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She
squeezed her PC muscles to milk every ounce of sensation from his
pistoning digits. The plug in her bottom seemed to make every touch
down there more electric and exciting. There was no holding back
the building orgasm. She could only pray he’d give her permission
to come soon.
    Tentacles of rippling pleasure invaded her
lower belly. She breathed heavier, faster. Her toes curled and
fingers gripped the handkerchief. Her moans came out short and
quick. She growled around the gag in her mouth.
    “I want you to come for me, Violet. Come on
my hand.”
    Violet groaned with relief at the sound of
Max’s permission. She let go, lived for the pleasure his thrusting
fingers provoked, and came hard. The orgasm crashed down on her
like a heavy wave, sweeping her under like a torrent of ecstasy.
Ever jerk of her body was accented by the jingle jangle of the
fishing weights dangling from the nipple clamps. Her ass clenched
around the wide plug. There was nothing like the overwhelming
sensations of being doubly penetrated. Her cries were muffled by
the rubber gag stretching her jaw wide.
    As Violet rode the falling waves of her
orgasm, Max’s two fingers were joined by a third and fourth. The
slick cream of her arousal aided the insertion but she groaned as
she tried to accept him. It was almost too much with the four
fingers and the butt plug. But she loved the way it felt when his
big hands manipulated her body. Tied up and helpless, she gave over
to the sensation of his thick fingers sliding in and out of her wet
pussy.
    When something firm and round pressed to her
clit, Violet inhaled sharply. She instantly recognized the feel of
the tennis-ball sized head of the vibrating wand Max liked to use
on her. The second it twitched to life, the powerful vibrations of
the massager buzzed right through her clit. The vibrations spread
through her hot flesh. Her muscles tensed and relaxed as she
climbed the pleasurable ascent to climax.
    Max was relentless when it came to giving her
orgasms. She went wild, bucking against the ropes as Max
finger-fucked her with wild abandon. She reveled in the debauched
sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of her wet flesh and the
intense buzzing of the vibrator. There was no holding back, no
stopping the rough explosion of her orgasm.
    “Unh! Unh! Unhhhh!” Violet shouted around the
rubber gag.
    “Come for me, Violet. Come hard.”
    There was no denying Max. Whatever he wanted,
whatever she was hers to give, was his. Her climax rolled on and
on, one crescendo, one fall, after another. The vibrator and Max’s
fingers worked together to pull one orgasm after another out of her
body.
    She screamed at the sharp sensation of Max’s
teeth sinking into the plump flesh of her ass. The mix of pleasure
and pain sent her skyrocketing into that deliciously heady place
known as subspace. She slipped into a warm place of pleasure as the
endorphin rush took hold. At some point, Max removed his fingers
and switched off the vibrator. His rough palms slid over her
sweat-slicked skin. He pressed soft kisses everywhere he touched.
His lips moved against her ear, whispering sweetly.
    He left her hanging for a few minutes as she
slowly descended from the ethereal plane of her post-orgasmic high.
She was vaguely aware of the sounds of ice clinking against glass.
When he returned to her side, his cold, slightly damp hand
confirmed he’d been drinking something. His iced tea, she
supposed.
    His cool hand caressed her still hot and most
likely bright red ass. Violet was certain she’d be bruised by
morning. Not that bruises were a bad thing. Well. To her, at least.
Like most spankos, she got off on the sight of the red and purple
blotches marring her buttocks. She was freak like that.
    Max supported her stomach with his strong arm
as he cut the ropes binding her ankles to her wrists and then the
ropes binding her elbows and wrists behind her back. She unfolded
her tingling legs and arms very carefully. She nervously