Caminah Smuts

Sweet Torture

It feels like it's been hours, but it's probably only been fifteen minutes since Dinah turned on the vibrator. It's so low, Camila barely felt it at first. But as Dinah dragged a crop over her naked skin in feather light trails, it started to become unbearable really quickly.

She needs more.

"Dinah, baby, please." Camila's voice is breathy and desperate, but that's apparently not enough to satisfy Dinah, because the vibrator stays low and the crop continues its maddening path across her skin.

If Camila could move, she'd grind into the torturous device, make it be enough. But Dinah has her hands tied above her head and her legs spread. She can't move. She is entirely at her girlfriend's mercy.

And she loves it.

Dinah knows just how to break her down, make her beg, and make her feel amazing. She knows exactly when and where to put pressure. The crop brushes over a spot on her shoulder and makes her arch and shudder and let out this long sound that is somewhere between a moan and a whine. Dinah smirks at that. "You haven't earned it yet, Mila. And I'm still playing."

She proves it by dragging the tip of the crop just barely over her nipple. Camila's breathing picks up, she can feel goosebumps rise and a shiver runs up her spine. She's panting and desperate and she can hardly form words. The beginning of tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She can still feel the barely there pulses of the vibrator and it wracks her body. For a moment, she feels like it'll be enough, like she can finally get over the edge and release, but the moment is gone as soon as it comes and she wiggles in frustration.

"Ah ah, still still, Mila. I didn't say you could move."

Camila stops moving immediately. As desperate as she is for something, more, the last thing she wants is to disappoint Dinah. So she stops. But she can't keep a stopper on the sounds spilling from her throat. Occasionally, something that resembles a word would slip out. She'd beg and plead and Dinah would just smile and keep at it with the crop.

There are tears streaming down Camila's cheeks before she feels an absence. The crop isn't touching her anymore. Her eyes open (she hadn't even realized she had closed them) and Dinah's face is there in front of her. She leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips and suddenly the vibrator jumps in intensity.

It's barely more. Probably only one setting higher. But Camila is so strung out that it's more than enough. She moans and whines into the kiss, her body squirming. Dinah smiles and Camila can feel it against her lips.

Her toes curl and her body spasms as the vibrations pulsing against her push her over the edge. She comes with a cry and Dinah swallows it, quiets her with her gentle lips.

When Dinah finally turns off the vibrator, Camila slumps with a little smile. Sated and so pleased. She doesn't register that Dinah still hasn't untied her, doesn't notice her move between her legs. She hardly felt when Dinah took away the vibrator.

Dinah's tongue though. That she notices.

It's hard not to, with how good it feels. Even overstimulated as she is, still coming down from the last orgasm. She should have expected this, Dinah never lets her get away with just one orgasm. Always needs to make sure she can't stand after.

The sounds spilling from her lips are a constant stream of curses and moans and whines. She struggles, the overstimulation too much. But Dinah is persistent, laving her tongue in circles and laps, then flattening it and licking a long stripe. Always changing her approach, always finding something new as soon as Camila thinks she is starting to get used to something.

The second orgasm comes quickly and Camila screams. Her legs are shaking and she feels like she's locked up. She can't breathe as waves of pleasure shake her whole being. In that moment, nothing exists. All that matters is what she feels. It's like she's floating and there's nothing. Just the feeling of Dinah's hair brushing the insides of her thighs and her lips against her skin.

She comes to with Dinah's smell in her nose and her fingers stroking her cheek. Her eyes open and her head turns to stare into familiar deep browns. Dinah smiles and Camila finds she has her limbs free, rolls over and throws an arm around Dinah's waist.

"Hey."

Dinah leans forward and pecks Camila's lips. "Hey, Mila. How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic."

Fingers brush through her hair. "Good. You were so wonderful, baby. So so good for me."

Camila blushes and buries her face in Dinah's neck, clinging to her. She takes a deep breath and sighs as Dinah trails senseless patterns in her skin. Then, after several moments of silence, "Dinah?"

"Yeah, Camila?"

"I love you."

She can feel Dinah's breath hitch and her fingers still. But it's hardly a second before she continues the patterns. It takes several more moments before she opens her mouth and barely breathes a reply. "I love you too, Camila."