Richard's Reign (Book 6): Enthrall Novella #3 (Enthrall Sessions) by Vanessa Fewings Page B
Authors: Vanessa Fewings
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head that could deliver four intensity levels.
With a flick I had it at the max.
I stood before her and with a firm swing I pushed her away from me and she went flying off. When she returned to my side, I lowered the vibe and rested in on her clit, letting it buzz forcefully against her. Her eyes went wide with surprise, her body shuddering, breasts shaking, her nipples hard and yearning.
She let out a long groan. “Oh, yes, yes.”
I shoved her away and she spun, gravity soon bringing her back.
I pressed the vibrator to her sex again and she tilted her hips, rocking toward it, riding the rounded head against her clit, her thighs soaked now.
I let her settle there for a while.
This sweet sub frantically pressed her clit against the vibrator’s head, shuddering with tranced-out bliss.
“Is that nice?” I said.
She stuttered an inaudible answer.
Again using the rope above her for leverage, I shoved her away. Andrea’s eyelids lowered, her stare glazed over in sub-space - having completely surrendered to pleasure.
She was close to coming again.
Another shove and she swung wide.
“You’ve been a very good girl,” I said.
She nodded aggressively. Her bravery for enduring this tease was so impressive I knew holding off any longer could cause her to pass out - her need was so raw, primal.
I stilled the rope and pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit, rubbing it up and down her sex. I leaned in to suckle on one of her pert nipples. She shuddered violently, her hips rocking, her sex riding the vibrator, her erotic cries filling the room.
Suspended there, I forced her through another climax.
She whimpered through the pleasure, her limbs weak and her sex seemingly sensitive from yet another orgasm.
“Mercy, sir,” she burst out.
“That’s not your safe word?”
“Glass, it’s glass!”
I lifted the vibrator and kissed her forehead.
She looked up at me. “How is it possible?”
“How is what possible?”
“You know my body so well?”
“We’re still in session.”
She looked ecstatic.
I carried the vibrator back to the table. Gently, I eased out the Venus balls, too, and she squirmed at my touch.
Andrea’s arousal was still at fever-pitch, her thirst unquenchable. I marveled at her stamina and how it matched mine so well.
I could do this to her all night.
Freeing her from the rope, I lifted her and carried her out of there, along the hallway and up the central staircase. We made our way along another hallway and I nudged open a door with my back, carrying Andrea inside.
A four-poster bed rested in the center of the room. The vaulted ceiling was startlingly high.
She gasped her surprise.
Twenty or so bouquets of flowers surrounded us here and there, an array of color and floral scents intermingling - roses, lilies and sunflowers. This dreamy décor leant an ethereal air to the room, one that suited Andrea’s femininity.
She lifted her head to better look at me.
“I can be romantic,” I said.
“Is this your way of bringing me down slowly?”
“Oh, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “There’s no coming down slowly with me.”
In the corner, secured to the ceiling by a single chain, hung a sex swing. I carried Andrea over and she settled into it, her legs spread wide and her feet resting on the material stirrups. She eased her wrists through the straps. With a nudge I spread her thighs even wider.
She watched me undress. I threw my pants and shirt on the back of a chair.
Her gaze was drinking in my well-toned form, her focus resting on my erection. She licked her lips.
From out of the top drawer of the dresser, I ripped open the small packet and removed the toy - sliding on the vibrating cock ring.
Making my way over to her, I said, “From this angle I get to fuck you as hard as I like.” I leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “Are you ready?”
Andrea gave a nod, her interest in that sex toy strapped to my hard-on causing her to blink cautiously at it.
“It’s
With a flick I had it at the max.
I stood before her and with a firm swing I pushed her away from me and she went flying off. When she returned to my side, I lowered the vibe and rested in on her clit, letting it buzz forcefully against her. Her eyes went wide with surprise, her body shuddering, breasts shaking, her nipples hard and yearning.
She let out a long groan. “Oh, yes, yes.”
I shoved her away and she spun, gravity soon bringing her back.
I pressed the vibrator to her sex again and she tilted her hips, rocking toward it, riding the rounded head against her clit, her thighs soaked now.
I let her settle there for a while.
This sweet sub frantically pressed her clit against the vibrator’s head, shuddering with tranced-out bliss.
“Is that nice?” I said.
She stuttered an inaudible answer.
Again using the rope above her for leverage, I shoved her away. Andrea’s eyelids lowered, her stare glazed over in sub-space - having completely surrendered to pleasure.
She was close to coming again.
Another shove and she swung wide.
“You’ve been a very good girl,” I said.
She nodded aggressively. Her bravery for enduring this tease was so impressive I knew holding off any longer could cause her to pass out - her need was so raw, primal.
I stilled the rope and pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit, rubbing it up and down her sex. I leaned in to suckle on one of her pert nipples. She shuddered violently, her hips rocking, her sex riding the vibrator, her erotic cries filling the room.
Suspended there, I forced her through another climax.
She whimpered through the pleasure, her limbs weak and her sex seemingly sensitive from yet another orgasm.
“Mercy, sir,” she burst out.
“That’s not your safe word?”
“Glass, it’s glass!”
I lifted the vibrator and kissed her forehead.
She looked up at me. “How is it possible?”
“How is what possible?”
“You know my body so well?”
“We’re still in session.”
She looked ecstatic.
I carried the vibrator back to the table. Gently, I eased out the Venus balls, too, and she squirmed at my touch.
Andrea’s arousal was still at fever-pitch, her thirst unquenchable. I marveled at her stamina and how it matched mine so well.
I could do this to her all night.
Freeing her from the rope, I lifted her and carried her out of there, along the hallway and up the central staircase. We made our way along another hallway and I nudged open a door with my back, carrying Andrea inside.
A four-poster bed rested in the center of the room. The vaulted ceiling was startlingly high.
She gasped her surprise.
Twenty or so bouquets of flowers surrounded us here and there, an array of color and floral scents intermingling - roses, lilies and sunflowers. This dreamy décor leant an ethereal air to the room, one that suited Andrea’s femininity.
She lifted her head to better look at me.
“I can be romantic,” I said.
“Is this your way of bringing me down slowly?”
“Oh, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “There’s no coming down slowly with me.”
In the corner, secured to the ceiling by a single chain, hung a sex swing. I carried Andrea over and she settled into it, her legs spread wide and her feet resting on the material stirrups. She eased her wrists through the straps. With a nudge I spread her thighs even wider.
She watched me undress. I threw my pants and shirt on the back of a chair.
Her gaze was drinking in my well-toned form, her focus resting on my erection. She licked her lips.
From out of the top drawer of the dresser, I ripped open the small packet and removed the toy - sliding on the vibrating cock ring.
Making my way over to her, I said, “From this angle I get to fuck you as hard as I like.” I leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “Are you ready?”
Andrea gave a nod, her interest in that sex toy strapped to my hard-on causing her to blink cautiously at it.
“It’s
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