Page 71 of Breaking Vincent

I wait for David to nod and then I twirl around and make sure to sway my hips as I walk out of the room.

After the quickest shower possible, I walk back into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around my hips. David isn’t sitting where I left him, so I turn back around and head to the bedroom. He’s not here either.

Realisation dawns on me and I rush to the playroom. The door is wide open and I find David sitting on the queening chair, his foot crossed over his knee as he taps his fingers in a steady beat.

“Come in, Tesoro.”

I walk until I’m standing right in front of him.

“I promised you an intense night of play and I feel like you’ve waited long enough for it. You’re getting desperate for it, aren’t you?” I nod my head. “And don’t think I’ve not noticed your attempts to get me to do it sooner, but that’s not how things work with us, is it Tesoro?”

I shrug my shoulders.

David clicks his tongue. “Even though you hold all the power, I’m the one who’s in charge. You know that don’t you?”

Nodding my head, I wait for him to tell me what happens now.

“I wanted to see how far I could push you, how many blissfully sweet orgasms I could pull out of you. Now, things have changed. I’m going to wring you dry, Tesoro. Don’t get me wrong, you’ll like it, maybe even love it, but then it’s going to hurt. You’re going to cry and beg me to stop, but remember you asked me for this and when it’s all done and you’re on the edge of blacking out, you’re going to thank me.”

David tilts his head towards the table that sits in the corner. The top is covered by a squishy plastic mattress, easier to clean up fluids, but still comfortable enough to not hurt your body.

“Towel off and lay on your front.”

I take my towel off and fold it up before placing it on the floor. Climbing up onto the table, I lay down and wait.

“Put your ass up in the air, you can have your arms in whatever position is most comfortable.”

I get up on my knees and fold my arms under my head. Goosebumps spreading over my skin when I feel his fingers trail up the back of my legs.

“Are you cold, Vincent?”

“No,mi maestro,” my voice shakes with pent-up nerves. I’m not scared, if anything I’m really fucking excited and I know I’ll be regretting it soon enough, but for now, I’m happily buzzing.”

“I know our usual rules are for you to stay silent during our scenes, but for this one I need you to be as vocal as possible. I’m not going to purposefully hurt you, but you need to speak up if something is wrong. Do you understand?”

I look over my shoulder and see the stern expression on his face. I can spot the lust burning in his coffee-coloured eyes, but I can also see the seriousness shining through. And I get it, as much as I like to act out, I understand the need for honest communication in a time like this.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good boy. I’m going to use some lube and start loosening you up.”

A couple of seconds later, I feel the cold liquid dribbling down my crack. David’s finger quickly takes the coolness away as he starts to push inside. I let my shoulders relax and smash my face against the side of the table.

One finger turns into two and a short time later a third is added. I bear down and he easily slips inside.

“Are you feeling ok?” David questions.

“Mmm yeah, it’s nice.”

We stay like this for quite some time. My eyes fall close as David rocks his fingers in and out. When he pulls out, I can’t stop the whine falling from my lips.

David shushes me and stokes his fingers down my back. “I’m just going to grab something, I want you to keep your eyes shut and relax, ok?”

Nodding my head, I wait for him to come back.

A moment later David says, “I’ve got some rope and cuffs, I’m going to move your arms and legs into the position I want.”

Warm hands wrap around my arms and move them behind my back, a second later I feel the coolness of the metal clicking around my wrists. Next, my feet are lifted up towards my ass and David ties the rope around my ankles.