Over The Edge – Part 4

I’m terribly sorry for the delay in posting these last two parts. I hope you enjoy Part 4. Part 5, the conclusion, will post tomorrow. Thank you for reading. ~Elle xoxo

Over The Edge, Part 1

Over The Edge, Part 2

Over The Edge, Part 3

Sir walks into the kitchen and stops short as soon as he sees me. My eyes widen and I’m still struggling to get free. He looks mad.

His voice booms, “What have you been doing?” I can’t answer because of the ball gag. He removes it.

“There was a man here. He tied me up and gagged me.” As I was telling him I could see that the stranger was just around the corner, but I could only see his back.

“This doesn’t look like you were attacked. This looks like you were playing. Were you playing?”

“No, Sir,” I said emphatically, “He had a knife and grabbed me from behind. He said he would kill us if I didn’t do what he said.”

“I think you were playing.”

Sir reaches between my legs and runs the tips of his fingers in the wet spot on the seat. He squats right in front of me and holds his fingers to my eyes. My body has betrayed me. Sir wipes my juices on the faint x carved between my breasts.

“But, but…” I stammer.

Firmly, but with just a hint of laughter in his voice Sir demands, “No more talking from you! You are not allowed to make a sound until I give you permission.”

He calls to the stranger. The stranger rounds the corner and I clench my jaw. He is wearing the same leather mask the intruder wore. The stranger is the intruder! He saunters over carrying the duffel bag, drops it at my feet and gives me the most devious smile. I remain expressionless.

The strange intruder pushes me in my chair close to the wall. He reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out a wand and more rope. I squeeze my eyes shut because I know what’s coming. He positions the wand on my clit and wraps the rope around my thighs and the seat of the chair to secure it. He plugs it in and turns it on the low setting.

“Remember, you are not allowed to make a sound,” Sir reiterates.

Sir and the strange intruder sit nearby and causally eat and talk. All I can do is try with all my might to not make a sound and fight my urge to cum. I don’t know how much time goes by because it’s all a blur. I hear them laugh, I know they’re watching, but I can’t open my eyes. Then suddenly the wand stops. I am trembling. I open my eyes.

Sir unties the wand and then the rest of my restraints. He turns me around and tells me to rest my hands on the seat of the chair. Without any notice he plunges inside of me and starts fucking my ass hard. I hold back a scream. I am still not allowed to make a sound. He cums fast and hard inside me. He wraps his arms around me and turns my face toward him and kisses me tenderly. He strokes my hair. He lifts me off the chair, sits down in it and cradles me on his lap. He feeds me, continues to stroke my hair, and hums to me softly as he cares for me.

“You’re allowed to speak. How do you feel?”

“I’m very tired, Sir.”

I wake up again in bed, but this time my Sir is holding me close to him. It is bright in the room. Can that be? It’s 1:30 in the afternoon.

“Hi sleepy head, you did very well last night.”

 “Thank you, Sir.”

“I want you to take a shower and get yourself ready the same way you did last night. Your lunch will be waiting for you when you come out. After you finish eating come down stairs. This is a big day for you.”

I do exactly as I’m told. I walk into the living room and I’m greeted by a site that takes my breath away. A warm flush washes over me and I smile the biggest smile. It’s her!

To be continued…