Desires of a DJ

Chapters

Vinyl's W1SH (Pt. 1)
Vinyl's W1SH (Pt. 2)
Bedroom

Vinyl's W1SH (Pt. 1)

Vinyl Scratch shivered as she leaned against the brick wall of the club, reclining beside the back door as her breath fogged in front of her face. She tapped her foot impatiently against the floor of the alley, huffing impatiently as she waited for—

“Sup, Neon?” she called as the door opened and a spiky, dark haired man in black shirt and slacks stepped out beside her. She tossed him a lazy tilt of her head, and he returned it with a small smile that seemed out-of-place with his severe appearance.

“Nothin’ much, Vinyl. What about you?” he asked, moving over to lounge beside her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Just getting ready to head home. I gotta say, though, your work with the lights was better than usual tonight. It almost wasn’t shitty,” Vinyl answered, mischief glinting in her ruby eyes as she met Neon’s gaze.

Neon snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, and your music almost didn’t make my ears bleed this time,” he retorted.

Vinyl opened her mouth and prepared to reply again, but another shiver passed over her and she wrapped her arms around herself, muttering, “Damn, it’s cold. I wish I’d worn a jacket.”

Smiling, Neon scooted closer to her, casually draping one arm over her shoulder and pulling her close. “How about that?” he asked, feeling some of his body heat seeping into her already.

“That’s not bad,” she demurred, gratefully settling in closer against him.

Without warning, Neon twisted so that his hands rested on Vinyl’s shoulders, pushing her back against the wall as his lips clamped over hers. Past her surprised grunt, her lips soon parted and his tongue entered her mouth. It collided a few times with her own tongue before, relenting, Vinyl allowed him to explore. As his tongue ran over the sharp points of her incisors and caressed the inside of her mouth, Neon couldn’t help but notice the dual points of hardness as Vinyl’s nipples stiffened and rubbed against his chest. “How about that?” he asked again, breaking away from the kiss to look into her eyes, alive with dancing light.

“That was good,” she said, breathing a little heavily. “You know I like it rough, anyway.”

“Oh, do you now?” Neon asked in faux surprise. Vinyl only rolled her eyes in response. “So, you heading home, or what?”

“Actually, I was thinking of maybe going home with you. If you’re up for it,” she admitted.

Neon eased off of her and, extending his arm, allowed Vinyl to reclaim her place against him as he turned and started to walk.

“So, how rough do you want it tonight?” he asked conversationally.

“Very,” she answered without hesitation as they turned the corner and were lost to the night.

“Well, Vinyl, this is quite an . . . interesting situation we find ourselves in,” Neon Lights said. Pushing his tinted glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, he smiled as he looked down on the supine form of Vinyl Scratch. She glared back up at him, red eyes smoldering with defiance as the muscles in her shoulders and torso tensed, testing the strength of the handcuffs that bound her wrists behind her back. The flexing of her body pulled the white tee shirt concealing her upper body tight against her chest, outlining the substantial cups of her breasts.

“Mmm,” Neon grunted, his tongue running over his lips in anticipation. “Keep struggling like that; it’s hot.” Vinyl’s glare deepened and she continued trying to free herelf. Cold metallic ringlets encircled her wrists, tether together by a series of interconnected links that her fingers kept running futilely over.

Suddenly, Neon knelt down so that he was practically eye level with Vinyl; his hands reached out and traced the firm outlines of her breasts, fingers teasing at her nipples. “Mmph,” she groaned in protest, her objections silenced by the plastic ball filling her mouth, held in place by a band encircling her head. She pulled herself backwards across the floor, scooting until she was pressed up against the wall of the room. Chuckling, Neon slowly stood and followed, looming over her. He knelt down again, his weight settling on Vinyl’s legs to keep them from moving. He pinched each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, caressing them through the slight protection of her shirt’s fabric. He pulled them in circular motions, causing Vinyl’s breasts to follow suit.

Ignoring her attempts to use her legs to dislodge him, Neon moved his head to just above Vinyl’s shoulder to plant a kiss on her neck. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmured as he continued to toy with her nipples.

“Nnh,” she grunted against the gag in her mouth, shaking her head from side to side and messing up her erratic, spiky, shockingly blue hair.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you love it,” Neon said in the same even tone. His fingers paused their playing, with each of his index fingers resting directly against one of her nipples. Grinning, he drove his fingers inwards, pushing against her breasts as far as their round masses would permit, driving her nipples inwards until they were lost in the compressed forms of her breasts, stopped only by the unyielding muscle and bone underlying them.

Vinyl mentally braced herself and bore it; it was painful, but not painful enough that she would give Neon the satisfaction of crying out; that would only make him do it again. Finally, he released his pressure and allowed her breasts to rebound to their normal shape. Before Vinyl could be grateful for the reprieve, his thumb and forefinger again encircled her nipples. This time, they clamped down. The muscles in his forearm and wrist bulged and his arm shook as he squeezed mercilessly. “Nnh nnh . . . nnnnh!” Vinyl wordlessly begged as she blinked against the water that formed in her eyes. He pulled on her breasts as hard as he could, stretching them to their utmost while her nipples were still crushed in his iron grasp. He held them there for a dozen heartbeats, until Vinyl’s inarticulate protests fell silent and her cheeks were tracked with the liquid evidence of her pain. He released his grasp and they fell, bouncing, back to their normal positions. A dull, throbbing ache radiated away from the tips of her breasts, spreading through her chest as she breathed with forced steadiness, bracing herself.

“That was fun, Vinyl,” Neon said as he stood up. He walked across the room and rummaged in the drawer of the room’s sole piece furniture, a dreer, before returning to her. She mustered her will to look weakly up at him. Her eyes widened and an icy chill flushed through her at the sight of the shears held in his hand. “Ready for some more?”

Vinyl thrashed, heart hammering in her chest and beating against her ribs. Each rhythmic thump stole away her breath as she desperately pushed her back up against the wall, searching for escape. She mewled in dicomfort as the sharp point of the shears pressed into the soft flesh of her breasts. A fluid snap of its jaws sliced through the cotton fabric of her shirt. Her flesh shuddered and goose bumps sprang up as the cold steel trailed along the curves of her breasts, tearing away the marginal safety of her clothing.

