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Edge of Ecstasy

Blindfolded and lying on satin sheets, I felt my entire world narrow to the sound of my breathing and the anticipation of my next sensation. My hands were tied loosely to the headboard with silk scarves, not for restraint but to remind me to surrender control. "Just relax," Marcus whispered somewhere to my left. Without sight, his deep voice alone sent a thrill through me. "I'm going to make you feel things... and you just tell me if it's too much." I nodded, biting my lower lip. My skin prickled with goosebumps, every nerve ending on high alert. The first touch was a gentle feather, trailing up my inner thigh. I gasped softly at the ticklish, delicate caress. It moved over my stomach, circled my breasts, gliding over my nipples until they hardened. I arched my back, a soft moan escaping me. The feather drifted away, and for a moment, I felt nothing but my pounding heart. Then came the heat. A warm, wet sensation on my right nipple—Marcus's mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue. At the same time, something cold grazed my left nipple. I yelped at the contrast. An ice cube, perhaps? The cold sting made my nipple pebble tightly, and Marcus soothed it immediately with his hot tongue, melting the ice and replacing chill with warmth. The combination made my head spin. He continued this torturous play across my body, following each cold stroke of an ice cube with the heated press of his lips or the warmth of a massage candle’s dripping wax. A tiny splash of warm wax landed on my belly, and I hissed at the quick sting, but it faded into a deep pleasurable warmth that spread through me. "Okay?" he murmured, kissing the spot he'd dripped. "Yes," I breathed, "yes, oh god... It's amazing." Between my thighs, I was aching and drenched, desperate for more. As if reading my mind, Marcus parted my legs further. I felt the ice cube glide along my inner labia, and I nearly levitated off the bed at the intense sensation. The cold against my hot, swollen folds was electrifying. Before I could even beg, Marcus replaced it with his mouth. His tongue delved between my lips, lapping at my clit with firm, warm strokes that made me cry out. The ice and heat in quick succession had my nerves misfiring in the most exquisite way. My orgasm was cresting fast, an unstoppable tidal wave this time. "Marcus... I'm gonna—" I cried. Marcus's hips slowed, tormenting me right on that razor edge. "Hold it," he ordered roughly, sweat beading on his forehead as he too fought for control. I was nearly delirious, every muscle taut as I tried desperately not to tip over. My vision blurred. Finally, perhaps seeing I truly couldn’t take more, Marcus relented. "Come for me, now," he growled, slamming into me hard. The command and the force of his thrust broke me completely. I screamed his name as the orgasm tore through me, more powerful than any I’d ever felt. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed while I shook violently against my restraints. My climax triggered Marcus’s own. With a roar, he drove deep and held, his cock throbbing within my spasming walls as he poured his release into the condom. He collapsed forward carefully, both of us trembling in the aftermath. Gently, Marcus untied my wrists and gathered me into his arms. I was limp and crying softly—not from sadness, but from overwhelming relief and bliss. He peppered kisses over my face. "You did so well," he murmured, stroking my hair. I nestled into his chest, utterly spent, a content smile on my lips. The torture had been worth it; in Marcus’s arms, I felt like I was floating, having finally been allowed to tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

by Harper

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His Turn to Obey

Ethan knelt on the bedroom rug, completely naked except for the black leather collar around his neck. His breath came quick and shallow as he watched Vanessa saunter toward him in her high heels and form-fitting corset. In her hand, she held the strap-on harness she’d just finished adjusting around her hips. The silicone phallus jutted out proudly, and the very sight made Ethan’s own cock twitch with anticipation. "You’ve been such a good boy for me," Vanessa purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Are you ready to obey?" "Yes, Mistress," Ethan murmured, eyes shining with devotion. His voice trembled with excitement. He had given up control to her tonight, and the thrill of surrender coursed through his veins. Vanessa guided him onto the bed on all fours. Gently, she applied cool lube between his buttocks, her gloved fingers working him open with slow, deliberate strokes. Ethan moaned, pressing back against her touch, earning a soft chuckle from her. "Someone is eager," she mused. When she positioned the tip of the strap-on at his entrance, Ethan forced himself to relax. Vanessa leaned over his back, her breasts grazing his skin as she whispered in his ear, "Remember your safe word?" He nodded, "Jasmine, Mistress." He wouldn’t need it—he wanted this badly—but her asking made warmth bloom in his chest. She always took care of him. With a steady push, Vanessa began to penetrate him. Ethan hissed at the stretch, a mix of ache and incredible fullness. "Breathe, darling," she reminded, caressing his sides. He exhaled and the tension eased. Slowly, she slid all the way in until her hips met his backside. "Good boy," Vanessa praised, voice thick with arousal at the sight of her submissive yielding to her. Ethan whimpered in pleasure. Being filled by her, used by her, felt unbelievably erotic. Vanessa started to move, pulling out partway before thrusting in again with a firm but controlled rhythm. Each inward drive of her hips pressed against Ethan’s prostate, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure through him. He groaned loudly, fingers clawing at the sheets. "You like that, don’t you?" Vanessa cooed, gripping his hips. "Yes, Mistress... oh god, yes," he gasped. She picked up the pace, the room filling with the lewd sounds of their bodies meeting. Ethan's neglected cock swung heavy beneath him, droplets of pre-cum dripping onto the sheets with every thrust. Vanessa reached around with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Ethan nearly sobbed with relief at her touch. She stroked him in time with her thrusts, driving him utterly wild. The combined stimulation was more than he could bear. His world narrowed to the thick length claiming him from behind and Mistress’s skilled hand milking his cock. "Please... please, Mistress," he babbled, not even sure what he was begging for—release, more, everything. Vanessa leaned forward, her back arching as she pounded him a little harder. "Come for me, pet," she commanded, voice husky. With a strangled cry, Ethan obeyed. His orgasm crashed over him, cum spurting over Vanessa’s fingers and the sheets as he shook violently from head to toe. Vanessa held him through it, slowing her movements but keeping the pressure inside him as his muscles spasmed in ecstasy. When he finally slumped, spent and trembling, she carefully withdrew and turned him over. Ethan gazed up at her, chest heaving, eyes glazed in bliss. Vanessa smiled and removed the strap-on before crawling up beside him. She brought her slick fingers (still coated in his release) to his lips, and he dutifully licked them clean, tasting himself. "Good boy," she whispered, kissing him softly now, full of affection. Ethan melted into her arms, his body humming with satisfaction and love. Serving her desires had never felt so good.

by Gwen

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