His Darkest Secret

Timed pt.3

SO excited with the ending to the Timed trio of events. Had a blast writing this part, hope you nasty boys and girls enjoy yourself just as much

My eyes widened with fear, my wrists pulling violently at their bounds. Immediate screams of "no, no, please!" Rippled from my mouth, muffled almost entirely by the ball gag. I was silenced. Terror coursed through my body, but along with it came a rush of excitement. The idea that Dylan would do something against my will, but safely, was exhilarating. Almost like a fire alarm, allowing a candle to burn steady but screaming at the grease fire. Just a tiny bite of this forbidden apple. Dylan explained it once as something called CNC; consensual non-consent. A kink where it's known, and often spoken that there is no threat of danger, and that the use of a predetermined safe word would slam the brakes. But there's that delicious fear, that stomach churching ache of helplessness, being completely at someone's mercy. Or, for the man, the power of owning someone. Physically, mentally, sexually. It was evil. It was divine. I struggled manically against my chains and Dylan looked at me with a hint of guilty question, eyeing me up and down determining if I was truly fearful, or playing into this new game. I shot him a devilish grin with my eyebrows raised slightly with seduction, and he nodded, returning a surprised grin. I never knew Dylan could be so dominant, so controlled, so feverishly insatiable. And more so, I never knew I was so hungry to be his submissive.  He continued towards me with the little cylinder. My hips fought uselessly against the restraints, unable to buck away from the tiny torture device. His thumb and forefinger spread my lips apart, exposing my dripping slit. He slid his index finger inside my aching sex and pumped it deeply in and out. I was moaning around the little plastic ball spreading my mouth open as Dylan fucked me steady. He removed it with no warning, bringing my juices up to my clit, rubbing in tiny circles. His thumb and forefinger gently pulled the tender flesh covering my clit upwards, exposing the nerve covered nub. I was completely at his mercy, and at this point, I didn't know if he still had any. He brought the little sucker down onto the raised flesh of my clit, against my screaming pleas.  My body thrashed helplessly as he began twisting the knob clockwise. "Alright baby girl, I'm going to twist this little knob 4 times. With each twist, your little clits gonna get sucked harder and tighter into the barrel. I want to hear you count out loud with me. Can you do that?" Dylan was taunting me. "Y-yes." I choked out. He looked at me with one eye brow raised. "Yes daddy," I corrected. He began turning the little knob, the first turn came almost unnoticed, sucking the excess air in the tube, "one." I said almost with confidence. His fingers began the second turn and I immediately felt the pull on my tender flesh as it was sucked into the little plastic chamber. I hissed out "two." Dylan smiled at my predicament, and continued into his third turn of the knob. This time, my clit already engorged, pressed tightly within the walls of the chamber throbbed with a hint of arousal. "Three," I said holding in my thoughts. With one final turn, Dylan completed his assault on my swollen clit. It was similar to oral, when a man sucks for a second, but constant. Constant pleasure, almost painful to endure. My senses were overwhelmed, my body threatening to release another orgasm against its will. Satisfied with his punishment, Dylan took a step back to admire his handiwork, taking great pleasure seeing the tiny puddle dripping below my pussy onto the seat of the chair. The clock read an agonizing 22:46 as I lay bound and gagged. Dylan seemed to notice the clock as well and wasted no time reaching around for the blue monster of a dildo. He began rubbing the silicone cock head up and down my creamy slit. He smirked. "You know, darling. I had lube for this occasion, but" he glanced down again, "it seems you've got that part covered." The things I would've said to this man If I wouldn't have been handicapped by the ball gag. I let out a frustrated whine instead. "Patience baby, daddy's gonna fuck you." I felt the tip slide in between my slippery folds and enter me. Unlike a real cock, this veiny imitation was cold. It was rigidly hard and inhumanly thick. He pushed it into my aching pussy about 5 inches deep. My walls eagerly pulling it deeper, gripping tightly to the veins and ridges. "That's good baby, but it's gotta go deeper." I shook my head wildly back and forth. Dylan, of course, smiled at this. He began working the dildo in and out of me at a frantic pace, slamming into my g-spot with each pointed thrust. My body quivered but there was nothing to do other than relent to the command of the bulbous cock. He stretched my walls, forcing it deeper and deeper inside me. I was screaming obscenities behind the ball
gag, it felt as though my pussy we're going to split in half if he kept ramming it inside me. Then I felt the cold pressure of two small mounds. The massive thing was balls deep inside my submissive pussy. The thick head pressing against the opening of my cervix, my walls clamped tight around the shaft. He began Fucking me hard and fast. Full strokes, coming almost completely out, only my lips keeping the head inside, then slamming the full length of the dildo back inside me. My legs were shaking from pleasure, my body squirting with each pull out of the toy, covering Dylan in a spray of my sweet fluids. My orgasm crashed around me, bringing me nearly to tears as the waves of pleasure wracked my body. Every thrust sent another contraction onto the dildo, pushing it further inside me. Dylan continued to fuck me through my orgasm. Tears streamed down my face from the sheer stimulation of it all. He held my hand as he brought me down from my high, milking my pussy til I had squirted every drop onto him. He brought his hands up to my face and brushed my cheeks, wiping my tears away. He unclasped the ball gag and kissed my aching lips. The gag had forced my mouth open for so long I almost couldn't close it. He tongue comforted the insides of my mouth as his lips sucked the pain out of mine. This moment was raw, vulnerable, and beautiful. His lips pulled back from mine and his fingers quickly released the cylinder from my clit. The loss of pressure stung at first but my body relaxed and the swollen, stiff bundle of nerves slowly adjusted to freedom. I was a mess in his arms. The clock read 9:51. Just under 10 minutes. "This last one is mine," he said with authority. "No toys, no games. Just me and your body." I nodded bravely, prepared to give him one more orgasm. He kissed down my chin, breasts, and stomach and sat at the chair in front of me. Whatever doctor he had begun as, had faded into a man in love with a woman. His fingers caressed my body lovingly and his two longest entered my opening, rubbing my g spot gently. His thumb reached up and softly traced circles over my still engorged clit. Moans rippled out of my mouth with each touch. He picked up the pace with his thrusts and curled his fingers inside me. His thumb swirled and flicked my clit, adding and removing pressure with the depth of my moans. His free hand laid above my clit, just under my stomach, and applied pressure, causing my insides to spark. My final orgasm was building and I couldn't hold it much longer. 2:33 on the clock. "Dylan- shit- daddy," I said through clenched teeth. "Need. You. Please." He did as I asked and fucked me hard with his fingers, pushing them deeply inside my aching body, thumb swirling and shaking on my clit. I felt the pressure, the knot untying, the last orgasm. I screamed his name as he rode out my high. His hands worked me til I was putty, bending at his will. His lips came down upon my clit, sucking gently, then traced down to my swollen hole. He licked my mess clean, pushing his tongue inside me to taste any lingering cum. The timer went off with a blaring alarm. Dylan rose to collect it. "Your sixty minutes in heaven are up, Ms. Dean. You performed very well, 4 orgasms for your first time is very, very good." I blushed as Dylan moved back to his clip board to "take notes". He smiled over at me and removed his coat. He slowly moved over and unlatched each one of my restrains, my hands immediately finding  each wrist and rubbing the sore skin. I was free. Dylan took my hand and kissed me tenderly. "I've got something I'd like to show you," he said with a smile

A/N: guyssssss should I keep updating this story??? Or end it here and work on a few more one shots? Any ideas/kinks/things to try would be appreciated! Comment and vote as always, I truly love your support ❤️