Petrified by wariness of the cruel implement held so close to her body, Vinyl remained still as Neon swiftly left her shirt in tattered ribbons, shreds of fabric barely covering her breasts. Unceremoniously, he tore away even that small concealment, allowing them to hang freely and exposed.

It also revealed the toned form of her stomach and midriff, her abdomen defined just enough to be clearly visible, her torso narrow and tapering before widening out to form perfectly curved hips. Neon laid his hand lightly over her stomach, running his palm and fingers lightly over the slight indents and ridges that defined the muscles of her abdomen. Vinyl scowled, her eyes dancing with defiance as he explored. Finally, he stood again and stepped back, as if to admire his handiwork—

—And Vinyl struck, lashing out with one of her legs at his ankle. Pain shot through her as the side of her foot contacted with the hard bones of his ankle. “Godammit!” he hissed as Vinyl surged to her feet. He moved forward to meet her, encircling her in his arms before she could find her balance. She thrashed and struggled in his grasp, but her bound hands greatly limited the strength she could exert with her upper body. He forcibly dragged her across the room, step by unwilling step. Bearing down with his weight, he forced her to the floor. Quickly, he rolled her over onto her stomach and shifted so that he was kneeling on her back, pinning her immobile against the ground. “Heh. That was a good try, Vinyl, but I was gonna need you in this position sooner or later. All you really did was move things along for me, so I guess I should thank you for helping out,” he mocked.

He forced his hands under her belly, searching for the clasp of her jeans. As the finger toggle snapped open and he began pulling on the zipper, Vinyl’s struggles redoubled, but she was held securely. Even with her legs flailing and pounding on the floor as she fought, Vinyl’s pants still slid easily off of her, leaving her clothed only in innocent-looking white panties. “MMPH! NNGH!” Vinyl grunted as her teeth ground against her gag, a thin stream of saliva beginning to escape from the corner of her mouth to pool on the floor beside her head. Neon rolled his eyes and, keeping his weight on Vinyl’s back, stretched out to open the bottom drawer of the nearby dresser and reach inside. He pulled out a steel rod three feet long with a leather cuff secured by a metal rung to each end. He reached out and grabbed one of Vinyl’s legs by the ankle, holding it still while he quickly wrapped the leather restraint around her ankle, cinching it tight. Her other leg was quickly secured as well and Neon cautiously released her stepping back a few steps. He watched Vinyl continue to test the extent of her bonds, smiling as she came to the conclusion that the solid metal bar connecting the cuffs around her ankles kept her legs spread. Unable to open or close her legs any further and with her hands cuffed helplessly behind her back, Vinyl was vulnerable, on display and practically begging to be used.

Neon felt his member hardening inside his pants as he took in the sight spread before him and he closed his eyes for a second, imagining the future in vivid detail. “Vinyl, you are so fucked,” he said hungrily, relishing in his imaginations.

Neon’s eyes roved over Vinyl’s body, taking the opportunity to truly appreciate her form. Truly, she was beautiful; her shoulders and arms were chiseled with enough muscle to belie her strength without being masculine. Those shoulders connected to an-equally firm torso that provided a perfect hourglass shape before widening out again to from thighs and hips that were deliciously curvy. Her rear was wide and round; it was intriguing and it practically begged to be fondled.

The only parts of her still concealed were covered by the thin membrane of fabric encircling her hips and concealing two of her three openings awaiting their proper punishment. Satisfied, he returned and sank to his knees beside Vinyl’s head. Viciously, he grabbed a handful of Vinyl’s blue hair and twisted, pulling her head around to look him in the face. He coolly returned Vinyl’s heated gaze and scowl, saying, “Now that I’ve got you properly restrained, what do you say we take that gag out of your mouth? But only if you promise to be good.” Vinyl hesitated for a long period of time punctuated only by her somewhat labored breathing, her disdain etching itself into every line of her face. Finally, though, she nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Neon said as he slipped open the clasp that held her gag in place. “It’s so much more fun when I can hear you properly,” he observed as Vinyl moved her jaw, working it free.

“Man, you don’t screw around,” Vinyl observed. She grunted, shifting as she tested herself against her bonds once again. Just like before, her legs stayed invitingly open and her hands stayed cuffed behind her.

“Hey, you said you like it really rough,” Neon observed as he reached across her face to wipe away the trail of saliva coming from her mouth.

“I wasn’t lying,” Vinyl said. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna make it easy for you, either.”

Neon smiled down at her, saying, “That’s good. I hope it takes a while for you to understand exactly what you asked for. But first, you're gonna learn a very important lesson."

"That you're a bastard?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. Neon rolled his eyes, and opened another drawer in the cabinet, pulling out a series of plastic spheres connected to each other by short lengths of rope. Grinning wickedly, he turned around with them clearly visible, dangling in his grasp.

"Oh, hell no," Vinyl protested as she renewed her struggles.

"Here's the deal, Vinyl," Neon said as he sat down comfortably beside her. His hand traced the fleshy contours of her rear, the gentle motions sending sensual ripples through her soft, supple curves. He kneaded the yielding, spongy skin, enjoying the way her rounded cheeks molded to his hand. "Your body is now my personal property. You will address me as 'master' or 'sir'."

"The fuck I am," Vinyl spat.

"That's one." Smiling, Neon deftly yanked down her panties, revealing her narrow slit, situated between her thighs, and the puckered opening directly above it. He held up one of the beads against it and, pinching it between his fingers, forced it inside her.

"Shit," she gasped as the spherical plastic surface slipped inside her, it's presence a constant and uncomfortable pressure.

"Two," he said as another bead forced its way inside, driving the first one deeper.

"Fuck . . . you," she panted.

"Three."

"Nngh," Vinyl moaned as her sphincter contracted, squeezing against the plastic beads.

"Just say it, Vinyl. It doesn't have to be this hard on you," Neon said.

"I'm not gonna fuckin' say it," Vinyl said.

"Four," Neon said as he drove another of the strand past her puckering opening. "You must really love this, since you keep making me do more."

Vinyl writhed, trying futilely to dislodge her tormentors. Finally, she lay her face down on the carpeted floor, her hair falling forward to cover her eyes. "Fine," she muttered. "I'll say it."

"What will you say?" Neon asked.

"Master," Vinyl said, her inflection flat.

