Page 74 of Breaking Vincent
“I need to cum.”
David puts his phone away and says, “Then cum, I’m not stopping you.”
I clench and rock my hips, but it’s not enough. Droplets of sweat are pouring down my face and I’m panting through harsh breaths. “Help me, please.”
With my head tilted back, my chest is fully exposed and David’s hands reach out and pinch on my nipples, switching between soft and hard touches. “Come on, Vincent. I want to see you explode.”
He digs his nails in and that sharp bite of pain finally throws me over the edge. I scream as I fling my head back, arching my spine as I clench around the hook.
David
I knew he would enjoy this. I watch in amazement as his mouth opens in a loud blissful scream, his body shaking through the bliss.
But I’m not done yet, and neither is he.
Vincent’s been hog-tied for a while now, and his limbs are probably starting to go numb. I untie his ankles and wrists and help him lie flat. Massaging his arms and legs as I say, “You feeling ok, Tesoro?”
“Umh, yeah. It’s good.” His eyes are closed and there’s a blissed out look on his face.
“I’m going to leave you hooked up, but I want you to be more comfortable for this next part.”
Vincent nods his head, but then groans when it causes the hook to shift.
Dropping my knees at the side of the table, I open the side compartment and reach inside to grab the toy I hid in there while Vincent was showering. Standing back up, I pick up the bottle of lube and squirt a good amount inside the fully charged fleshlight.
I dip back down and get to work on unlatching parts of the table so I can fish his cock through the small gap. I had this table custom made, as I wanted it to replicate a multi-use glory hole.
Vincent groans when he feels my hands wrapped around his cock. “What are you doing under there?”
“You’ll see.”
I guide his soft cock inside the fleshlight. It won’t take long for his cock to fill back up and I can’t wait to see how many more times I can make him cum.
When I stand back up, I ask, “How do you feel about forced orgasms?”
His eyes fling open as his mouth gapes wide. “Uh, I don’t know?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Well, I really enjoy watching them. You’ve came twice already and I want a couple more. Remember you have your safe words.”
He looks panicked as he watches me squat down and turn the fleshlight on. I’ve put it on a high-powered mode and the way he squeals makes me laugh.
“Oh God. Oh God. You motherfucker!”
I lean my elbows on the table next to his head, resting my chin in my clasped hands. “Hmm, now that’s not a very nice thing to say when I’m treating you to all this pleasure, is it?”
He opens his mouth to no doubt hurl more insults at me. Unfortunately, his words are cut short when his eyes roll to the back of his head as an orgasm wracks through him.
Skin damp with sweat and cheeks clenched as he rides out the waves of passion. There’s nothing I enjoy more than watching Vincent like this, but I want to take it further. I want him to cry and plea for it to stop, and I don’t think it’ll take long for him to get there.
“And that’s number three. Are you ready for more?” I ask as I stroke my palm down his sweaty back.
“I d-don’t think I can go again.” His voice is strained as he looks up at me.
“So that’s it then? You know, I expected more from you, Tesoro. I wanted this night to end with tears streaming down your face, but if you're not up for it…” I shrug my shoulders.
I know how badly Vincent wants to impress me, even though him simply being here is better than anything I could have ever wished for. If he senses my doubt in him, he’ll feel the tinge of humiliation that I know he craves.
I realise the fleshlight is still jerking him, but when I reach out to turn it off, he stops me. “You’ll be proud if I can go again?”