Van walked in with a big brown bag.

I assumed it was groceries, or since it was Friday night, possibly a six-pack. Turned out I was wrong on both counts.

“I got you something,” he said. When he smiled, a prickle raced along my scalp. I knew that smile. That was “a smile that told me to be both excited and wary.

“What is it?”

He set the bag on the counter and walked to the fridge. I flipped the steak in the cast-iron skillet, but my eyes stayed glued to the bag.

“Why don’t you look?” he asked, opening a bottle of white wine and pouring out two glasses. I studied the smirk on his face and then returned my eyes to the bag, wondering.

“When I’m done,” I said.

“Aw, let me help.” He nudged me out of the way and took over the steak. He gave a pointed nod to the bag on the counter and said, “Go.”

I moved slowly, as if my feet were encased in cement. But on the inside my heart fluttered, and I felt a growing wetness between my thighs. Whatever was in the bag would be an adventure. And it would test me. That much I knew.

I unrolled the bag and then reached inside without looking. A long package. Could have been anything. I heard Van chuckle and then the sizzle and hiss as he flipped the steak again.

“Don’t be shy. Look at it.”

I smiled and pulled the box free. My knees went a little weak. It was a high-powered wand vibrator. One we’d watched a video of the week before. I’d marveled, “Those things are too powerful. I’d never survive one.”

Apparently, the goal was for me to survive one.

“I bought it just for you. And we’re going to prove you can definitely handle one. Right after dinner.”

I put the box back in the bag and helped him set the table. Dinner was slow, and I barely ate. Van, of course, made sure to take his time, compliment the meal, and make it clear how much he enjoyed every morsel. The act was designed to make me suffer and squirm.

It worked.

When he held out a hand to me I took it. The table wasn’t cleared and I’d barely eaten, but taking his hand wasn’t an option. It was when I stood that I realized how wet my panties had become.

“Hurry up the stairs. You look like you might shatter from anticipation.”

I walked up on numb legs with Van close behind me. At the top of the steps, he snagged me around the waist and pulled me back against his body. His cock was hard and pressed to my asscrack; his warm lips came down on the back of my neck.

I relaxed into him, and that was my mistake. There was a barely muffled crack as he delivered a smack to my ass through my jeans.

“Get in there.”

I went into the bedroom and let him undress me. I stood still and felt a shiver work up the back of my legs as he removed my clothing.

“Get on the bed, love.”

I dropped to the mattress, and he stared down at me, dark gray eyes stormy with lust. His big cock tented his trousers, and I wanted to reach out and touch it but didn’t. We were fully in a place of “do what you are told and nothing else.”

He went to the walk-in closet, and my eyes tracked him, though my body stayed still. He came out of the closet with two lengths of rope.

“Knees up, high as you can.”

I had a good idea of what he had in mind. The thought of being exposed, at his mercy and that of the high-powered wand, was terrifying and beautiful and intoxicating. I put my knees up high and felt more moisture escape my shameless cunt.

He bound my left leg first, winding the rough rope around my leg as he tethered my thigh to my calf so I couldn’t straighten my leg. Then he repeated the same move on the other side. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Utterly exposed to him. My arousal completely visible for him to see.

He slipped a finger inside me, and my body tightened. I was anxious; I wouldn’t lie. But I was also wetter than wet.

“You need to relax, love. It’s a harmless little toy. I know your body. I’ll only push you as far as you’re capable of being pushed.”

I nodded along with his words as he thrust his finger deep inside me and then withdrew it slowly, before thrusting in again. He knelt by the side of the bed and hauled me forward until my hips were level with the edge of the mattress. Then he put his mouth on me, giving me a few swift swipes of his tongue, but not enough to get me off. Just enough to make me whimper.

“Oops,” Van said, winking at me. “We forgot the present. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Then he laughed at his own joke.

I sobbed desperately because all I wanted to do was to use my fingers and get myself off as I lay there spread and bound. But that was a no-no, so I gripped the soft bedding in my fists instead.

I heard Van’s footsteps on the stairs, and my heart thumped. He walked into the room with the wand. “I gave it a quick clean, and it’s ready to roll. Are you, doll face?”

I didn’t know what to say. Part of me was and part of me wasn’t. He knelt to look at my cunt, staring directly at the part of me that was definitely ready.

“I’d say yes. The rest is just mental.” He plugged in the wand and hit its switch. The instrument was on the lowest setting. To my nervous ears, it still sounded like a buzz saw. My body bucked involuntarily, and he laughed. “Just breathe. Or better yet. Don’t.”

He put the wand on the bed for a moment, and I felt its strong vibration shudder through the mattress. Van took off his jeans and then his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, big, hard, and ready.

He got up on the bed next to me, his dick level with my mouth, and said, “Open.” But my mouth had sprung open before he’d even spoken.

He played his cockhead along my lips like he was applying lip gloss. He picked up the wand and pressed it to my mound. Just enough so that I felt the vibrations rocket through my body. I moaned and sucked his cock to distract myself from the wand’s intensity. I slipped my lips along his shaft as he thrust down into my mouth and throat.

The act cut off my air, shut off my anxiety, and then he was touching — just barely — the wand’s head to my clit. I jumped, but the pleasure that slammed me fast and hard was very real and very intense.

“That’s my girl. See, not so bad. Suck my cock. Breathe. Focus… ”

I did. My thighs and ass ached from being bound, my hands itched to move and grasp and hold him. But I stayed there like a good girl, letting him fuck my mouth, letting him slowly but surely apply the head of the high-speed wand to my delicate pussy so that pleasure and vibrations tore through me at lightning speed.

“I want you to come the moment you feel your orgasm creeping up on you.”

That was an unusual spin, and I nodded my agreement as he fucked my mouth. He pushed the wand down a little more so that it was on my clit. Direct contact. I inhaled and tried to breathe. The vibrations worked through my hips and my belly, shaking my insides.

He reached down and pinched my nipple — hard. I sobbed. He pushed the wand more forcefully against me and drove into my throat, and when I came, the sound was stifled by his dick.

The rumbling wand hit the floor, and he pulled out of my mouth. He slid me to the middle of the bed, insinuated himself between my thighs and drove into me. His dark eyes now looking even darker.

“See that, you survived. You survived. You came. Hard, might I add. And now, now I get to fuck you within an inch of your life.”

He drove into me over and over again, and my pussy greedily milked him. I came with another shout because he hadn’t told me I couldn’t. Van growled. “I love that fucking sound,” he said, climaxing a split second later.

He nuzzled my neck, and I felt him start to work the knot near my thigh to free me. “Next time,” he said, biting me hard enough to make me hiss, “we turn it up to the next level.”

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