“Play with myself?”

“Yeah. Show me how you masturbate.”

Okay. I slide my hand between my thighs.

“Bend your knees and spread your legs so I can see better,” he directs as he reaches for the drawer of his bedside table.

I do so and tease my clit with a finger. He tears open the wrapper of the condom and rolls it down his shaft.

“That all you do?” he asks.

“Mostly. I share a room with Amy, you know.”

He grins. “She ever catch you?”

I shake my head. “Though I walked in on her and her ex once.”

Darren takes my free hand and places it over a breast. “Work it.”

I feel myself up, feeling a touch self-conscious, but then, seeing the smolder in his eyes, I start to get into it.

“Nice,” he says. “Keep going.”

While I fondle and grope myself, he reaches for additional restraints near the ends of the headboard. I try not to think about how many women he might have bound to his bed.

Lifting my ankle, he claps on a restraint and does the same to the other. My legs are pulled apart in the air, toward the headboard behind me, making me wish I were more flexible. He pulls two pillows beneath me to elevate my butt.

“Don’t stop,” he tells me when I pull my hand from my clit.

He kneels before me and sinks his fingers into my slit. I continue to masturbate while he finger-fucks me. Our fingers graze against each other sometime. I can feel my wetness flow down to my crack. After several minutes, I’m on my way up to the peak of rapture.

I groan with delight when he replaces his fingers with his cock. Its hardness is exactly what I need. He rolls his hips at first, filling me with pleasure. Then he thrusts harder. I grunt in surprise.

“Too hard?” he asks.

“No,” I answer.

He bucks harder. “Can you take that?”

I nod.

But the next set of shoves are definitely uncomfortable. I grimace.

“Too hard,” he replies for me.

“Yeah.”

He reaches for the wand that was left in the bed and turns it on. “Hold this to your clit.”

Oh no. The wand is fabulous, but it takes a little getting used to at first. I touch it tentatively to my clit and try not to laugh. He returns to rolling his hips more gently. I press the wand a little longer on my clit this time. He watches me, amused and turned on. When it seems his patience is done, he grabs my hand and presses the wand more fully on my clit.

“Ahhh!” I cry out.

But my body adjusts to the vibrations and welcomes the stimulation. Darren moves his hips faster and harder, shoving me toward the headboard. He increases the pounding as the delicious percolation between my thighs intensifies. Soon, Darren is driving into me like there’s no tomorrow, but the stabbing pain is overshadowed by my impending climax.