Of course there’s a price. “Please.”

“Go on, little ghost. Ask.”

“Please,” I say. “Put it back on.”

I have never felt so embarrassed in my life.

“This one?” he asks. “Or should I try something else for you? Something even sweeter.”

I bite my lower lip, curious. The toy was so good but the promise of something better piques my curiosity. “I don’t know.”

“There’s no point being so very shy, with your cunt exposed to me and your cum all over the leather,” he says gently. “Tell me what you want.”

“Anything,” I reply. Then I remember the electric shock, see all the floggers and paddles and canes, and reword. “Anything that feels good.”

“Good girl. I’m going to make you feel really, really good,” he promises.

Keller gets to his knees, and once again surprises me, by lifting his mask high enough to uncover his mouth, and pressing his tongue between my legs. Wet and hot and soft, it flicks my clit, then runs along the opening.

My head flies backward, my hips lifting to give him better access, without my direction. Oh, fuck. He’s excellent at that. I wouldn’t have believed a mouth could be as amazing as the blowing, sucking toy, but Keller proves me wrong; he can do that, and so much more. Firm one moment, teasing the next, the man devours my folds and clit and entrance like it’s his favorite lollipop.

I am completely out of control, thrashing against the padded manacles hard enough to hurt myself, in my desperation to move. I don’t even understand why my limbs flail and buck like this, when I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want more, more, more of this, forever.

I can’t even see properly, my eyes full of tears at the sheer intensity of it. I’m sobbing, laughing, panting, and Keller keeps grinding his mouth to my pussy. Suddenly, there’s something cold and wet pressing lower, right against my asshole, and I don’t know what to make of it. I am too busy trying to survive the onslaught of sensations to assimilate another one. Even when it presses against it. I don’t know what the thing is, and I don’t care. My ass just lets it in.

“Christ,” Keller grunts, the word teasing my flesh.

It didn’t seem very large when it went in, but I’m so very full, the thing in my butt pressing my insides in a way that only increases my frantic race for a mind-blowing orgasm.

Keller moves the thing filling my ass, almost removing it entirely, then sliding it back in. I lift my ass as much as I can, demanding more as I scream. It’s so, so good. He does it again and again, fucking my ass with whatever he’s holding, all the while sucking, licking, tapping my clit.