Another bead squeezed past her rosebud. "Five," Neon observed.

"S-stop!" Vinyl groaned, shuddering. "I said it, didn't I?"

"You didn't say it right."

"H-how am I supposed to say it?" she panted, looking back over her shoulder. Without replying, Neon pushed the final bead inside of her, seating it deeply inside with a small string dangling out. Vinyl tensed, but the bar prevented her from closing her legs. Her ass squeezed, contracting against the beads inside of her. "Oh fuck" she moaned, her voice hoarse and raspy. Her eyes widened in fear as she felt another bead pushing against her, beginning to spread open her tight opening. "N-no! Please, no, master! I'm sorry, I'll say it!" It pushed insider her, clacking up against the last bead of the first string. "HNG!" she panted, legs shaking. "Master! MASTER!" Grinning, Neon forced the second bead of the new string past the quivering opening. S-stop! Master!" The next bead entered her. "Oh, fuck!" she called out. "Master," she hurriedly appended.

"That's nine," Neon idly observed.

"S-stop, please . . . "

"Ten, now."

"AAH!"

"Eleven."

"N-no more, please, master," Vinyl begged.

"And that's twelve; two full sets," Neon announced triumphantly. "Would you like to make it three, or have you learned your lesson?"

"Y-yes, master," Vinyl sobbed, her breath coming in panting heaves.

"What have you learned?" Neon quizzed.

"T-that you own me, and I have to call you master," Vinyl answered.

"Good girl. Now we can move on to the rest of your punishment."

"No! No, please!"

"No, what?"

"No, master," Vinyl corrected.

"Better. That little slip up's gonna cost you, though." Ignoring her protests, Neon pulled out a roll of black electrical tape, deftly tearing off a strip. He spread open the skin of her ass, revealing the pulsing form of her rosebud. He quickly slapped the strip of tape over her abused orifice, sealing it up.

"Now for some more fun," Neon said. He trailed his fingers down from her stretched rosebud to her labia, wettened from the attention paid to other parts of her body. Two fingers slid inside, her dampness yielding instantly to his touch.

"MMN!" Vinyl moaned as his fingers explored, stroking and caressing.

"Do you like that, Vinyl? Do you like me fingering you?" Neon asked, slipping a third finger inside her and spreading her even wider. Vinyl moaned again, and Neon was rewarded with fresh wetness coating his fingers. "You're so wet already. Everything I've done has got you turned on, huh?"

"N-no," Vinyl denied, panting.

"Oh, really?" Neon asked, unbelieving. "Your slick little pussy tells me you're lying. I think lying to me deserves punishment."

"N-no, master, please," Vinyl begged.

From the same cabinet that had housed the rest of the implements of Vinyl's torment, Neon drew out a thick, molded plastic toy in the shape of an erect penis, complete with bulging veins and ridges. Reaching around, he held the toy in front of Vinyl's face. "Please—" Vinyl shuddered in fear. "—Please, don't use that, master. I've learned my lesson."

Neon laughed, chuckling slightly to himself. "Don't worry, Vinyl. You'll end up liking it and begging for more." He pulled the toy away from her view, angling it against her moist entrance, pushing the tip just barely past her sensitized lips and spreading them slightly.

"HA . . . MMH!" Vinyl grunted into the carpet, breath caught in her throat as it slowly pierced her. Neon took his time, allowing the girth of the toy gradually spread her apart as it penetrated her. Vinyl quivered as it filled her, the muscles of her core rhythmically squeezing down on it. She could feel its pressure against the walls of her canal, slick with excitement, as it pressed forward. Her thighs quaked and trembled, but the spreader bar held her legs open against her struggles. Finally, its movement ceased and Vinyl slowly became aware of its presence inside her, completely filling up her emptiness. Deep inside her, her muscles contracted against the foreign invader, clenching it tightly enough to elicit another soft moan.

Neon patted her ass, smiling as the flesh jiggled provocatively and Vinyl moaned again. "See, that wasn't so bad," he said. "Hell, I'll bet you could've taken a much bigger dildo than that one. Maybe we can see about that later; I've got some real monsters I've been wanting to try out on somebody." Hearing no response from Vinyl save her labored breathing, Neon grasped the base of the toy and pulled it slightly out, revealing part of its length glistening with moisture. Vinyl gasped in surprise, then groaned deep in her throat as he pushed it firmly back inside, reseating it with a slight twist. "C'mon, Vinyl; just tell me that you want me to make you come."

"Nn . . . nooo,” Vinyl whined.

Neon's eyebrows rose quizzically. "You don't want me to make you come?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face. He again pulled the toy out of Vinyl, leaving its tip barely teasing at her lips, before driving it forcibly into her again. "Really?"

Vinyl's body tensed and she screwed her eyes shut, shoving to the back of her mind the pressure forming inside her as she unwillingly contracted and squeezed against its shape. She shook her head weakly, and immediately felt his fingers brushing against her bottom as he again gripped the toy firmly in hand before pulling it out, coated in glistening fluid, and drove it back home. The cycle repeated several more times; each time it thrust back into her she rocked a little with its force, the round curves of her rear bouncing gently.

When it finally stopped, Vinyl's breath came in hot, heavy pants. Every muscle in her core screamed with tension as the walls of her canal clamped down on the ridged toy filling her. She could feel her own warm lubrication trickling out of her and her nerves danced with fire that demanded they be quenched before they consumed her. "Still don't want to come?" Neon asked lightly.

"Y-yes . . . please," Vinyl gasped, eyes closed in defeat.

"Say it properly," Neon ordered.

Vinyl sighed in resignation. "Yes, please, master," she breathed huskily.

"Beg me for it."

Choking back a sob of frustration, Vinyl begged, "Please, master! Please please please let me come!"

"Well," Neon said contemplatively, "I guess, since you asked properly, you deserve a reward." Quickly, he stripped off his own jeans and boxers. Sighing, he took his hard member in hand, feeling its engorged form pulsing with blood and arousal. He unceremoniously pulled the toy occupying Vinyl's slit out, revealing its spread lips coated with slick wetness. Easing himself forward so that he was looming over Vinyl on hand and knees, he gingerly lowered himself so that his length was just brushing against Vinyl's folds.

"W-what the fuck are you doing?" Vinyl demanded over her shoulder.

