“I assumed but I just wanted to be sure. This can be a lot more powerful than my fingers. I’m going to make you come for me over and over until it hurts. This will be your punishment. That pleasure can lead to pain. I am doing this so you learn your lesson. Never cuss at me. And never put yourself in danger like you did today. Is that understood?”
“Yes.” I blink back tears. Knowing he’s going to hurt me through pleasure is making my body do strange things. I’m both excited and terrified.
“Good. Now, relax and feel.” He turns the vibrator on and the sound of it makes me flinch. “Relax, baby.” His hand touches my stomach, easing me down into the bed.
“Mikhail,” I whisper, pulling on my ties.
“Stay still for me. I know you can do it.”
I force my body to stop moving. Once I do, he brings the vibrator between my legs but doesn’t touch me. I can feel the vibrations of it even from a distance.
“Mikhail,” I whine, though I’m not fully sure what I’m whining for. Whining for him to not hurt me? Or whining for him to start?
His eyes lock with mine right as he brings the vibrator to my nub. My hips arch up without me even thinking about it. The sensation of it is intense. Much more intense than his fingers.
He moves the vibrator around my clit, putting pressure and easing off over and over again. I begin to whimper. It’s already too much. Too strong. It doesn’t exactly feel good and yet, it also feels amazing.
“Mikhail.” I can’t help but tug at my wrist ties again.
“You have a beautiful body, baby,” he murmurs, running the vibrator all along my vulva, from my nub to my folds to my entrance. My hips keep bucking up, like I’m trying to get away from the feeling while also trying to get closer to it.
“Mikhail.”
“I love hearing you say my name, even though you are whining it.”
“It’s too much.”
“It’s a punishment, baby. What did you expect?” He presses the vibrator down hard on my nub. An intense flare of arousal runs through me. I can feel my wetness seeping out of me and coating my inner thighs.
“Please.”
“I won’t stop. Not until you come.”
But I’m not sure how I can come when it hurts so much.
Mikhail is silent as he runs it over and over and over my vulva. I can tell my nub is swollen and sensitive. It’s too much, much, much…
I gasp when my orgasm wracks through my body. My hips roll around, seeking more friction. Mikhail presses down harder with the vibrator until my body stops trembling.
He pulls it back and turns it off. “How do you feel?”
I sigh. “Tired. Spent.”
“Good. Again.” He turns the vibrator back on and presses it to my nub. I practically cry out from the pain of it, yet the pleasure is so good. It’s all confusing.
“What are you doing to me?” I whine, whipping my head around.
“You’re a ballerina, baby. You’re used to working through pain to achieve your desired outcome. You like the pain. Don’t tell me you don’t.”
“Please.”
“Come for me again and this will end. I promise you that and you’ll be forgiven for how you acted.”
A sob escapes my lips as tears leave the corner of my eyes. “Mikhail.” I pull at my ties but it’s useless. I’m not going anywhere.
“You know what you need to do, baby. So do it.”
His forceful command sends shivers straight to my core. I know I need to let go. I need to fully trust him to take care of me.
