again and again

The vibrations tore through me, relentless and unyielding, a storm of sensation that had long since shredded any semblance of control.

My body was a trembling wreck, sweat slicking my skin, my wrists chafing against the leather straps suspending me from the ceiling.

The sleek vibrator buried deep in my pussy pulsed against my core, a warm, insistent hum that dragged me to the edge and over it—again and again.

I'd lost count of how many times I'd climaxed, each one crashing through me like a wave I couldn't outrun.

The first had been a shock, a tight, shuddering release that left me gasping through my nose, my taped mouth muffling the cry.

The second followed too quickly, spurred by the bulbous toy strapped to my thigh, its buzzing head tormenting my clit with pinpoint precision.

By the third, my legs had given out, dangling uselessly as the straps held me up, and still, it didn't stop.

The ridged vibrator in my ass thrummed shallowly, a subtle counterpoint that pushed me past reason, each climax bleeding into the next until I was a quivering, mindless mess.

Miss Isabella watched me unravel from her desk, her hazel eyes glinting through the slits of her mask, a predator savoring the sight of her prey undone.

She stepped closer, boots clicking, and her gloved hand brushed my chest, fingers circling my nipple with a featherlight touch.

"Look at you," she purred, her voice a velvet blade, "coming apart so beautifully."

She pinched the sensitive bud, hard and sudden, and I jolted, a choked moan vibrating in my throat as another climax ripped through me—sharp, electric, unstoppable.

My vision blurred, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, and she leaned in, her lips grazing my cheek, soft and warm against the dampness of my skin.

Her kisses trailed down my jaw, my neck, each one a teasing contrast to the relentless buzzing below, and I shuddered under the dual assault, my body no longer mine.

She stepped back, retrieving a riding crop from the desk—a sleek, black thing with a leather tip that gleamed in the crimson light.

She dragged it along my side, the cool edge tracing my ribs, then flicked it lightly against my other nipple.

The sting was a spark, igniting yet another wave of pleasure-pain, and I came again, my hips bucking uselessly, the toys shifting inside me.

"So responsive," she teased, her tone dripping with satisfaction as she tapped the crop against my thigh, then my stomach, each strike a calculated tease that kept me teetering on the edge.

My mind was a haze, fractured by the constant, shuddering releases, and I couldn't tell if I was begging her to stop or to keep going—couldn't think past the next inevitable peak.

With a hum of approval, she reached up, adjusting the chains that held me.

The mechanism clicked, and the tension in my arms eased slightly, lowering me until my knees brushed the floor, my face dipping closer to her waist level.

My head lolled forward, dizzy with exhaustion and overstimulation, and she peeled the tape from my mouth with a slow, gentle tug.

The adhesive stung as it pulled free, and I gasped, the sudden rush of air burning my throat.

"There we are," she murmured, cupping my chin, her thumb brushing my trembling lips.

"Let's put that pretty mouth to use."

She stepped back, her hands sliding to the waistband of her latex bodysuit.

With an erotic motion, she tugged the hidden zipper at her crotch, peeling it open to reveal the black lace panties beneath, already damp with her arousal.

She slipped them down her thighs, the fabric catching briefly on her fishnet stockings, then kicked them aside.

"Lick," she commanded, her voice firm but edged with a hungry rasp, and she stepped closer, positioning herself so her pussy hovered just inches from my face.

The scent of her—musky, heady—hit me, mingling with the fog of my own overwhelmed senses.

I hesitated, my breath ragged, the vibrators still driving me mad.

My latest climax had left me gasping, my tongue heavy in my mouth, but her eyes bored into me, expectant and unyielding.

With a shaky inhale, I leaned forward, my lips brushing her skin—soft, warm, slick.