises that barely sound human, but I can’t seem to control them.

“God, you’re so hot, baby. The way you respond to everything is so amazing.”

His words permeate my addled brain. I’m pleasing him. He’s happy. I’m floating on a cloud of contentment even as the drumbeat of desire continues its relentless march. “I’m going to turn you over now, sweetheart.”

I’m aware of him turning me, the ribbon twisting loosely around my wrists and of the sharp pull of the clamps as my breasts fall forward over a mound of pillows.

He’s kissing my back, my bottom, between my cheeks, licking me, making me crazy. He sucks for one, glorious second on my clit before leaving it begging for more. I hear a click, and the liquid sounds of lubricant have me on alert. “Just my fingers, love.” He’s pressing against my back entrance in that insistent way of his. I know how to stop him, but I don’t say the word. Then his fingers are gone and something else is there. Oh God, the balls, the string, he’s pushing them into me, one at a time. I try to remember how big the biggest one was and squirm a bit, trying to seek relief from the unrelenting pressure.

The slight movement causes a tug on the chain that connects the clamps, setting off a fiery blast of pain. I don’t want that to happen again, so I remain still as he continues to insert the balls. How many of them were there? I wish I had counted.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart.”

“That’s enough.” The words sound as if they are ripped from me.

“That’s only half of them.”

I grunt as another one, the largest one yet, presses against my entrance. “It’s enough,” I say on a whimper as I begin to sweat.

“You know how to make it stop.” He holds me open for his tongue, swirling it into me, around my clit and back to where the balls are stretching me. Then he reaches under me and gives the chain the slightest of tugs, making me scream. The balls continue to come. If I’d known he was going to put them back there, I never would’ve chosen them, but it’s too late to change my mind now.

“Three more,” he says. “The big ones.”

“N-no… No more.”

He rubs my bottom with his big hand. “You can do it, sweetheart. Here we go.”

My safe word is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say it. I can’t say anything as I focus on the overwhelming pressure and intense sensation that burns through me as the final three balls are inserted. He kisses my back. “You did it, honey. You took them all.”

I can’t speak or breathe or move from the fear of jostling one of the areas on my body that’s been taken over by him. Then I feel his hard cock pressing at the entrance to my body, and I begin to tremble all over again. Because of the balls, the fit is exceptionally tight.

“Try to relax and let me in,” he says gruffly.

“It’s too big.”

He laughs. “He gets bigger when you compliment him.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

That only makes him laugh harder as he rocks into me a little at a time, gentle but insistent. I’m convinced he’s going to split me right in half.

He tugs on the handle connected to the balls, drawing the largest one partially out of me and letting it sit half in and half out until the pressure becomes so intense that I nearly utter the word that would stop everything.

Seeming to sense I’m reaching my limit, Flynn reseats the ball, presses his fingers to my clit and reaches under me with his other hand to remove the clamps. “You can come, Natalie.”

As the blood rushes back into my nipples in a flood of excruciating pain, I explode. I come apart so completely, I lose all sense of place and time as everything goes dark.

My eyes flutter open to discover the room itself has gone dark. I glance at the clock on the bedside table, and I’m shocked to discover it’s an hour later than it was when I came in here. An hour. My God…

Flynn is snuggled up to me, his front to my back, his arm around me, my arms untied from the ribbon. He kisses my shoulder. “Welcome back, sweetheart.”

“What happened?”

“You came so hard, you passed out.”

“That’s a thing? That can happen?”

“Yeah, baby. It happens.”

“How long was I out?”

“Only a few minutes. I was right here with you the whole time, making sure you were okay.”

“Wow.”

I cover the arm he has around me with my hand. “Did you…”