"How else did you think I was gonna make you come?" Neon asked slyly.

"I didn't—" Neon pushed forward, thrusting into her. "—Oooh . . . fuck!"

Neon closed his eyes, lost in rapture as his length practically melted past Vinyl's lips, hastened along by her wetness and squeezed by the clenching of her interior walls as he bottomed out, buried completely in her.

Vinyl grit her teeth, fighting against the animalistic cry trying to tear its way out of her throat. As he pulled out of her and pushed back in, each time a little more forceful, Vinyl eventually lost her resistance and her pleasure manifested itself in a long, staccato cry that matched time with the rhythm of her body as it tightened against Neon's pulsing member, practically massaging it with every stroke.

Certain that any resistance had been eradicated away by her sheer need, Neon clamped his fingers down on Vinyl's ass, his grip digging painfully deep, and began to rut her in earnest, each thrust deepening his own arousal.

Vinyl's heightened desires engulfed everything else, drowning out everything but the sensations of being ridden. Each time he pierced into her, her stomach contracted sharply and a low, throaty moan escaped her as liquid fire pooled up inside her very center. Each time he withdrew, she had a brief second of respite as she quivered, unsatisfied with her emptiness, before he drove back into her, sending fresh waves of blistering heat washing through her.

His breath coming now in harsh gasps, Neon grunted as the strength of Vinyl's warm, moist, inviting interior's grip on his member tightened.

Vinyl was gasping now, cheek resting on the carpet as sweat beaded along her face, moaning in perfect rhythm to Neon's thrusts. Every muscle in her body tightened, her limbs quavering as they strained against the bonds that held them.

She was ready; Neon could see that as plainly as day. He could read it in the tension of her shaking muscles, in the inarticulate moans escaping from her with each thrust, in the warm liquid coating his member and leaking out of her to pool on the floor and in the contractions struggling to force his own release every time he entered her. Screwing shut his eyes and tensing against his own fulfillment, he moved one hand from its death grip on Vinyl's ass and took a small nub of flesh, previously untouched, between his fingers, using his thumb to tease it out from its concealing sheath. Teasingly, he rolled it between his fingers.

Between one thrust and the next, Vinyl's every muscle simply melted. A huge shudder tore through her, tensing her already-tense body still further, straining at her body's limits as the muscles of her core spasmed a dozen times in rapid succession. She cried out, shrieking long and high, before falling into a rhythm of panting gasps. The walls of her interior twitched spasmodically a handful more times, each weaker than the last, and then Vinyl was finished. Her eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion and a smile formed on her face as a warm, fizzy sensation spread through her, calming the fires of need and frustration that had burned in her.

Vinyl barely noticed, and couldn't muster the energy to complain, when Neon's length, heavy and quivering with his own readiness, slipped between the rounded cheeks of her ass. Settling into the crack that split her meaty bottom, he thrust violently until finally, with a grunt, he reached his own conclusion. Warm strands shot out, landing on her back. Gasping, he stayed where he was for a moment, dripping a creamy white mess between Vinyl's rounded cheeks. "What," he panted, "Do you say, Vinyl?"

Vinyl stirred slightly, murmuring, "Thank you, master." She drifted mindlessly for a moment, lost in a warm sea of euphoria that cradled her gently. Her smile of satisfaction deepened as her mind treated her to a vivid picture of herself; wrists and legs bound, ass heavy and quivering with its unfamiliar load, labia fully coated in the fluids of her own arousal and Neon's load spread across her bare back.

Her post-coital bliss was interrupted, and her breath hitched in her throat, as her still-throbbing vulva was pierced again by the familiar black phallus. Whimpering as her walls clenched feebly against its renewed presence, she shook her head weakly. “Master, please,” she implored, writhing uselessly.

“What, you thought once was gonna be it? I’m gonna fuck you raw, Vinyl, and you’re gonna love every second of it. Just like you always do,” Neon answered, trailing his fingers down her spine, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. “But that’ll be after I finish teaching you your lesson about me being your master.” He smiled a predatory grin. “It’ll be something to look forward to after your punishment is over.”

Author's Note

This was largely inspired by the chapter "DJ... Submission...?!"[sic] of the fic "Loyal's Clop Bin".

I enjoyed that chapter a lot and it reminded me that I really wanted to read BDSM clopfic with Vinyl Scratch. After reading it, I realized that it was simply too short for my tastes. Since I couldn't find anything else, I decided to write my own fic to try and fill the void.

Please leave whatever feedback you can, in addition to rating/faving as you will, and I'll be eternally grateful.

Vinyl's W1SH (Pt. 2)

Neon stood and opened another drawer in the dresser, rummaging around. “You are ok to keep going, right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Vinyl panted from her bound position on the floor. “I’m good.”

“Great,” he said as he turned around, a half a dozen index cards clasped in his hand. “I want you to choose two numbers between one and six.”

“Uh . . . one and five, master,” Vinyl answered looking over her shoulder curiously.

“You just chose your punishments,” Neon explained as he sorted through the cards, picking out two specific ones. He turned them over and read the first one, which said, ‘Roll two dice. Forced to orgasm that many times in rapid succession.’ The second one read, ‘Clamps applied to genitals and nipples. Ring gag placed in mouth. Forced to provide oral sex.’ ”Good choices,” he said. He returned his attention to the drawer, rummaging among bottles of various lubricants and assorted sizes of dildos and anal beads, finally emerging with a blue vibrator and a pair of dice. The die clacked on the top of the dresser as he rolled them, tumbling and spinning until they came to a halt with six black dots visible. Smiling, he turned back to Vinyl and knelt down, vibrator in hand. He tugged on the black toy currently fitted snugly inside Vinyl’s sex, yanking it out. She gasped as her interior walls and labia, by now molded comfortably around the object, lightly twinged against their sudden emptiness. She bit back her protest, though, as a new length slipped inside her, parting her sensitive lips slightly with its width. She shifted her hips, testing the new intruder inside of her; it wasn’t as wide as the last one and didn’t stretch her as noticeably, but it was longer. Its rounded tip pressed against her cervix, leaving her trembling slightly with the sensation of being filled. “To start with, I rolled a pair of dice. I’m going to turn this vibrator on and you’re going to come that many times,” Neon said with relish.

