Chapter 133 Sex Toys 01

Chapter 133 Sex Toys 01

I laid on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt the cool silk of the blindfold slip over my eyes. The room was dim, but now it was pitch black, heightening every other sense.

My boyfriend, Alex, had whispered something about a surprise earlier that evening, but I hadn't expected this. His fingers trailed lightly down my arm, sending shivers across my skin, and I could hear the faint rustle of him moving around the room. We had been together for over a year, and our sex life was already adventurous, but tonight felt different.

"Trust me," he said, his voice low and commanding, as he tied my wrists loosely to the headboard with soft scarves. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make me feel deliciously helpless.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps, already aroused just from the anticipation. My body was bare, exposed to the air-conditioned chill of our bedroom, and my nipples hardened without him even touching them yet.

I heard the drawer open—the one where I kept my collection of toys that I sometimes used alone when he was away on business trips.

My cheeks flushed hot under the blindfold. He knew about them, of course; we'd talked about incorporating them before, but he'd never taken the initiative like this. The sound of him rummaging through it made my pulse quicken. What was he choosing? The vibrator? The dildo? Something else?

His weight shifted back onto the bed, and I felt the mattress dip beside me. "You've been hiding some fun things in here, haven't you?" Alex murmured, his breath warm against my ear. I could smell his cologne, mixed with the faint scent of his body. His hand cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple slowly, teasingly. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling. "But they're mine."

"Not tonight," he replied, his tone playful but firm. "Tonight, they're ours. And I'm going to use every single one on you until you're begging me to stop—or not to."

My core clenched at his words, heat pooling between my legs. I was already wet, just from the promise of what was coming. He leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a feather-light kiss before trailing down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. I tugged lightly at the restraints, testing them, but they held firm.

The first toy he selected—I could tell by the shape as he pressed it against my thigh—was my favorite bullet vibrator. Small, powerful, with multiple settings. He didn't turn it on right away, instead, he dragged it slowly up my inner thigh, the cool metal contrasting with my heated skin.

I squirmed, trying to press my legs together for some friction, but he placed a hand on my knee, gently but insistently pushing them apart.

"Patience, baby," he said, chuckling softly. "We're just getting started."

Then, with a click, the vibrator hummed to life on its lowest setting. The vibration was subtle at first, a gentle buzz that he held just above my clit, not quite touching.

I whimpered, lifting my hips toward it, desperate for contact. He teased me like that for what felt like eternity, circling closer and closer but never quite there. My body tensed, every nerve ending alive with need.

"Please, Alex," I breathed, my voice barely audible.

"Please what?" he asked, his free hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Touch me," I begged, the words tumbling out.

He obliged, pressing the vibrator directly against my clit. The sensation was electric, shooting sparks through my body. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure radiated from that single point. He held it there, steady, while his mouth found my other breast, sucking and licking in time with the vibrations. I moaned louder, my hips bucking involuntarily.

But he wasn't done. After a minute or so, he increased the speed, the buzz intensifying. My breaths came in ragged pants, and I could feel the orgasm building already, coiling tight in my belly. "Oh god, yes," I murmured, lost in the sensation.

Just as I was on the edge, he pulled it away. I cried out in frustration, my body throbbing with unfulfilled need. "Not yet," he said, his voice husky. "I want to draw this out."

I heard him set the bullet aside and reach for something else. This time, it was the rabbit vibrator—the one with the dual stimulation, a shaft for inside and ears that vibrated against the clit. I'd bought it on a whim, and it had become a staple in my solo sessions. The thought of him using it on me made my heart race even faster.

He coated it with lube—I could hear the squelch of the bottle—and then positioned it at my entrance. "Ready?" he asked, though he didn't wait for an answer. Slowly, he pushed it inside me, inch by inch, filling me up. The fullness was exquisite, stretching me just right. Once it was seated deep, he turned it on.

The vibrations hit me from both angles, the shaft pulsing inside while the ears buzzed against my clit. I threw my head back, a long moan escaping as he began to thrust it gently in and out. His other hand roamed my body, tracing patterns on my stomach, tweaking my nipples, adding layers to the pleasure.

"Fuck, Alex, that feels so good," I gasped, my bound hands clenching into fists.

"I know," he replied, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. "I can feel how wet you are. You're soaking it."

He picked up the pace, fucking me with the toy in steady rhythms. My hips moved with him, chasing the building climax.

Sweat beaded on my skin, and I could feel the blindfold sticking slightly to my face. Every thrust sent jolts through me, the dual vibrations pushing me higher and higher.

But again, as I neared the peak, he slowed down, turning the speed lower until it was just a low buzz. I whined, frustrated and aching. "Why are you stopping?"

"Because I have more toys to play with," he said, amusement in his voice. He withdrew the rab
bit slowly, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing.