“Yes, sir. I am.” My clit throbbed. I wanted to touch it, grind against something. The scraping with the forks had awakened another set of nerve endings, and my skin tingled.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“I like it.”
“Good. Now keep fucking that cock and take the tines of the fork and dig them into your nipples.”
“Yes, sir.” Tentatively, I pressed the end of the fork into my nipples, which were hard as could be. The sensation was surprisingly good. It felt strange to stab my sensitive little buds, but pleasant in a thrillingly-perverse kind of way.
“Dig those forks into those nipples. Dig them in good!” His tone was intense. Forceful.
I did as he said, the combination of pleasure and pain coursing through my chest like a current of electricity.
“Now twist them.”
“What?”
“Dig them in and twist the forks, Sophie. Do it, girl!”
I complied, and as I twisted the forks, a bitingly-delicious feeling crept over me. “Ohhh!” I moaned. That combination of ouch and oooh was intoxicating.
“Now let go.”
Reluctantly I did so, but I wanted more. Gone was the anxiety I’d felt earlier. That had been replaced by pure lust. A sheen of perspiration glistened on my skin and I continued to ride my kinky homemade hobby horse.
“Slip a couple of elastic bands around your wrist.”
“Yes, sir.” Coming back to earth for a second, I hunted around on the bedspread for those elastic bands. I knew I’d put them somewhere on there. I hated to upset him by not having the materials at hand I was supposed to. Sliding them over my hands onto my wrists, I muttered, “Okay.”
“Pull the band back then let it go, snapping your wrist.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, snapping the elastics on the thin skin around my wrist.
“I said snap it. I want to hear it.”
“Sorry, sir.” Exhaling I pulled the band back farther and let it zing toward my wrist, making a louder “pop” and leaving my skin smarting.
“Good girl. Do that one at a time to each wrist five times for a total of ten times. After each one I want you to say, ‘Thank you, sir.’ ”
I steeled myself for the pain. “Yes, sir.” I snapped, then said, “Thank you, sir.” I did this nine more times. By the end, my wrists were noticeably stinging, but with the repetition I’d lulled myself into a dizzy state of resigned arousal. On one hand I wanted to play with myself, to climax, but that desire had been overtaken by my desire to carry out his instructions, to please him.
“Now sit down on the chair, with that cock buried deep inside you. Can you do that?”
I sank onto the pillow, still stuffed with the rubber dildo. “Mmm hmm.” Then I caught myself and quickly corrected my mistake. “I’m sorry. I mean yes, sir.”
“That’s better,” he said, acknowledging my faux pas. “Pick up one of the forks and scrape it across your little clit. In fact, use your other hand to pull back the skin around it. Let that little nub out to play.”
Something in my stomach lurched, and I swallowed hard. A tingling started in my shoulders that culminated in my hands starting to shake. Suddenly my mouth was dry as cotton. “Sir,” I managed but couldn’t get any further.
This was too much. That was going too far. I don’t know why that felt like a line not to cross, but he was asking me to expose myself in every conceivable way, and now he was asking me to literally peel back the layers of protection that led directly to my very core. To the most intimate part of my entire body and scrape it with a common eating utensil. Like I was some sort of animal in a lab experiment. All of a sudden I wanted to scurry away and disappear.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I might have wanted to run away, but I didn’t.
I considered hanging up. I could have pressed one button, disconnecting our conversation, and I’d never have to talk with MC again. It would be easy. I’d never run into him at the grocery store or at work. I could simply refuse to answer his emails, ignore his texts.
But the thought of that made my stomach lurch harder.
I’d never be able to do that.
In a weird way, he owned me. This man, whoever he was, had seen inside me, found the dirty little secrets that made me tick, and now he controlled me with them, taunted me with that knowledge.
Would these perverted acts he had me committing be considered as depraved in his world as they would be in mine? I doubted it. If my parents found out what I was doing, they might disown me. If the school I worked for discovered my kinky extracurricular activities, I’d lose my job, and I’d surely lose some of my friends, if not all.
“Sophie!” he barked, bringing me back to the situation at hand.
“Sorry, huh?”
“Scrape that clit!” He growled, and all my concerns flew from my mind. With a conscious effort I let go of my reservations and dragged the end of the fork across my shiny pink button as I held the skin back with my other hand.
It hurt, but not as much as I expected.
“Now, press it into your clit.”
I started to, but it was uncomfortable. “But…”
“Do it.”
I caught my breath. “Yes, sir.” I did it then let out a whimper.
My obedience was rewarded with a, “Good girl.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now tell me that you’re a greedy girl who needs her cunt fucked.”
“I’m a greedy girl, and I need my cunt fucked.”
“Spank that ass with your spatula and keep repeating that. I want to hear that thing when it lands on your skin. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
I swatted my ass, switching cheeks when one side got too painful, all the while repeating the mantra he’d given me. “I’m a greedy girl, and I need my cunt fucked.” It was robotic, but in the back of my mind it reduced me to a hungry slut with overwhelming carnal needs, and nothing else mattered. I got lost in the scene until the rest of the world disappeared, and it was only him, me, and my desire to come.
“Good girl. You may stop now.” This brought me back out of my self-spanking trance. “Take those wristbands and put them on.”
“Yes, sir.” I slipped them on, fearing what would come next.
“Now clamp the attached clothespins to your nipples.” I did as he asked and my breasts raged with a fiery pain that was both awful and yummy at the same time.
“Go lie on the bed now. Lie on your back and fuck yourself with your vibrator.”
“Oh. Yes, sir.” I hadn’t expected this, but I climbed on the bed, lay back and made myself comfortable.
“I want you to think about opening your mouth and taking me inside it. Suck on your fingers with your free hand. Start with your thumb. Use your tongue to work it, pretend it’s my cock and you’re very hungry for it.”
I inhaled and a shiver traveled over my body, my nipples cried out, and I closed my eyes. I imagined him kneeling above me, shoving his cock past my lips, down my throat. It made me so wet, I felt a surge of my juices trickle down my leg. When I used my wrist to fuck myself with my vibe, the attached string tugged at my nipple. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time. “Oh yes. I like that,” I moaned.
“That’s because you’re a greedy little cumslut, aren’t you?” His voice sounded more ragged than it had previously, and I pictured him sitting in a chair on the other side of the computer, stroking his cock while I thought about sucking it.
“Yes, sir. Are you going to fuck me?” I asked boldly. MC had never mentioned actually fucking—between the two of us—in our conversations. It was always me fucking my cunt with a toy. But he had asked me to pretend I was sucking him off. Why not pretend he was fucking me? Because that’s what I wanted. More than anything. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to experience his passion the way it came through over the internet in his emails, the way I heard it in his voice. I wanted to feel that coursing inside me.
“I haven’t decided yet. It depends on if you’re a good girl,” he said, toying with me.
That was okay. I was his. He could do with me whatever he liked.
At least during this session.
That was the agreement, right?