“How many?” Vinyl asked, heart fluttering at the thought.

“I’m not gonna tell you. But it’ll be one extra, since you forgot to call me ‘master’ just now,” Neon said, flicking the switch on the base of the toy.

“Oh, shit,” Vinyl gasped as the buzzing vibrations spread through her core.

“That thing’s turned all the way up, by the way,” Neon observed as he sat down more comfortably, watching avidly.

Vinyl bit her lip as the constant pulsing in her spread through her interior walls and tickled at her sensitized lips, forcing her spent muscles to tense again. The incessant waves of stimulation washed through her, gradually increasing the pressure that twisted inside her like writhing snakes. A wordless moan escaped from her as, with a powerful spasm, her body channeled all of its strength into a massive contraction of her internal walls, clenching against the smooth surface of the source of the vibrations.

Her breath haggard and panting, she let her head fall to the floor in exhaustion as her muscles slowly relaxed. “That’s one, Vinyl,” Neon called, watching her reactions with obvious enjoyment as he began to harden again.

“Ngh,” she groaned in frustration as the toy sheathed inside her continued to stimulate her mercilessly. It took less time for her to respond this time; her thighs quaked with the strain as she squeezed against the vibrator, enfolding it more deeply inside her.

“That’s two,” Neon remarked as, with a shudder, she sagged against the floor, panting heavily.

“Fuck,” she spat as the quivering toy inside her continued to work. She once more clenched, interior muscles throbbing, unwillingly driving the vibrator into closer contact with her trembling core. This time her release was barely noticeable, swallowed immediately as she tensed yet again. “Aah,” she moaned pitifully, thrashing weakly.

“Three, now.”

“P-please, master, no more,” she begged, thrashing against her bonds. Her arms strained against the handcuffs still binding them, shaking with effort.

“You’re not even halfway done,” Neon observed lightly.

“Oh, god,” she sobbed. By now the vibrations seemed to have penetrated her completely, enveloping her in a constant state of arousal. Her ass clenched, the muscle of her sphincter squeezing against the dozen beads still taped inside. “F-u-u-u-ck,” she wailed, drawing the word out with a strangled moan.

“You’re doing good, Vinyl. That was your fourth.”

Panting helplessly now, Vinyl’s head sagged against the carpeted floor, thin trails of saliva running from the corner of her mouth. Her last orgasm had granted her no release at all; the tension pulsing through her nethers only continued to increase, drowning whatever pleasure her release had granted her. The muscles constricted against her anal beads drove them to the forefront of her consciousness. Their slight movements from her shuddering body were an incredible sensation that left her feeling completely and utterly filled and making her writhe even more, desperate to hasten her finish. This time, her climax was even less satisfying. Her interior walls twitched, slightly, and then returned to their strained state. “MMN!” she moaned throatily, overwhelmed as she tried to both tense and release at the same moment.

“Five,” Neon counted, running a hand lightly down his rigid member. Vinyl’s calves burned with angry heat, exhausted by her desperate attempts to close her legs. Her toes curled painfully inwards as she drooled onto the floor. Her peak followed hard on the heels of her last, ripping out of her with a strangled and wordless cry. “That’s the sixth time you came, Vinyl. You’d be done now if you hadn’t forgotten to call me ‘master’.”

“NNGH!” she moaned loudly, writhing impotently. Her muscles spasmed regularly, alternately squeezing against the smooth vibrator and the irregular shape of the anal beads clenched in her quivering ass. The tightness of her stimulated core mounted, building like a tidal wave pressing against a dam. Finally, with an animalistic howl, her resistance broke for the final time. Her internal muscles clamped down and released rhythmically and she howled again, overwhelmed by the feeling as her sphincter massaged the beads it held, grating against their unyielding shapes.

Seeing that she had finished, Neon reached out and, thumbing the switch, pulled the object of Vinyl’s torment out with a wet, sucking sound. Vinyl moaned again, this time in relief, as her stimulation was taken away. He smiled, seeing the thin trails of fluid trailing from the vibrator as he removed it. No longer plugged, more of Vinyl’s discharge poured out to trickle down her spread and quivering slit. “I want you to remember how this feels,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside her, drawing a weak contraction and a dismayed moan from Vinyl. “I want you to remember how it feels to come over and over again, helpless to stop it. I want you to realize that your body belongs to me. Do you understand, Vinyl?”

“Y-yes, master,” Vinyl weakly agreed.

“Good girl,” he praised, removing his fingers. “I’m going to prepare you for your next punishment. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, master.”

“Are you going to fight back?”

“No, master.”

“Good.” Neon rose to his knees, allowing his hardened length to bob as he released it. Reaching over Vinyl’s prone position, he rolled her over onto her back. “Sit up for me,” he ordered, helping her raise her body with a hand under the shoulder. “Don’t move,” he commanded as he went once again to search through one of the drawers containing a wide assortment of sexual toys, pulling out a metal ring attached to a narrow, clasped band as well as a handful of plastic clamps.
Standing behind her, he reached down and pressed the round metal against Vinyl’s lips. They parted immediately, allowing the cold surface to slip inside and slot into place between her teeth and lips. The clasp was quickly secured behind her head and Vinyl was left to experience her new gag. Metallic tang filled her mouth as its diameter held her mouth wide open, making it impossible to close. Her tongue slithered across its interior, finding no flaws or imperfections. Leaning close to whisper in her ear, Neon said, “Since you can’t use a safeword like that, snap your fingers if you want me to stop, alright?”

“Mmhm,” Vinyl grunted in agreement, nodding her head as well.

“Alright,” he said as he came back around to stand in front of her. “One last thing.” He knelt down, laying the small clamps down on the floor in plain view.

“Mmph,” Vinyl groaned through her gag as she caught sight of them.

Grinning deviously, Neon took one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling and squeezing it until it hardened in his grasp. Moving swiftly, he swept up one of the clamps, thumbed it open, pressed its jaws down over the erect tip of her breast and allowed it to close. “Nngh,” Vinyl sighed as it crushed down over her sensitive nipple. Soon enough her other nipple was similarly squeezed, eliciting another moan. She squirmed, groaning deep in her throat, as Neon took hold of one of her enflamed labia. He pulled it away, stretching it and pinching it slightly. “Ngh . . . ngh . . . UGH!” she grunted as three of the clamps closed over her fold in rapid succession.

