Charity's Warrior (44 page)

"Let me show you," Justin said, walking me to the wall. There is a flat screen in the middle of the room that he turns on by remote, and I am suddenly looking at myself. "The camera is motion sensing. It follows us wherever we go in here."

Are you freaking kidding me?

My legs feel wobbly and it has nothing to do with my injury or physical therapy.

I had enough looking, I wanted to start using. I slid my hand down his cock and gently squeeze his balls before running my fingers under them, ticking the little gap between them and his ass.

"What do you want to use first?" I asked.

He seemed hesitant.

"Something wrong?" I ask, suddenly feeling too naked. I took my hand back self-consciously. I feel like I've done something wrong.

"No!" he snapped, but there was, and can see it in his eyes. It wasn't anger—more like concern.

"If I'm going to play in here, acting like some of this stuff is not completely foreign and confusing to me—you can't hold back either," I said.

"You're right," he said. He walks me to the crazy chair and sits me down. "I'm worried," he says softly.

"About what?"

He shrugs his shoulders as if it should be obvious, and maybe it is. I am more than a little distracted. There are more sex things in here than I knew existed. I'm scared, and out of my mind turned on. I can't wait to start getting fucked. We have our own sex shop, and I'm in it with the most incredible lover I could imagine.

I feel like I've hit the lottery, and they're holding the check in my face while they look for a pen to sign it.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asks. "After what you went through, I'm terrified what will happen the first time you're…restrained. I don't think you were considering that, but you need to—
before
we try it."

He is absolutely right; I hadn't considered it at all. But now that I am, I still can't wait to have him between my legs. I think his hard cock waving in my face is making the decision for me.

"We're just going to have to try it. If I can't handle it, I'll let you know and we'll stop," I said, trying not to sound desperate. "Why don't you start be showing me what the hell this chair is?"

He laughs at me nervously.

"Give me your hand," he orders as he drops to the floor beside me. Justin is nervous, but I hear the animal in him, controlled and not liking it, ready to burst free.

I had no idea, but the chair has its own cuffs. Justin wraps one around my wrist, and then it clips to the metal rings.

Oh shit!
I get it now. The way it was shaped, he could lock me to it in nearly any position. My left arm is now secured above my head.

Justin waited, giving me a moment.

"Do my other hand," I said reassuringly. "I won't break, Justin. I really want to do this."

He grabbed another cuff and secured my wrist. My clit is screaming now, my pulse racing. It's been weeks, and I'm ready—I want to beg for him to stop. Once I'm locked in, all I can think about is cumming. There are no negative thoughts.

I know exactly what signal to give him.

I open my legs, spreading them wide, inviting him. The cold air in the room finds the wetness between them.

In his eyes I see it.

Message received!

There are two more restraints. Justin selects two rings that keep my legs wide. His chest is heaving with excitement.

I have just released the wild—I'd better be ready!

He storms off on a mission. I can see him on the screen as the camera follows his movement across the floor, back to the wall. His hands busily stuff themselves with items from the shelves.

I'm ready to be ravaged. Neither of us have anything to hold back any more. We are going to hurt each other in wonderful ways.

Justin drops his things beside the chair, keeping only a plastic bottle in his hands. The top flips open easily under his fingers and he aims it at me, standing over me like a king. Suddenly there's a stream of body oil spraying off my chest. He covers me in it, carelessly splashing it everywhere. I convulse briefly when the stream hits my clit. He closes it and tosses it to the floor, kneeling and straddling one of my legs. I feel his warm balls on my thigh. His hands are everywhere, spreading the oil, tweaking and rubbing my nipples, making me too slippery to hold on to. He finally sends a hand to my pussy. Two fingers hook deep into me, stroking my G-spot without any warning.

My screams echo in the room. I remember the camera and look at the screen. I see our own personal porn transpiring on the TV. The sight of his hand pumping in and out of my spread thighs is too much.

Justin pulls his fingers out and follows the wetness dripping to my ass. One of his fingers circles my anus and then penetrates it slightly, teasing me. Before I can offer any fake protest, he closes his mouth on mine. He wiggles his finger a few times and removes it.

He leaned toward his toys on the floor, where I can't see what he's doing, and came back with what looks like a riding whip for a horse jockey. He runs the stiff leather patch at the end between my legs, sliding it in the excess oil.

My heart races while I wonder if he will whip me with it, the anticipation stealing my breath.

Snap!

Yes, he was planning on using it! My inner thigh is stinging, and my juices are flowing.

I want more. And they come. The next one cracked me lightly right on my vulva.

"Oh, God!" I breathe.

Snap!

On my right nipple. The throb is thrilling. If I thought it was hard before, I don't know what to call it now. It puckered up solid with aching spasms that make my pussy pulse.

"Again!" I beg.

He whacked my other breast, the leather kissing the very tip.

"Oh fuck, I like that," I moaned, writhing on the chair.

"You're so damn sexy," he growls.

He kneels by my head and stuffs his cock in my mouth. There's still a hint of me on it from making love to me on his bed.

As I eagerly suck on him, he whips my thighs. Moans escape around his wet cock from my slobbering lips. Justin growls his approval, throwing his head back. What I see on the TV is something hot enough to make most people cum.

He pulls out before he gets too close to the edge, standing up again and scrounging for another toy.

I don't know what he came back with. It looks like an egg on a string. He dips it in a puddle of lubricant by my backside and then holds it to my clit. There are buttons on the device at the other end of the chord coming from the egg. I hear him click a button and suddenly my clit is vibrating with ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes!"

"You like that?" he asks, his voice is pure thrill.

"Yes. Oh God yeah."

He moved it between my labia and I feel a slight pressure as he pushes it in me. Its vibrations struggle for a moment, and then become a muffled
whir
once it is completely in. He clicks another button and the intensity tripled.

My G-spot is howling—and so am I.

He's standing over me again, now looking more like my owner holding my dog leash. He has the control. He keeps tension on the cord, keeping the egg right on target.

I don't know who trained him, but I want to kiss that person.

He slows it down.

"What are you doing?" I snap. "Don't stop."

He spiked it up for only a second. "Is that what you want? Is that how you like it?" he teased.

"Yes!"

"Beg me. I love hearing you beg. Tell me to turn it up," he orders. His voice turns me on, the way he commands me.

"Turn it up,
please
! I am begging you. Turn it up, make me cum."

He clicked it back to full power. My entire pussy is humming. I see him reach for another item. There's a paddle in his hand. He releases my left ankle from the chair, hooking his finger into the metal clip so he could direct my leg. He raises it straight up and twists me over a bit. The vibrator in me is pushed right into my G-spot.

WHACK!

The paddle exploded on my ass.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I scream uncontrollably.

I fix my eyes on him. The wild thrill on his face demands that I cum.

WHACK!

Christ! My orgasm starts.

Justin sees it on my face before I say a word. He tosses the paddle and throws my leg down. Suddenly my clit is in his mouth, tongue swirling and sucking. His face slips around my oiled vulva and I'm exploding.

"Cumming!"

"Cumming!"

"Cumming!"

Fireworks explode between my legs, and the release is incredible. As I contract, Justin slowly tugs the egg. I'm trying to bare down while the egg is forcing me open and vibrating along my swollen, erupting G-spot.

My screams are incoherent. This is another of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced. It's all I can do not to hump his face right off target. My one free limb is kicking the chair in spasms. The circles of his tongue are tortuously sensitive until I'm finally recovering.

My screams become moans, and Justin pulls the egg completely out of me.

I need a moment to revel in the aftermath, but I'm not given the chance. I'm still trying to control my hips and catch my breath when Justin frees me from the restraints and lifts me from the chair. He carries me to one of the harnesses.

"Stand here," he demands. "Hold the chain if you need support."

I grab the chain tightly in my hand, watching Justin throw two straps around each leg, one just above the knees, and the other near the top of my thighs. He slides my elbows through two wide, padded loops and secures my wrists to a metal bar that ran across the top.

"Put your weight on to your elbows and wrists—like you're going to pull yourself up."

As soon as my weight came off my legs, Justin grabbed the straps at my knees, connecting them to metal hooks right under my elbow straps.

Is he really expecting me to hold myself up like this!

"Relax your arms!" he barked.

I did as he said—slowly—and I find that I'm suspended perfectly, as if on a swing. Of course, this swing has all my warrior parts hanging in the air as fully exposed as they can be.

Justin stands back and admires me. His face is almost smug, definitely self-absorbed with pride. He has me right where he wants me.

But that's only because it's right where I want him to have me!

He gives me a slight turn. Behind me, he puts his face near mine and licks my neck.

Oh, that feels good.

"Touch me," I beg. "Please, I need to feel your hands on me."

He slides them down my chest from behind me, cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples. This time it's Justin that's getting worked up. His breath is heaving in bursts. The strength in his hands trembles while he works to control them.

He spins me back around and takes me by the hips. I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my vulva, sliding between my hot folds, and then he's in me. The sensation from the harness is much more than I expected. Justin's solid body is crashing into me, and he has to pull the chains back to keep me from floating away. When he moves slower, he's able to hold my face and kiss me and run his hands around my body.

Justin's orgasm begins. His cock slides in and out of my oiled pussy, making the chains rattle when we collide.

I forgot about the screen. When I find it, it's a rush of excitement. I can see us from the side. It's like watching some other couple fucking like animals. The muscles in his ass and back flex and ripple as he thrusts. His groans fill the room, and mine join him.