A Masochist's Adventures in Wonderland
Chapter 9
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I looked down at my phone and grinned when I saw a text from Ash. Are you in bed yet, baby?
My heart skipped a beat when I texted back. Yes, Sir.
Calling him that excited me so much. I couldn’t explain why except that now we were heading out into the final frontier of uncharted territory.
I didn’t know where this journey would end, but I sure wanted to find out.
The road stretched out in front of me full of endless possibilities. The old limits no longer existed.
Get comfortable in bed. I’m going to call you on the phone.
I snuggled deeper under the covers. I was as comfortable as I could be in my pajamas. I could only get more comfortable if I didn’t have to hold onto my phone.
I’m ready, I told him.
First tell me what you usually do when you masturbate. Do you use your fingers or toys?
I blinked at the phone. He seriously wanted to know what I did when I masturbated?
He said he would get all up in my business and find out everything about my life. I just never thought it would go as far as this.
My excitement turned to nerves. I use a vibrator.
Do you use it by itself?
Yes, Sir.
What kind of vibrator is it?
Wow, he was really giving me the third degree here.
I just hoped he wouldn’t start asking me what I thought about when I masturbated. I wouldn’t want him to know how much I thought about him.
Um…..it’s just a normal vibrator. I’m not sure how to describe it.
What shape is it? What size?
It’s cylindrical. It’s about four inches long, I guess.
Do you insert it or do you use it on your clitoris?
I cringed. Damn, he was getting really clinical about this. Just on my clitoris.
Do you use your fingers inside at the same time or the vibrator by itself?
By itself. Then I remembered to add, Sir.
Get out your vibrator and put in your earbuds so I can call you.
I had to get out of bed and walk across the house to get my earbuds out of my purse. I crawled back into bed, put in my earbuds, and burrowed under the covers clutching my vibrator in one hand and my phone in the other.
I’m ready, I told him.
My phone started ringing. It was him.
“Can you hear me?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. I can hear you. Can you hear me?”
“I can hear you,” he told me. “Are you comfortable in bed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Put your phone down, lie down flat on your bed, and start using your vibrator.”
I put my phone down, pulled the covers all the way up to my chin, and turned on my vibrator.
I slipped my hand down my pajama pants and touched the vibrator to my clitoris.
The constant tapping and stimulation of Ash’s flogger yesterday left me extra sensitive.
I escalated much faster than I usually did. Heat spread through me and outward to the rest of my body.
Ash’s voice rumbled in my ear, but it sounded like it was coming from the very center of my head.
“Listen to my voice very carefully, baby. I want you to close your eyes and imagine that first night when we were in the club.”
His voice spiraled around me. It vibrated into my bones and got all mixed up with the warm, pleasurable vibrations spreading through my pussy right now.
His voice slithered between my legs, around my stomach and breasts, up my neck, over my lips, and into my mouth.
His voice stimulated every nerve ending, caressed me as if he was here in this bed with me, and even licked me between my legs to turn me on.
“You’re standing at the window with your hands above your head,” he growled. “You have your eyes closed…..your lips fall open…..your body softens……You feel me behind you…..”
My breath quickened. That moment at the window cast me under his spell. I never got out of it.
His voice transported me back there instantaneously. He stood right behind me breathing in my ear.
His presence turned me on beyond anything I ever felt before.
“You feel my arms slide around you…..” he murmured. “You feel my hands grab your breasts through your dress…….Do you feel that?”
“Yes!” I whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”
His voice dropped in tone. It cut with a harder edge and he started talking faster. “You feel me hard against your ass…..I grab your hips and pull you against me…..”
I couldn’t stop panting. I felt everything he said as if he was doing it to me right this minute.
“My hands slide up your thighs under your dress……you feel your thighs part for me……the heat between your legs turns into an ache…..You’re getting so wet you can’t stand it……You moan for me to touch you and bend you over and take you right here….”
I moaned and my voice spiked into a high-pitched whine. How did he always know exactly what I needed?
“You feel my hands slide around your thighs. I lift you back into me and grind into your ass while my fingers rub you through your soaking-wet panties…..”
I couldn’t stop moaning. My other hand flew to my breast and down my side under the covers, but I couldn’t even stand to touch myself.
Touching myself felt like such a let-down. I wanted him. I needed him. Anything else just made me more desperate.
“You can’t stop rubbing your ass against my cock. You feel how hard I am and you need me so bad. You feel my mouth on your ear and my teeth biting into your neck from behind…..”
I yelped as a spike of passion blasted me out of my mind. My pathetic moans rose to cries. I needed to cum right now, but I needed him more.
His fingers and toys didn’t satisfy me. I needed him to take me so hard.
“I pull your panties down and bend you forward. You keep your hands on the window frame above your head. You arch your back so your breasts stick out and your ass presents for me……..”
I spread my legs a little wider under the covers and writhed in ragged ecstasy. I felt him doing everything to me—everything I wanted him to do.
“You feel my cock slide into you…..You’re so wet and your muscles clamp around me while I drill into your ass…..you can’t stop screaming as I drive you up against the window….taking you……making you cum……”
“Please….Sir…..” I whimpered. “Please….make me cum…..”
“Do you feel that?” he demanded. “Do you feel me behind you….owning you….invading you……taking you and making you mine…..?”
