Finding Isabella

| 21 - Alexi |*

*BDSM honorifics, degradation, praise, bondage, sensory deprivation, toys, overstimulation and orgasm torture, wax play, knife play

"Keep count of how many orgasms you have, Bella. I think you can make it to ten," I say. A whimper escapes her lips. "Use your fucking words like a good little whore."

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir what? Use your words properly, or I will push you to fifteen orgasms. Don't test me, sweetheart."

"Yes, sir, I will keep count."

"Good girl. You lose count, we start over. You come before I give you permission, we start over. I will keep you tied to this fucking bed all day if I have to. Understand?"

"I thought you had work to do," she smirks.

"Go ahead, be a brat. Push me further. Do you think you can handle fifteen?"

"No, sir."

"Then be a good girl for me and behave like the pretty little fucktoy you begged to be."

I lower myself to her cunt and latch my mouth onto her clit, lightly scraping my teeth on the sensitive nub, and it elicits a loud gasp from Isabella's lips. I let my tongue swirl around the swollen spot once more before removing my mouth and sliding two fingers inside her. Fuck, she's still dripping.

"Color?" I check in.

"Green, sir."

"Good girl." Knowing she's still in the headspace to continue, I turn the vibrator back on and trace her inner thighs with the toy. She whines, causing me to laugh at the desperate noises she's making. I press the vibrator against her clit, earning a breathy groan, and increase the speed one setting higher. Isabella bucks her hips up, trying to grind onto the toy. Pulling away, I tsk at her actions.

"Please," she begs.

"If I have to remind you to use your words one more time, we won't leave this room until I've fucked you so hard you can't remember your own fucking name."

"Please, sir. I'm sorry. Please, can I come?"

"I don't think you want it badly enough," I say as I press the vibrator to her clit again.

"Please. Please, sir, I need to come again. Please let me come!"

"Come for me like the good little whore you are."

A moan echos throughout the room as she climaxes, shaking underneath me from pleasure. I don't remove my fingers or the vibrator, even when she cries out as her climax ends. Increasing the speed of the toy once more, I earn a whine from the goddess writhing around in my hands.

"I can't, it hurts! I can't!" she exclaims.

"You can take it."

"No, please, sir, I can't!"

"You can and you will. Your body belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. If I want to watch you fall apart from orgasms repeatedly with no breaks, then that's what will happen."

"Fuck! I can't hold it. I'm gonna come again!"

"I don't remember giving you permission, whore."

"Please! I can't hold it! I can't take it! Too much!"

"Then come for me again. Make a fucking mess," I say. Whimpers and pants escape her mouth as tears fall down her cheeks. Her legs shake wildly, forcing me to let her lower half drop back onto the bed when her climax is over. Removing my fingers and the toy from her, I clean her up with my tongue, making sure to flick the swollen nub a couple of times.

"Fuck, Alexi, I can barely breathe."

"First of all," I say as I grab her neck, applying pressure to the sides and choking her lightly, "that is not how you fucking address me right now. You don't deserve to use my name. Pathetic whores like you can call me sir, is that understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Good girl. How many orgasms was that?"

"Three."

"How many more to go then?"

"Seven."

"Still alert enough to do simple math, what a shame. Don't worry, I'll fix that. Soon, you will be nothing but a brainless little toy for me to use. You won't remember your own name, or even how to speak. All you'll be able to think about is how good it feels when my cum drips out of your cunt and paints the inside of your thighs in a pretty, white color." A shudder runs through her body at my words and I smirk at the sight, poor thing has no idea what's coming her way.

"Please," she whimpers.

"What was that?"

"Please."

"Please what? Tell me what you want."

"I want everything you just said. Please, turn me into a toy for you."

"You want me to fuck you numb? You want me to turn you into a pretty little doll for me?"

"Yes sir. Please. Use me. Ruin me. Please."

"Cazzo! You have no idea what it does to me when I hear you beg." I push off the bed and return to my closet, grabbing another bullet vibrator in case I drained the batteries from the first one. I also grab a dildo, pocket knife, candle, and lighter. The sound of sheets being thrashed around reaches my ears at the same time that the vision of my girl wiggling around comes into view. I laugh lowly, ensuring it's loud enough for her to hear while still being a dark and intimidating sound.

"What are you doing? Where'd you go?" she asks.

"Do you really think you deserve to know? Don't worry, you'll find out what I have in store for you very soon." I lay the items on the bedside table before returning to my spot between her outstretched legs. My mouth attaches to one of her pebbled nipples as my fingers play with the other. Her hips thrust upward as much as possible, desperate for some kind of friction against her most sensitive area. Moving my mouth to give the other nipple the same treatment as the first, I trace my fingers down the sides of her body, making her shiver at the light touch. I release her nipple from my mouth, then turn my attention to decorate her chest and collarbone area with hickies. Once I'm satisfied with the amount of marks, I pull away and light the candle. I let the wax drip over one nipple, eliciting a harsh gasp from Isabella when the hot liquid hits her skin, and then move to cover the other nipple in wax as well. Leaving a trail down her chest to right below the belly button, I smirk as she squirms around from the wax hardening against her skin. I blow out the candle and set it down, grabbing the pocket knife and flipping it open. Touching the blade against her chest lightly forces another breathy gasp from her throat. Using the knife, I carefully scrape the hardened splotches of wax off her skin, careful not to cut her. Once all the wax is removed, I delicately trace the knife in a path from the collarbone area to her inner thighs, and then up to the collarbone again.

"Does this scare you? Knowing that I have the power to hurt you; that I have complete control, and you can't do anything about it?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"But you like it, don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Color?"

"Green."

"Well then, I want to play some more."