Ultra Violet by Chastity Vicks

intensity veered into pain and
she was whimpering and shying from him, her madly tingling, throbbing pussy
drenched and sated.
    “I told you it could be good, didn’t I?” Greg murmured as he
switched off the unit.
    Emily, her head lolling against the pillow, peered blearily
up at him.
    She meant to say “Yes, Master” but she was pretty sure what
came out was a garbled stream of vowels. He smiled at her, stroking his hands
gently across her body. It still felt like sparks, but not the electric kind,
just the kind they always made together.
    Emily parted her thighs, pushing her hips toward him in a
wordless, acquiescent plea. She knew what he needed. He must have been at least
as desperate for release as he’d made her and, despite the echoes of
devastating pleasure still beating throughout her body, she wanted him.
    Her Master’s smile widened, his face suffused with pride as
he started to unbutton his jeans. He climbed slowly onto the bed, the mattress
creaking beneath him, and her body rolled a little into the hollows he created,
arms still dangling from her shackles in voluptuous exhaustion.
    Greg eased himself between her legs, his hands gently
skimming her thighs, petting her again as he took a condom from his pocket. His
gaze didn’t leave hers as he sheathed himself, but Emily’s eyes closed as he
took hold of her body, holding her tight as he thrust into her. She hung limply
from her bindings, pliant and wet while he fucked her with long, slow strokes,
groans escaping through his gritted teeth. He tipped his head back, the light
of the candles—nearly burned down now, their fragrance still hanging sweetly in
the air—catching at the strong line of his jaw as he buried himself in her
body.
    Emily gasped as Master hitched her thighs up, her ankle ties
stretched as far as they could while he thrust deep into her, each stroke
filling the room with the wet, hungry echoes of their union. His every movement
owned her, claiming her anew with each inch, each thrust inside her.
    He picked up his pace, taking her roughly, the aftershocks
of the electricity and the intensity of his teasing seeming to dance still in
her flesh. He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in hard,
uncompromising circles as he pounded into her. Emily arched up from the bed, caught
in the mind-throttling flood of another orgasm that racked her flesh in waves
of crackling pleasure. She barely remembered to breathe, her limbs feeling hot
and leaden as the paroxysms of bliss subsided and Master withdrew, quickly
tugging off the condom so that he could finish across her belly, marking her
with the hot spurts of his seed.
    Emily stared into that flushed, broad face, Master’s
blue-gray gaze steadily holding hers, and she smiled softly as he reached out
and touched her cheek.
    “Good girl, little one,” he murmured, his voice wavering
faintly for the first time that night.
    Her smile widened. “Thank you, Master.”
    Greg let out a long sigh, grinning at her as he surveyed the
ropes and the disheveled bedclothes. Emily turned her head to the side,
glancing up at her chafed wrists, and bit her lip.
    He was slow and gentle as he began to untie her, and the
rush of blood back into her limbs stung as much as the wand ever had, but her
whole body was still alight with the feeling of electricity shimmering under
her skin and her head seemed to be floating high above her shoulders.
Everything felt wide and wonderful, sensitive and exotic, and despite knowing
it would probably take days for her to glide back to herself, Emily already
knew she couldn’t wait for the next time they could play with the violet wand.
    Without doubt, it had been the best gift Greg had ever given
her.
     

About Chastity Vicks
     
    Chastity Vicks likes her denim ripped, her music loud and
her beer very, very cold. Her stories trail a scarlet-tipped finger across the
fantasies and secrets inside us all and, while the genres might change, the
heat is rarely turned