Chapter 4

BDSM PLAY PART 4

Black silicone, heavy in his hand. He flicked the switch to low, and it hummed softly.

Kneeling between her spread legs, Dante started the tease right away. He pressed the buzzing tip to her clit, circling slow. The vibration hit her like electricity, making her hips jerk. 'Ah! Yes!' she gasped. Her clit swelled under it, sensitive from the arousal. He held it there, watching her face twist in need.

After a minute, he slid it down her folds, coating it in her juices. Up and down, pressing against her entrance but not going in. Lou begged already—'Deeper, Master, please.' Her voice was whiny, desperate. He chuckled, dark and low.

Finally, he pushed it in halfway. The ridges stretched her, the buzz filling her partially. He fucked her shallow with it, in and out just a few inches. Her pussy walls fluttered, wanting more. Lou's hips bucked hard against the ropes, trying to take it deeper. 'Please, deeper! I need it all!'

Dante's eyes gleamed. He thrust it all the way in, bottoming out. Her pussy swallowed it, full and buzzing. He cranked the vibration to high—strong, relentless waves inside her. Lou's body trembled, toes curling. The sensation built fast, pressure coiling in her belly. Her clamped nipples throbbed in time, the pain pushing her closer.

She writhed, moans turning to cries. 'I'm gonna... oh god!' But just as the edge hit, Dante yanked it out. The sudden empty buzzed against her thigh, leaving her pussy clenching on nothing. Frustration hit her like a slap. 'No! Please, don't stop!'

He set the dildo aside, standing up. His pants were tented, cock hard and straining. He unzipped slow, pulling it out—thick, veined, head leaking pre-cum. Lou's mouth watered, eyes locked on it. Dante stepped to her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair. He tilted her head back over the table edge. 'Open wide.'

She did, lips parting. He thrust in rough, no warning. His cock filled her mouth, sliding over her tongue to the back of her throat. Lou gagged, eyes watering, but she sucked hard. He face-fucked her steady, hips pumping. In and out, deep each time. Saliva built up, dripping from her lips down her chin and neck. His balls slapped her forehead lightly.

The roughness made her throat ache, burn even, but she loved it—serving him, being used. Tears streamed, mixing with spit. Her pussy throbbed emptier than ever, clit pulsing. The clamps tugged with each gag, pain layering on.

Dante groaned, pace quickening. 'Good slut, take it.' He held her head still, fucking harder. Lou swirled her tongue when she could, hollowing her cheeks. After long minutes, he pulled out with a pop. His cock glistened, twitching. Lou coughed, gasping air, face a mess of tears and drool.

But she looked up at him, eyes pleading. 'Master... I need you in my pussy. Fuck me hard. Make me squirt for you. Please, I'm begging.' Her voice cracked, raw from the throat-fucking. Need dripped from every word.

Dante nodded, moving back between her legs. He lined up his cock, rubbing the head along her soaked slit. Then, with one brutal slam, he buried himself deep. Lou screamed, pleasure exploding. Her pussy stretched around him, walls gripping tight. He didn't ease in—thrusts came hard and fast, shaking the whole table. Wood creaked under them.

Each pound hit her sore ass, reigniting the whip's sting. The harness straps rubbed her skin raw in the best way. Her clamped nipples bounced, chain swinging, pain spiking pleasure. Wet slaps filled the room, her juices squirting a little with each deep hit.

'Harder!' she cried. Dante gripped her hips, bruising, pulling her onto him. The angle let him grind her clit with his base. Pressure built wild, coiling tight. Lou's body tensed, ropes straining. 'I'm cumming! Oh fuck!'

Her orgasm crashed hard. Pussy clenched, then gushed—hot squirt spraying out around his cock. It soaked his thighs, the table, splashing to the floor in a big puddle. She shook, vision spotting, waves rolling through her.

Dante kept thrusting through it, grunting. Her squirt made it slicker, louder. Soon, he pulled out, stroking fast. Cum shot in thick ropes, painting her inner thighs white. Hot and sticky, it dripped down.

They collapsed—him leaning over her, breathing heavy. Lou's body hummed with aftershocks, pussy twitching. The harness felt like a warm hug now, grounding her. Dante reached up, carefully removing the clamps. Blood rushed back, pins and needles mixing with relief. He kissed each nipple soft, soothing.

He untied her slow, massaging wrists and ankles. They sat together on the table edge, her head on his shoulder. 'You did so good,' he whispered. Lou smiled, spent and happy.

But days blurred after that, each one pulling them back to the room. Their scenes repeated but grew. The whipping started harder sometimes—Dante aiming for deeper red on her ass, welts rising like badges. Lou's skin adapted, taking the strikes with moans instead of just cries. Her pussy wet the table before the first hit now.

Clamps bit fiercer; he added twists, making her yelp louder. The pain radiated straight to her core, turning ache to fire. Dildo teases stretched longer—he'd edge her three, four times, pulling out each build-up. 

Her begs turned frantic, voice hoarse: 'Fill me, Master! I can't take it!'

One afternoon, he varied with ice. When her skin was ready, Dante took ice cubes from a bowl on the table. Water drops sat on the bowl. He held one cube. The cold went into his fingers. He put it on the hot skin between her cheeks. The change shocked her. Lou took a quick breath. Her body got tight. The ice moved down her crack. It melted and mixed with the warm from her skin. Bumps rose on her legs and back. Her muscles shook hard. He stayed there. He moved the cube around her tight hole. Then he let it go lower. It touched the edges of her wet pussy lips.