New frequency

New frequency
Myra watched him warm the oil up between his hands and begin to rub down her body.

She inhaled at the contact of their skin. He rubbed her shoulders down to her arms till he was massaging her wrists on both sides.

She stood, watching him. 

He poured more oil between his palms, repeating the whole friction motion, his hands raised just above her chest as drops of oil fell to her skin. 

His eyes were smiling, teasing as they stared at hers.

“Cal.” Her voice came out as a plea now, but he was not moved as he gently said.

“What did I tell you about delayed gratification last time?” 

And then she felt his warm hands on her chest, traveling down till he had her breasts in his hands, massaging gently. 

She closed her eyes and moaned even as he began to caress her oiled nipples with the flat of his open palm, and then his hands were off, and sliding down her belly.

She opened her eyes again, staring up at him in raw lust.

He kept oiling her body, his hands progressing downward, and as he lowered his frame so he could oil her legs, his lips clamped around her nipple.

“Cal.” She threw her head back to moan at the suddenness. 

His tongue moved fast, licking, flicking, and he sucked her in hard once, and then his lips were gone just as suddenly as he latched on to her.

She opened her eyes, really ready to cut it out. 

She was not made for delayed gratification. 

No. She was not built that way. 

She needed him inside her, and she needed him now.

She opened her lips to tell him this when she found herself being lifted off the floor, and he dropped her on the bed, his head disappearing between her legs. 

She gripped his hair, moaning and writhing beneath him, his lips traveling every inch of her, his tongue moving without missing a spot and his beard tickling her crazy. 

And then she felt something smooth slip into her butthole. 

Her eyes snapped open, and just as she was about to frame her question she felt the current crackle to life.

She gasped as he stood up, the device vibrating inside her in a steady zzzzzttt motion. 

“Cal,” her eyes wide as she stared up at him, standing now.

It felt like she was being vacuumed out of her body.

She had never tried anything like this before. Wanted to, but never got the opportunity to. 

How did he know to slip it in while she was distracted? 

“Lay still, Myra.” He said gently when her hand began to move down to sink a finger between her legs.

She was gasping, certain she must look crazy now with flashing eyes. 

She was barely aware of where she was now as the plug continued vibrating inside her at a steady frequency. 

Cal took her hand up, and then the other, and she felt something cold around her wrist.

Before she could react, he handcuffed her to the bed frame.

“Now, that’s just sexy.” he smiled as he moved away. “I just cuffed a cop.”

“Former cop,” she said, and the frequency of the plug seemed to go up as her eyes fell on the remote control in his hand. 

She arched her back off the bed, moaning his name as she felt like she was being split in two, or just exorcised.

Then it began to reduce again, and she opened her eyes, her breath slowly returning to normal. 

“What are you doing?” She gasped at him as he climbed off the bed. “You don’t plan to leave me like this.” 

Although she no longer felt like she was about to burst, the plug was still buzzing inside her, with a low zzzzzz frequency.

“I have to moisturize my body too, Myra,” he smiled gently, and she watched him from the bed, glaring daggers at him but finally caving.

“I need you, Cal.” She said, her head collapsing back on the pillow, and he walked down the side of the bed and kissed her. 

He kissed her with all the love he probably felt, his lips soothing and kind, and giving more than it took.

She moaned, frustrated that she could not move her hands to touch him, caress his hair.

He moved his lips away.

“You’re one fatally sexy woman,” he said, staring into her eyes, his own eyes hot, and she saw he would love to fck her right now. Rough.

He blinked rapidly and stood up. “Let’s give you more companions,” he said, standing up.

“No, Cal.”

“Didn’t hear that.” he was leaning down at the foot of the bed, and she clearly saw he was hard to stiffness. 

Then how the hell could he maintain such control? Was it some type of mind game with himself.

Her eyes were already glazing as he walked back to her. And as he straddled her, his hand found and squeezed her breasts. 

She gasped.

And then his lips descended on them. When he came up again, she had vibrating nipple clamps fitted snugly around her nipples.

“I am going to cum, Cal.” She gasped, panting.

“No, you won’t.” He smiled as he got off her. 

And she didn’t. 

She writhed and arched and moaned, but she did not orgasm as he took his time getting ready for bed, the remote control in his hand, adjusting the frequency anytime he thought it was too much, and she would topple over the edge, and take it back up when she was not moaning as loud enough anymore.

He finally came back to her, and straddled her, still without any part of him touching her. “What do you want?” His voice was low.

“You.” Her response was ready and quick.

“You have to guide me.” he teased as his hand finally came up to caress her hair backwards.

“Fill me up.” She said, staring into his eyes. And she felt his tip half an inch inside her.

“Like this?”

“More.”

And he began to move in a circular motion, massaging her entrance, still only a half inch in. 

Her knees were shaking now, and she wanted to scream at him, but she bit down on her lip.

“Shove up inside me, Cal.”

He smiled at this, and began penetrating her, still in that circular motion, spiraling into her. “More?” he asked, stopping halfway in.

“More.” She gasped, at the edge of madness now with the rawness of her need. 

And she felt him slam into her. 

She sighed, but he stopped, raising his eyebrow.

She bit her bottom lip hard and tilted her hip upward, the double penetration filling her up so much she thought she might die from the pleasure of it.

“Meet me in the middle.” Her voice was as sharp as a command at one of her junior officers in the past.

“Always, my lady,” he said, and finally began to move inside her,

“Cal,” she moaned in tears now. “Let me touch you.” and her hands were free that second, she wove it around him now, hugging him to herself, as she realized he had increased the vibrating frequency of the clamps and the plug.

Her legs were soon jerking beneath him, and he seized her lips, kissing her hard and true, reminding her of how good his lips tasted, how expressive and absolute they were, as she climbed higher and higher into the biggest orgasm of her life.