“Yes!” I shrieked. “Yes, Sir! Please….please……”
“You feel so fucking good, baby…..your ass smacks my hips every time I bump into you…..I shove you against the window and press your bare breasts against the glass while I fuck you deep and hard.”
I couldn’t beg anymore. His voice held me on a tightrope. I needed to completely fall apart in a mind-blowing orgasm, but I also needed to do what he said.
The agreement we made acted on my mind—or maybe it just meant so much to me that I couldn’t bring myself to break it.
“Is this what you wanted that night at the club, baby?” he murmured. “Is this what you thought about me doing to you—fucking you like this?”
“YES!!” I shrieked and broke down moaning again in desperate sobs.
“Did you want me even then?” he rasped. “Did you feel me taking control of you and giving you everything you need?”
“YES!!” My voice cracked with all the emotion breaking out of me right now.
“Turn off your vibrator, baby.”
“No! Please, no!” I scrambled to turn under the covers trying to find some way out of this. “Please don’t do this to me…..”
He changed his tone to cold steel again. “Obey me, Lucy. Turn off your vibrator.”
I whimpered and sobbed, but I did what he said and turned it off. Then I collapsed moaning in my bed and seething with all this pent-up frustration.
“Lie still, baby,” he commanded. “Lie flat on your bed and listen to me. Be quite and listen to my voice.”
I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn’t stop squirming and twisting all over the place. This feeling threatened to tear me apart from the inside.
“Keep your eyes closed and concentrate on my voice,” he told me. “Feel my voice.”
Oh, I felt it all right. Feeling it wasn’t the problem—or it would have been more accurate to say that his voice was the problem.
“I want you to concentrate really hard and feel me between your legs…..feeling me licking you…….feel me thrusting into you from behind……feel my fingers rubbing you while I fuck you….you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter. You’re about to cum……”
I whined again and that whine turned into a cry that rose to a scream.
His voice cast another spell over me. I really did feel his tongue, his fingers, and his cock moving into me.
“You’re still standing in the window with your arms raised and your eyes closed. I’m doing everything you want me to, everything you imagined I would do that night. Can you feel that?”
“Yes!” I screeched. “Yes, please…..please, Sir…..please let me cum…..”
“I hear you screaming as I pound into you. I press my mouth against your ear and whisper…… ‘Cum for me, baby’…….’Cum for me now’……”
I screamed again….and again as I climaxed out of control. The pressure building between my legs skyrocketed and then cascaded all over my body in a torrent.
“Yeah!” he snarled from the other end of the phone. “Yeah! Come on! You feel so damn good when you cum for me like that.”
I convulsed on the bed thrashing in all directions. I’d never experienced anything like this.
This orgasm left me so emotionally fragile and needing him more than before it happened. I wilted on the bed and turned my face into the pillow moaning in so much heartbroken anguish.
Where were his arms when I really needed him? I would have given anything just to sit at his feet and hold onto his legs just for a few minutes.
“That was so beautiful, baby,” he murmured in my ear. “I knew you could do it. I’m proud of you.”
I couldn’t answer. I curled into a ball on my side, but I couldn’t stop stroking my hands all over my body and touching myself through my pajamas. Anything would be better than being alone right now.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I need you…!” I choked. “I need you, Ash!”
“You have me, baby,” he murmured. “I’m right here. I’m right here with you.”
I whimpered and tried to look away, but there was nothing to look away from. He wasn’t here.
“You said you wanted to do this for me, baby,” he went on in the same undertone. “I need to know that I control when you cum and when you don’t—and how you cum and how you don’t. Your orgasms are for me to give you. I know you need me and you have me. You have me exactly the way you asked. Now you’re getting what you asked for.”
“I know!” I moaned. “I don’t want to change it. I just…..”
I broke off in another wretched moan. I couldn’t exactly complain when he really did give me an orgasm, but damn! Who knew an orgasm could make me even more ravenously sexual than when I started?
“Talk to me,” he told me. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”
“I’m just….lonely for you. I want you and you aren’t here. I was doing okay before….and now I’m really sad that you aren’t here.”
“We’re just as together now as we were ten minutes ago. Do you remember what you felt like when you sat at my feet and fell asleep with your head on my lap?”
I almost started crying. “I just want to be there! I need to feel you next to me!”
“Close your eyes, baby. You are there. You’re there right now. Put your arms around my legs and feel me petting your hair. You’re starting to drift off. You feel that I’m proud of you and I want you here with me. You’re warm and comfortable next to me. Do you feel that?”
His voice started to mesmerize me again—or maybe I was just really tired.
I wrapped my arms around my pillow….and my fatigue turned it into his legs.
“You were magnificent tonight,” he breathed. “I could just imagine you trembling under my hand…..the way you look up at me with your big eyes…..the way you beg…..Fuck, I love to hear you beg for it.”
His voice trailed off….and I started to drift. The intoxication of my orgasm transported me into the world of his voice. I felt myself looking into his eyes begging him to let me cum….and at the same time sitting at his feet with his fingers in my hair…..
The peace and security of that moment blurred with all the desire I still felt for him. That desire became simply the desire to be near him—to feel his presence flooding me with the feeling of him being near me……because he was near me.
I floated—and the next thing I knew, I was waking up to my alarm the next morning.
End of Chapter 9.