“Good girl, Vinyl,” he murmured as he took hold of her unclamped-side. “Just a few more.” Her protests were reduced to gentle pants as the other three clamps snapped into place.

Finally, Neon stood back, examining his handiwork. Vinyl squirmed in discomfort; the pressure on her nipples was noticeable, like small, burning pinpricks. The sensation radiating from her nethers was far worse. Sensitized by the multitude of her recent orgasms, her folds ached in the clamps’ cruel grips, as if pierced by needles of fire.

Satisfied with Vinyl’s state, Neon briskly rubbed his hardened length. Sighing happily, he stepped closer to her, his member level with her face. “I think you get the idea, don’t you?” he asked slyly.

“Mhm,” she murmured in agreement, saliva beginning to trickle down her jaw from her open mouth.

With a thrust, Neon slid his member between Vinyl’s spread lips. Her hot breath washed over his length and slick saliva coated it as the soft tissue of her tongue ran along its underside.

Vinyl closed her eyes, submitting to the penetration as Neon’s hands braced her head, holding it immobile. “Does it feel good to have your mouth fucked while your pussy is clamped?” he asked harshly, maintaining a rhythm of thrusts.

“Mhm,” she managed to grunt.

Neon braced himself, member quivering. “Do you like having your mouth fucked while your ass is full of beads?”

“Mhm,” she groaned, shivering in delight.

After continuing to thrust for a while, Neon gasped, riding the precipice of his own release. A few more thrusts easily slid into her, firmly burying itself in her warm mouth. Feeling the spasm that heralded his climax, he pushed himself as deep into her tender opening as he could.

Vinyl had a bare second of warning; she felt Neon’s member quiver and then her mouth was flooded with hot, salty effusion. “Unhg,” she grunted as some of it began to trickle down her throat, listening to his labored breathing.

“I hope you like to swallow, because I’m not gonna pull out ‘til you do,” Neon finally said, running a hand through Vinyl’s hair. The muscles in Vinyl’s jaws worked as she tried to obey. He sighed as her efforts massaged his member slightly while she grunted in frustration; her gag and the presence of his hard length in her mouth prevented the movement that permitted her to swallow. “It’s not that easy, is it?” he asked teasingly. Resigned to her task, Vinyl focused on the slight motions of her cheeks and throat that were available to her. ”Careful, Vinyl,” Neon warned as her tongue brushed against his member as she struggled to swallow his emission. “If you make me come again you’ll have to start all over.”

Vinyl continued struggling to swallow the pool of semen filling her mouth, working her jaw futilely. “Urgh . . . mph,” she grunted in frustrated annoyance.

“Tell you what,” Neon said after a few moments. “How about I take that gag out for you and then you can try this again?” Vinyl nodded in agreement, looking up with grateful eyes. Neon pulled himself out, a sticky trail connecting the tip of his member to her mouth. “Don’t you dare try to swallow until I tell you,” he ordered, and Vinyl nodded her understanding. Reaching around her head, he undid the clasp securing her gag and let it fall away from her mouth. Without prompting, she opened her lips, waiting until Neon seated himself again in her creamy mouth. “Now, swallow,” he commanded. Vinyl’s jaw worked again, trying to swallow as ordered. The length of his member hindered the slight motion of her tongue that enabled her to swallow, but the freedom to move her jaw allowed her to generate a little suction. Bit by bit, she slurped down the thick fluid filling her mouth, letting it dribble down her throat. “Good girl,” he finally praised as he pulled himself out of her mouth again.

Vinyl ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the mix of her own saliva and Neon’s emission. “Thank you, master,” she answered.

Neon looked down at her, examining her critically. She slumped tiredly, a satisfied expression on her face. “You ready to be done, Vinyl?” he asked.

She exhaled sharply as she took stock of her spent and aching body. Finally, she nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I think so. I’ve had enough.”

“Alright. Hold still for a minute while I let you loose, then we can get you cleaned up.”

Vinyl reclined against the wall of the shower, savoring the sensation of jets of water washing over her sensitive nipples and soothing her throbbing labia. She sighed in gratitude as she flexed her bottom, relieved of the stimulation of the beads’ subtle movements.

Finally, feeling clean after her exposure to water and soap, Vinyl turned the knob of the shower and killed the water. Shivering as she stepped out of the warm water, Vinyl hurriedly toweled herself off and stepped back into her pants. Slipping one of Neon’s oversized tee shirts, she stepped out of the room and plodded barefoot down the hallway, stepping into a familiar living room. Neon, lounging on the couch, looked up with a piece of pizza halfway to his face. Seeing it, Vinyl’s stomach rumbled loudly, and she smiled awkwardly as ravaging hunger reared its head. “Help yourself,” Neon said, gesturing at a plate of more slices on the low table.

“Thanks,” Vinyl said gratefully. She sank down onto the couch beside Neon, snagging a piece of her own. Scooting closer, she leaned her head against his shoulder as she relaxed, savoring the spicy pizza.

“No problem,” he replied easily, slipping an arm around her shoulder. “You know I always take care of you.”

“Yeah, you do,” she agreed, snuggling closer. “Thanks for tonight. It was really good.”

“I’m glad,” Neon said. “You’re gonna stay the night, aren’t you?”

“Duh,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“I was just asking,” Neon defended. “I’d have walked you home if you wanted.”

“I know, but I’m fine right here.” Vinyl yawned, closing her eyes as Neon began to lightly stroke her hair.

“You really are a good girl,” he murmured.

“And you’re pretty cool too,” she answered quietly.

Quiet fell, and Neon flipped on the television, flipping through channels until something caught his eye. Soon, Vinyl was emitting quiet snores as she rested her head on his shoulder, soothed by the gentle motion of his hand running through her hair.

“Sweet dreams, Vinyl,” he whispered, smiling. “You deserve ‘em.”

Author's Note

I already have a scenario in mind for the next chapter, but if anyone has ideas, requests or suggestions you'd like to see in this story, I will consider them. I won't promise I'll write them, but I will think about them and write them if I like the sound of it.

