My hips undulate against the vibrator. Mikhail presses it down harder against my nub. The sensation is not a pleasant one because the vibrator is too intense but it also fills me with so much pleasure, I almost black out.
“Come for me,” he commands.
My hips buck up once more before my release washes over me again. I tremble, even harder this time. My legs flop to the side, despite the ties around my ankles.
“I can’t take anymore,” I gasp out. “Please.”
“Ok, baby. You’ve had enough.” He shuts the vibrator off and places it on the table. It’s still too close for my liking.
He sits back and eyes me over. “You are fucking delectable when you look like this. Tied to my bed. Tired after multiple orgasms. You look perfect.”
“Mikhail,” I whine again, though I’m not sure for what.
“I need you to do one more thing for me, baby. Before I untie you.” He props a pillow under my hips, lifting the spot between my legs closer to his face. He places his hands on my stomach, fanning them out, and running them over my skin. It feels so nice after the intensity of the vibrator. “Do you like my touch more or the vibrators?”
“Yours,” I don’t hesitate to say.
“Good girl. Why?”
“Because your touch is human. The vibrator just… isn’t the same.”
He brings his palm down between my legs and cups me. I gasp. “You’re still wet, baby. So swollen. You’re little clit is tired, isn’t it?”
I nod.
“I can’t wait until I put my cock in you here,” he says, flicking his finger against my opening. My hips move up on instinct.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, running his fingers along my vulva. It’s much more pleasurable after what he just did to me. “One more thing for tonight. You’re going to come for me again but this time, it will be by my hand.”
“I’m not sure I can do it.”
“Yes, you can. I know you can. You’re still holding on to some stress. I need you to let it go. I need you to fully trust me to take care of you. To help you.”
I want so desperately for him to but it’s hard to trust. It’s hard when I’ve had to be the strong one for my sisters for so many years.
He rubs his palm against me. The sensation of his hand on me after the vibrator instantly makes me feel better. More warm. More natural. More intimate.
I gasp and pull at my ties, desperate to get closer to him. I’ve never seen Mikhail naked like he has seen me. I’ve never touched him like he has touched me.
“Mikhail,” I gasp out as my hips rock back and forth against his hand.
“Let go, baby. Let go.”
He presses his palm harder against my clit, giving me the friction I need.
I can’t hold it back any longer.
“Oh,” I gasp out as my third and last orgasm of the night hits me. It’s not as intense as the first two but its much better because it’s Mikhail’s hand giving it to me; not a sex toy.
He pulls his hand away with a smile. “You did good tonight. I’m proud of you.”
I sink into the mattress after he removes the ties from around my wrists and ankles. I don’t have any energy left. I’m not as stressed as I once was about my sisters. The worry is still there of course. No matter what Mikhail does, nothing will ever fully take it away.
But I’m not as scared. I can think more clearly now.
Mikhail slides into the bed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “You are mine. Never put yourself in danger like that again.”
“Just promise me you’ll find a way to save my sisters.”
