She tries her best, but her body is too on edge. She needs a distraction. So with my other hand, I find her clit and begin drawing circles over it. It has her moaning as her body withers against me.
I keep my fingers at her rear steady as she begins to thrust her hips, my fingers sliding into her as she does so.
That only drives her wilder. Between the slight pain she’s come to love and the pleasure, she’s teetering on the edge of coming.
I can’t allow that yet, though. I need this orgasm to release her tension, meaning I need her to feel like a tightrope ready to snap.
So, moving my fingers from her clit, I continue to work her ass.
“Kenji, don’t torture me. I can’t handle it.”
Leaning over her back, I press a kiss to her shoulder as I continue to work her ass.
“You can handle it. Unless you need to use your safe word?” I ask.
She hesitates, making me stop my movements. Then she groans, “No. No safe word.”
“Okay then. Take it.”
I continue my ministrations, adding fingers until she’s taking three fingers deep inside of her.
“Are you ready for more?” I ask her.
“Yes. Please.” She cries out as I scissor my fingers.
“I’m going to put something bigger than my fingers here. You’re going to take all of it, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’ll take whatever you give me,” She admits.
I already know she will. She always does. She was made for me.
Picking up the final item, I smile at it. A vibrating butt plug. It’s bigger than the last one I used on her, but I have faith she can take it. We’ve been training her ass for a long time now, building up to this.
I want her to know what it feels like to be filled so fully on both ends. Not that I could ever share her, so a toy is what she gets.
Lubing up the toy, I begin to slowly push it in, pulling it back out before repeating it. It takes several minutes, but once it’s finally inside of her, I caress her back.
“You are doing so well. Your ass looks amazing filled to the brim. How does it feel?”
She’s panting at this point. “Good. Full. God, I need more.”
“Not God, my love,” I remind her. “I’ll be right back. You better not come while I’m gone.”
“No. Please don’t leave me like this,” she cries out.
I ignore her, turning on the plug to its lowest setting as I walk back to the bathroom.
After another hand wash, I stand at the entrance to the living room, watching my wife struggle to hold her composure with the vibrating plug in her ass. She’s moving in her restraints, her body unable to handle the pleasure being given to it.
Moving to the front of her, I grab her chin, lifting her head to look at me. She’s drooling, her eyes glazed from the pleasure.
“Did you come?” I ask her.
“No, sir. I want to. Please.” She is a mindless mess.
Just how I want her. I don’t want her thinking about anything but the pleasure I can give her.
Stripping quickly, I step back in front of her. “Suck my dick good, and I’ll give you the orgasm I’ve been denying you.”