Bedroom

Vinyl smirked at Neon as he walked into the bedroom, twirling a small metal ring around his finger. The small straps hanging from its side told her exactly what it was and the smile on her face left no doubt that she was thrilled by the prospect. The bed sank as he settled down beside her, reaching out a hand to stroke her messy, spiky, short-cropped blue hair. Vinyl leaned in closer to the caress, practically purring her approval like a contented cat.

“Ooh, Vinyl likes, huh?” Neon cooed at her. He continued his gentle ministrations, lightly scratching and massaging her scalp. Her answer was wordless, but the happy little noises she was emitting were answer enough. “C’mere, cutie,” he said as he sidled closer to her, allowing her to lean on him as he kept stroking her like an oversized pet. She had to trust him to hold her up, since the fact that her hands were bound behind her back kept her from being able to balance herself very well.

“Mmm,” Vinyl murmured. She tilted her face to peer up at Neon as he continued to run his fingers through her hair, safe and secure and more relaxed than anybody else could possibly make her.

“I’ve got something for you that I think you might want,” Neon said. He held up the metal ring he’d been twirling earlier for her inspection. “Open wide.”

Vinyl obediently opened her mouth, letting him slip the ring inside. It wedged properly behind her top teeth but Neon couldn’t wrestle it into position so that the whole thing fit inside her mouth. Vinyl grunted in discomfort as she spread her jaw as wide as it could go until it started to ache. Eventually, she had to shake her head in protest and he gave up trying to make the gag fit. “Sorry, Vinyl,” he said. “I guess it’s too big.”

She smirked at him; she couldn’t pass up such an obvious opportunity to be a smartass at Neon’s expense. “That’s something you’re not used to hearing, is it?” she asked.

“Oh, haha,” Neon countered. His attention was bent on the oversized gag; it looked like he was trying to crush it between his hands.

“What the heck are you doing?” Vinyl asked. She looked on curiously as he worked; if he was going to manhandle anything, she could think of better targets.

“It’s resizable,” Neon grunted. With a snap, the metal ring gave in and shrank to the next lowest size. “Now, let’s try that again. Open up for me.” Vinyl spread her mouth open again, and this time the gag slid perfectly and comfortably into place. “That’s a good girl.” She bowed her head as he reached around behind her to cinch the straps that held it in. “Is that okay?” he asked.

She ran her tongue around the metal circumference of the gag, testing its solidity and finding it to be in place very firmly; she certainly wasn’t going to be able to close her mouth with it in place. She could breathe just fine, though; she took several deep inhalations just to make sure. Plus, the straps that wrapped around her face weren’t so tight as to be painful. All in all, it was a very comfortable arrangement and she nodded in agreement to Neon’s question.

“Good,” Neon said. He sat back to admire his handiwork and she looked expectantly back, tongue lolling out through the open mouth that the gag forced on her and her wrists cuffed behind her back. He patted her cheek lightly, savoring the simple touch. “I think I’m gonna leave you alone for a little bit, Vinyl. To let you get . . . comfortable. How’s that sound?”

“Nnmph,” she murmured in objection. If she was going to lie all trussed up on her lover’s bed, there were better things to do than wait.

“Don’t worry,” Neon said with a reassuring pat on the head. “You know I’ll take good care of you. I won’t make you wait too long, either. I don’t want you to get bored.”

Exactly ten minutes passed before Neon returned for Vinyl. She should know; she had a clear view of the bedside clock counting off the time. The first five minutes acted like a magnifier for her frustration, driving her nuts as she seethed with wants and desires that weren’t being met. After that, though, she just kind of gave into her situation and laid down to dully watch the time pass while she waited for him to decide that she had been on tenterhooks long enough. There wasn’t anything else to do, anyways, but struggle futilely. That wouldn’t do anything but get her all hot and sweaty and wear her out before she even had any fun.

She hated waiting like this. She didn’t mind being tied up; in fact, she loved it as long as she was being played with. Just lying there helpless to do anything to take care of herself only made her hornier and needier. Of course, Neon knew that.

She perked up, however, when light footsteps announced that he had returned to tend to her. She rolled over to face him, quite intentionally trying to make herself look as inviting as possible. Neon paused, captivated by the sight she offered. Magenta eyes gazed back at him, sultry and even a touch demanding while thin tendrils of glistening saliva trickled down her chin as they escaped from the gag prying open her mouth. The delightfully firm mounds of her breasts were concealed by her shirt but they distended the fabric far enough to make it obvious that they would be immense fun to fondle.

He began walking towards Vinyl again, his movements like a stalking animal whose prey was eagerly awaiting it. The bed squeaked under his weight as he settled onto it. “You doing okay?” he asked. His question was totally nonchalant, as if he were asking an insignificant question instead of tacitly asking for permission to ravish her.

“Uhnhun,” Vinyl grunted in agreement. Then, realizing that she couldn’t really express herself verbally, she nodded her head for good measure.

“Glad to hear it,” Neon said. He slipped a hand under her tee-shirt, hiking it up just far enough to bare her stomach. His fingers trailed a slow line down her abdomen and paused at the waistband of her jeans. A swift motion of his hand unbuttoned them and drew down the zipper, letting the pink fabric of her panties peek through.

“Hrmm,” Vinyl moaned through the gag. Neon’s slight touches warmed her but, while she was grateful to finally be getting somewhere, she was still hoping he would pick up the pace a little.

“I know exactly what you want, babe” Neon said, almost as if he could read Vinyl’s mind. “I’m gonna make sure you really want to before I let you have it, though.”

She moaned plaintively, spreading her legs wider. It was her only way of communicating that she was ready right now.

“Oh, Vinyl,” Neon said lightly, like he was correcting a silly child, “I mean really”—he slipped a hand under her panties—“really”—tightened them into a knot—“really”—and pulled sharply—“want it.”

“Gaah!” Vinyl exclaimed as it dug into her. The soft fabric was like a silken knife as it rubbed against her: she knew it couldn’t hurt her, but as long as Neon kept the pressure up it felt like it was trying to slice through her. Her eyes started to sting with unshed tears of pain and he released his grip, satisfied that she had gotten the message.

“Enough of that, though,” Neon said. “I want you to go ahead and take your pants off for me.”

“Huh?” Vinyl asked. How the heck was she supposed to get them off by herself? Neon himself had tied her hands behind her.

“Hey, I unbuttoned and unzipped them for you,” Neon said. “The rest should be easy.”

