anythingulike_69
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"What in the blue blazes are they doing?"
Samantha heard the outraged exclamation but she had eyes only for Everett as he stepped away from her, going back into the hotel room and sliding the balcony door closed between them. Leaving her naked. Bound. Exposed.
"You stay out here... until you convince me you will never doubt my resolve for you. Till you convince me you will never doubt me again."
Panic filled her belly, fluttering almost as wildly as the vibe inside her. Could reporters see her? Were photographers snapping pictures of her at this very moment? Pictures of her naked, with her legs lewdly spread, her hands bound behind her back, weights hanging from her pierced nipples, a ring gleaming between the lips of her shaved pussy?
"Kneel."
She lowered herself awkwardly to her knees and in that instant, felt the vibe's intensity increase. She bit back a low moan, hoping her elderly audience couldn't hear as well as they obviously could see.
"You cum before you convince me... and you spend the night out here."
She trembled. Horrified embarrassment, shame at being so displayed for anyone to see washed over her. She could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. Could they see the marks on her body? The flood of her own juices drooling down her thighs? Did they recognise her? Or did the darkness offer her some anonymity?
She whimpered, feeling the orgasm beginning to swell, threatening to consign her to spending her wedding night alone on the balcony.
And yet all her emotions… the fear, the shame, the humiliation… somehow it all twisted and tangled and twined with the all-encompasing love she had for her husband. It all conspired against her, each intensifying the whole.
Tears flooded her cheeks as she cried out, unable to squeeze her knees together in an attempt to hold off her impending climax.
"Did you see what he did to her? I am calling the police! That is not right!"
The angry words drifted across to her and utter panic gripped Samantha for a single heart-stopping moment.
She threw her head back, glaring icy daggers directly at the older couple. "Mind your own business, bitch," she gritted, struggling to hold back her screaming release. "I am on my honeymoon, and whatever games my husband and I play are nobody else's fucking business. Literally." Samantha gasped, twisting her hips, panting for breath. She pinned another glare on the shocked woman. "If you don't like it, don't fucking watch!"
She shuffled closer to the glass, pressing her face against the sliding door. "Master, please…"
She shuddered, the vibe seeming to intensify, everything conspiring against her.
"And when you hear screaming over here..." she gasped toward the other balcony, panting, "it's called an orgasm… in case you've never had one."
She collapsed against the sliding glass door, whimpering. "Master, please… I can't hold… please… no more doubts. I swear." She could feel the tingles travelling her spine, the trembling beginning deep in her thighs. "please… don't suffer alone on your wedding night… please… so sorry, Master… I can't… I can't… please…"
Samantha heard the outraged exclamation but she had eyes only for Everett as he stepped away from her, going back into the hotel room and sliding the balcony door closed between them. Leaving her naked. Bound. Exposed.
"You stay out here... until you convince me you will never doubt my resolve for you. Till you convince me you will never doubt me again."
Panic filled her belly, fluttering almost as wildly as the vibe inside her. Could reporters see her? Were photographers snapping pictures of her at this very moment? Pictures of her naked, with her legs lewdly spread, her hands bound behind her back, weights hanging from her pierced nipples, a ring gleaming between the lips of her shaved pussy?
"Kneel."
She lowered herself awkwardly to her knees and in that instant, felt the vibe's intensity increase. She bit back a low moan, hoping her elderly audience couldn't hear as well as they obviously could see.
"You cum before you convince me... and you spend the night out here."
She trembled. Horrified embarrassment, shame at being so displayed for anyone to see washed over her. She could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. Could they see the marks on her body? The flood of her own juices drooling down her thighs? Did they recognise her? Or did the darkness offer her some anonymity?
She whimpered, feeling the orgasm beginning to swell, threatening to consign her to spending her wedding night alone on the balcony.
And yet all her emotions… the fear, the shame, the humiliation… somehow it all twisted and tangled and twined with the all-encompasing love she had for her husband. It all conspired against her, each intensifying the whole.
Tears flooded her cheeks as she cried out, unable to squeeze her knees together in an attempt to hold off her impending climax.
"Did you see what he did to her? I am calling the police! That is not right!"
The angry words drifted across to her and utter panic gripped Samantha for a single heart-stopping moment.
She threw her head back, glaring icy daggers directly at the older couple. "Mind your own business, bitch," she gritted, struggling to hold back her screaming release. "I am on my honeymoon, and whatever games my husband and I play are nobody else's fucking business. Literally." Samantha gasped, twisting her hips, panting for breath. She pinned another glare on the shocked woman. "If you don't like it, don't fucking watch!"
She shuffled closer to the glass, pressing her face against the sliding door. "Master, please…"
She shuddered, the vibe seeming to intensify, everything conspiring against her.
"And when you hear screaming over here..." she gasped toward the other balcony, panting, "it's called an orgasm… in case you've never had one."
She collapsed against the sliding glass door, whimpering. "Master, please… I can't hold… please… no more doubts. I swear." She could feel the tingles travelling her spine, the trembling beginning deep in her thighs. "please… don't suffer alone on your wedding night… please… so sorry, Master… I can't… I can't… please…"