He watched for those signals and was very careful with me, but I was still completely in his hands.He watched for those signals and was very careful with me, but I was still completely in his hands. I would have had to accept whatever he wanted. I watched myself through half-closed eyes as my breathing quickened and I became more and more responsive. There was nothing making him be careful, but he was careful nonetheless, to perfection. He also kept me just on the edge of what I could take, now and then pushing me over by just the right amount to make me gasp again. More than once, my half-closed eyes sprang open with astonishment and a half-cry of pain escaped as the breath was driven out of me--but he had such control that it turned instantly to pleasure. He really walked the edge that time. As I neared orgasm (it really was the vibrator rather than the other that brought me there) I wanted desperately to make great heaving motions against him and the vibrator, but every time I tried an extreme movement I caused myself instant pain. I was forced to control myself and limit my motions to little thrusting twitches which suddenly, and without my volition, became spasmodic and convulsive. I had been going slowly, not thinking about (or even hoping for) an orgasm when, without realizing it, I found myself in the middle of a big one. My eyes widened and my mouth opened as though I were saying "Oh!" but no noise came out. The temptation of the orgasmic contractions was too great to resist, but every time I contracted, I felt pain. |