Opening my eyes, I stood up. Glancing back at the bed, the balls were laying on the bed. “How did they come out?” I asked as Tristan brought me over to the St. Andrews Cross.
“Your orgasm pushed them out.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage.
Lifting my hands, I watched as Tristan attached the handcuffs. When he dropped down to cuff my ankles, I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come.
Standing he gave me a smile. “What’s our word, Ryn?”
Licking my lips, I said, “Mickey.”
“Mickey. Don’t take on more than you can handle, Ryn. Do you understand me?”
My breathing was labored and I couldn’t wait for what was next. “Yes.”
Tristan walked his beautiful naked ass over to where all the riding crops and floggers where hung up. Reaching for a riding crop, he turned and made his way back over to me.
“Say it, Ryn.”
“Mickey! Damn it, Tristan.”
Reaching his fingers between my legs, he let out a hiss. “So fucking wet.”
Crying out, I begged him, “Please!”
His fingers quickly slid into me as he began his assault. “You like that, Ryn?”
“Yes, harder. More. Tristan, I want more.”
I couldn’t believe how wanton I sounded. Closing my eyes tightly, I begged him for more. When my eyes opened, I looked across the room to the bed. I saw a mirror hung up behind the bed. “Is that . . . is that the mirror from South Padres?”
Tristan’s eyes met mine. The look of seduction that crossed over his face caused me to let out a moan. “It is. I thought that was the perfect place for it. This way when you ride me hard and fast, you can watch yourself in the mirror.” Grinning, I looked into Tristan’s eyes. They were filled with love and passion.
“I want more,” I said in the most seductive voice I could muster up.
“Hell yeah, Ryn. That’s it, baby.”
Removing his fingers, he hit me with the riding crop on my lips. Jerking, I let out a scream. The pain mixed with the sense of pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I loved it and found myself wanting more.
Placing his fingers back inside me he began moving them in and out again. Just as I would feel the build of my orgasm, he pulled out and hit me with riding crop again.
I wanted more. It felt as if my body physically needed more. I ached with desire.
“Harder!”
Tristan hesitated. “Tristan, please.”
Hitting me slightly harder with the riding crop, I cried out as I felt my orgasm building.
“Ryn . . .”
Looking into Tristan’s concern-filled eyes, I attempted to show him how desperately I wanted this. “More, I want more. Please.”
His fingers impaled me again, working me up into a frenzy. “I’m so close. Oh God, Tristan.”
Pulling his fingers out, he hit the riding crop on me again, throwing me into an orgasm. His fingers sliding in me caused me to scream out again as it felt like another wave hit me.
Before long, I was hanging limp from the cross. Tristan took me down and carried me back over to the bed, where he gently laid me down. Looking at him, I saw his dick was hard again.
Looking into my eyes he asked, “Enough?”
Shaking my head, I whispered, “More.”
MY EYES WIDENED IN SHOCK when Ryn whispered more. In my wildest dreams I’d never imagined the love of my life in our playroom, enjoying it more than I could have asked. I knew she was curious and she wanted to try everything; I had pushed her with the riding crop, hitting her not nearly as hard as I’ve hit other women, but this was my Ryn. My girl. I never wanted to do anything to cause her pain.
“Roll over, Ryn; it’s time to train that ass of yours a little more.”
Ryn’s eyes lit up as I moved off the bed and made my way over to the drawers. A part of me wanted to keep pushing her to the brink, the other part wanted to hold back. The second I saw her eyes light up at the mention of training her ass, I knew she wanted it as much as I did. Pulling out a butt plug, I grabbed the lube and headed back to Ryn.
Running my hand over her ass, I whispered, “On your hands and knees, baby.”
Moving quickly, I watched as her arms shook. Fear hit me like a brick wall. I’ve pushed her too far. “Ryn, do you want to stop?”
Looking over her shoulder, she shook her head. “No! Please don’t stop.”
Seeing the desire in her eyes, I began to put lube onto my fingers. I rubbed it over her puckered hole then slowly slid my fingers in, getting her ready for the butt plug. I didn’t want to hurt her. Ever.
