Chapter 8

I feel the flinch that runs through my little lover’s body even over the vibration of my toy, and the shiver it sends through me is a delightful bubble-burst to top off my most recent orgasm. I grind my hips down into her pelvis once more before lifting myself off on somewhat wobbly legs (maybe that orgasm was better than I thought!) and squeeze the pressure switch to cut off the vibration. With the sound of the vibration gone the gasps from my young friend seem loud, but they are still well muffled by the ball gag and the ongoing hammering on the roof. I glance at the clock: 1:43. I doubt the rain will last much longer, even after such a humid day.

I turn back to my young charge, grinning as I lean over her again and run the tip of my tongue around her mouth.

“You want me to take this out, hun?”

She nods emphatically

“You gonna keep quiet?” I say, taking finger and thumb down to her right nipple as a reminder. A flinch, and another rapid nod.

I remove the gag, wiping it on the sheet and returning it to my fanny pack. I reach over and detach my toy from the harness, the smell of rubber and my arousal strong as it glistens wetly. I raise it up to her mouth, resting the tip of the shaft on her lips.

“You wanna taste my cervix, lover?” I grin. A shake of the head begins until she feels my fingers slide back to her nipple, and her tongue flicks out and touches the tip. No tears this time; I think she might have dried up.

“C’mon, darlin’, open wide”

Her mouth opens and I push the toy forward an inch or so, just forcing her to accommodate its full width.

“There, honey, you like the taste of that don’t you?”

She nods furiously, not even waiting for her tender nipple to be threatened. I push forward perhaps another half inch, her lovely brown eyes bulging but relaxing when I stop short of the point of choking her. The breath is coming hard and fast through her nose now, with the thick rubber stopping the air even more effectively than the ball gag. I love watching the nostrils of her little button nose flare as she gasps out the rhythm of her fear. With my spare hand I reach down and undo the straps from the harness, exposing my darling’s cute little kitty once more, the removal reviving once more the scents of damp leather and her forced arousal. I start to nudge back and forth with my toy, raising and lowering the threat of choking as I lower my hand to her crotch, finding that while my beauty may be all out of tears she has plenty of moisture elsewhere. I remove the toy briefly and replace it with my two wet fingers: