Chapter 134 Sex Toys 02

Chapter 134 Sex Toys 02

Next came the nipple clamps, the adjustable ones with a chain connecting them. I'd only used them a couple of times, loving the bite of pain mixed with pleasure. He attached one to each nipple, tightening them just enough to make me hiss. The pull of the chain added a constant pressure, heightening my sensitivity.

"Beautiful," he murmured, tugging lightly on the chain. I yelped, the sensation shooting straight to my core.

Then, he surprised me by bringing out the wand vibrator—the big one, with the powerful head that could make me cum in seconds if used right. He plugged it in, and positioned it between my legs, not turning it on yet. Instead, he used his fingers first, dipping two inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.

"You're so ready," he said, pumping them in and out while his thumb circled my clit. I was dripping, the sounds obscene in the quiet room.

"Yes, please, don't stop," I pleaded.

But he did, replacing his fingers with the wand. On low, it rumbled against me, the broad head covering my entire mound. The vibrations were deep, penetrating, and I felt them everywhere. He held it there, letting me grind against it as much as the restraints allowed.

My moans grew louder, filling the room. "Alex, I'm close... so close..."

This time, he didn't pull away. He turned it up a notch, pressing harder. The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my body convulsing, toes curling as pleasure ripped through me. I screamed his name loudly, stars exploding behind the blindfold.

He kept the wand on me through the aftershocks, drawing it out until I was oversensitive and squirming. Finally, he turned it off, setting it aside. I lay there panting, limp and satisfied—but I knew we weren't done.

"That was one," he said, kissing my forehead. "How many more do you think you can take?"

As my breathing slowed, I smiled under the blindfold. "As many as you want to give me."

He laughed softly, and I heard him reaching for the drawer again.

The night was just beginning.

But wait, that was only the start. After letting me catch my breath for a moment, Alex untied one of my hands, guiding it to touch myself while he watched—or at least, I assumed he was watching, since I couldn't see. "Show me how you use these on yourself," he commanded, placing the bullet vibrator back in my palm.

I hesitated for a second, embarrassment mixing with excitement. We'd been intimate countless times, but this felt vulnerable, exposed. Still, the afterglow of my orgasm made me bold. I turned it on, pressing it against my still-sensitive clit. A gasp escaped me as the vibrations reignited the fire.

He took over the other toys, clipping the clamps tighter for a sharper bite, which made me arch. Then, he slid the dildo—the realistic one, veined and curved—inside me, thrusting it while I worked the bullet.

The combination was overwhelming. My free hand moved in circles, building the pressure again, while he controlled the depth and speed of the dildo. "That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Make yourself cum for me."

I came, faster than before, the dual sensations pushing me over the edge. My body shook, and I felt him lean down to capture my moans with his mouth, kissing me deeply.

After that, he retied my hand and brought out the anal plug—the small one with vibrations. We'd experimented with anal play before, but not often. He lubed it generously, teasing my back entrance with his finger first, circling and pressing until I relaxed.

"Relax," he whispered, easing the plug in. Once seated, he turned on the vibrations, low at first. The fullness there, combined with the lingering sensitivity from before, made everything more intense.

He picked up the rabbit again, sliding it back into my pussy. Now, with both holes filled and vibrating, I was lost. He alternated speeds, sometimes syncing them, sometimes not, but still driving me wild.

My third orgasm built slowly, a deep, rumbling thing that started in my core and spread outward. When it hit, it was shattering, leaving me trembling and breathless.

But Alex wasn't satisfied yet. He removed the toys, giving me brief soft kisses down my body. Then, he introduced the clit sucker—the one that mimicked oral with suction and pulses. He placed it over my clit, turning it on.

The suction was immediate, making me hyper-sensitive. Combined with his fingers inside me, scissoring and thrusting, it didn't take long for number four.

By now, I was a mess—sweaty, and begging for more even as my body protested the overstimulation. He switched to the G-spot vibrator next, curved perfectly to hit that internal spot. He fucked me with it relentlessly, his other hand tugging the nipple chain.

Orgasm five came hard and fast, squirting a little, which made him groan in approval.

We continued like this, toy after toy: the thrusting dildo that moved on its own, the vibrating panties—which he slipped on me briefly to tease while he kissed my thighs, even the love eggs that he inserted and controlled with a remote, making them buzz unpredictably.

Each time, he teased me or let me cum, depending on his choice. He described what he was doing, his voice rough with desire, telling me how hot I looked, how wet I was, how he couldn't wait to fuck me himself after.

But he held off, focusing entirely on me. By the time we reached what felt like the tenth climax, my body was exhausted, every muscle quivering.

"Please, Alex," I whimpered. "I need you inside me."

He finally removed the blindfold, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at me. "Soon," he promised, but first, one more toy—the double-ended one, though he used only one end on me while holding the other.

The night blurred into a haze of pleasure, each toy bringing new sensations, new highs. When he finally untied me and entered me himself, it was the perfect culmin
ation, our bodies moving together in exhausted, satisfied rhythm.