Months later . . . Magic, part II

He shut the door behind us and pushed me against it, pulling my shirt over my head and kissing me roughly while I, pinned so tightly I could scarcely move, attempted to kick off my shoes. He pushed my skirt down off of my hips, and dug his nails in, a little reminder of earlier. "Upstairs," he said. I hurried upstairs.

I perched on the bed, smiling up at him, ankles crossed, knees demurely pressed together. It's hard to be ladylike when I'm naked, heart thumping hard in my chest, ready to spring and pounce and take what I want, but I needed to be patient. He had plans for me.

He grabbed me by the nipple and twisted, and my composure went to pieces. I squirmed and whimpered and opened my legs, pressing up toward him with my hips. "Sit up," he told me, and I took a deep breath, made myself wait and offer my hands and ankles for the cuffs. The chain collar came last, comfortably heavy around my kneck. He turned me around and put me on my knees on the bed, attaching the wrist cuffs to the ankle cuffs between my legs.

"Um. May I have a pillow, please?" I asked. I lifted my head from where it was pressed agains the comforter, and he tucked one under. "Thank you."

I closed my eyes and listened to him moving around the room. Soon he was standing behind me, nudging my legs further apart with his knee. He parted my labia with his fingers and slid something cool and slick inside. I pressed back against it -- the Hitachi wand, of course -- and groaned as it pressed just so inside me. He flipped the switch and I gasped.

I was half-incoherent already when the flogger's tails first landed on me. He hit my back and shoulders for a while, pausing every now and then to manipulate the wand, pressing it deeper or tilting it to make me moan and squirm. I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking it breathlessly, startled by how good it felt inside me. The sting of the flogger made me yelp, then laugh. He switched to beating my ass and I was gripping the comforter, making deep-inside moaning sounds.

Then he stopped flogging me. He gripped the wand and worked it in and out, grabbing my hip with his other hand. It brushed against that place again and I couldn't think. He was using it to fuck me bruisingly hard. I tried to hold back the little whine of desire and it escaped anyway. He slowed it down, tilted the wand up and then down again, and I went quiet. It was all I could do to breathe, in and out, deep breaths, taking in air suddenly a conscious task instead of a reflex. The wand was buzzing so sweet, so perfect inside of me, angled just right, and I shook, my legs and my hips and my elbows on the bed trembling and a little oh coming unbidden to my lips.

When he turned the wand off, I wanted to collapse, but I couldn't the way I was bound. I flopped awkwardly on my side, taking a second to form words. "I think I just came," I said.

"Oh, really?" I wasn't watching his face, but I knew the arch of his eyebrow, the faintest smirk.

"I've never come from penetration. I didn't know I could, so I wasn't expecting it, so I don't think I ought to be in trouble for it."

He laughed, ruffled my hair with his long fingers. "I'll take that into consideration."

I got a spanking later, but it was made very clear that it was just for fun.