Easy for him to say, maybe, she thought as she wriggled experimentally to see if she could dislodge the jeans that clung to her body. For once, her voluptuous hips worked against her; they filled her pants and kept them snug against her.

“By the way, I’m not laying another finger on you till those pants come off and I see those pretty little legs of yours,” Neon said.

Vinyl grunted in annoyance, wriggling and writhing and squirming as she fought against the fabric’s grip on her body. Getting it off her hips was the worst: every inch she dislodged them was an uphill battle against her own curves. She figured she was probably putting on quite a show for Neon, not that she minded too much. Finally, the waistband slipped past her knees and a final kick of her legs sent them flying onto the floor and she lay back, gasping triumphantly. She locked eyes with him, pleading for a reward for her success.

“Good job, Vinyl,” Neon said. He meant it too; she had worked hard to complete a difficult task. She deserved a little encouragement. “I think you’ve earned yourself a treat, sweetie. You’re gonna have to help me get you ready if you want it, though.”

“Mmk,” Vinyl grunted in agreement. She nodded her head vigorously too, lest Neon mistake her answer for anything other than “Please, please, please, yes!”

Without warning, he pulled down the panties that were nestled between her thighs. The sudden exposure made her gasp and her instinctive reaction was to close her legs. She resisted, though; that would probably just make Neon go get a spreader bar for her. She’d be fine with that, but she would prefer that he focus on “rewarding” her.

His fingertips brushed lightly against the newly-unguarded entrance to the most intimate part of her body, testing and exploring. It was warm and silky and a little bit moist. It was a good start, but not nearly good enough. “I need you to be nice and wet before you get your reward, Vinyl,” Neon said. He delicately traced the outline of her mouth with a pair of fingers, collecting the drool trickling from it.

He curled his fingers and slipped them into her mouth, swabbing around and coating them with more of her saliva. “Gahk,” Vinyl gagged at the intrusion.

“Don’t worry, I washed my hands,” Neon assured her. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, trailing saliva behind them.

“Mwaah!” Vinyl’s eyes widened as his slick fingers slid inside her, adding a thin coat of her own drool to her inner region. They fit inside her perfectly, filling her up just enough. The fact that they wiggled slightly inside her was just an extra bonus. If Neon kept this up, it would be a good “reward” in its own right.

“Almost there. You’ve just gotta help me out a little bit more,” Neon said. Vinyl worked her throat, dredging up another batch of fluid for him to take from her. She didn’t bother trying to track how many more times his fingers dipped into her mouth and then penetrated her, adding to her wetness bit by pleasant bit. Every second his fingers were inside her, her body eked out a little more lubrication of its own. Once she was glistening wet, Neon decided to take mercy on her. “You ready yet, Vinyl?”

“Uhn-huh” she managed to get out. Her eyes spoke far more eloquently, though: they practically begged him to fuck her. She wanted it so badly that it almost hurt; she felt hollow and empty inside. If she weren’t tied up, she’d be begging Neon on her hands and knees.

He leaned over her, stretching across the bed to rummage in the bedside stand. He was close enough to smell, almost to touch. She soaked in his presence for a few seconds; it took the edge off her horniness a little bit. “There it is!” he exclaimed once he found the object of its search. He leaned back and held it up for her inspection. Vinyl took in the vibrator that he had lovingly selected for her. It was a monster; thick and ridged and with a wide base to ensure a snug fit. “I choose your favorite one for you”—he smiled—“just because I’m such a nice guy.”

At least he was nice enough not to tease her any further. He slid the toy inside her slowly, letting it fill her up. She took a few deep breaths as he did, accepting the slight pain of being stretched wide in anticipation of future pleasure. Her grunts and groans spurred Neon on, urging him to continue filling her up as fast as he could without hurting his precious girl.

She closed her eyes, breathing heavily as she lost herself in what was still technically foreplay for the main event. Every single inch it slid into her was a fresh level of bliss, its ridged width held tightly in her inner walls. Neon twisted slightly as he pushed it further into her, making sure that every single inch of her hungry crevice was awakened to true desire.

“Mmm,” Vinyl moaned as the last bit slid inside her. She was full, deliciously filled up inside, and she loved it. Any second now, Neon would flip the switch and she would get what she wanted. No, what she deserved.

Neon wasn’t done playing with her yet, though. He abandoned her desperate nethers, leaning over her to nibble playfully at her neck, suckling and nuzzling. She was seriously starting to space out now, surrendering completely to his loving work. They both knew who had the dominance here, and it was proved even more when one of his hands slipped under her shirt and grabbed hold of a firm breast, kneading and massaging and eliciting another moan from her. “You make the cutest little noises,” he teased as he kept up his rough assault on her chest in counterpoint to the romantic smooches he was covering her neck with.

“MMMHmm,” Vinyl groaned in exasperation. She wanted him to turn the toy on so badly. It was the only thing that mattered to her. It was right there; it was literally already inside her. All he had to do was to flick one tiny little button. One small motion of his finger was all that she needed.

So he gave it to her.

She didn’t notice his hand move, but the vibrator hummed softly to life. On its lowest setting it was barely more than a pleasant tickle. Vinyl knew from past experience that it could take quite a while for her to get off at this speed.

Neon shifted his position slightly, so that he was straddling her thighs. He pulled her shirt up further so that both her midriff and her breasts were visible; no inconvenient bra hid her lovely curves from view. He turned the speed of the toy up just slightly, enough that its buzzing could be plainly heard over her gasps and moans. Delicately, he leaned forward and whispered, “Just let the vibe do its job, Vinyl. Just relax and enjoy it,” before he closed his mouth over one of her erect nipples.

She had no choice or desire but to obey. Her eyes drifted shut as the constant bzzz of the device nestled between its legs spread through her. It traveled down her legs, turning them into jelly, and crawled up her spine like a cold chill that struck in the heart of a volcano. Neon sucked and licked and bit at her nipples, alternating between them so that neither ever had a chance to become accustomed to or to forget the feel of his touch.

She felt the beginning of her release building up like a ribbon of fire twisting around inside her. The sensations from the toy and from Neon’s attention to her breasts spread through her body like deep bass, electrifying her nerves. The two exquisite stimuli met somewhere in the middle of her body where they mingled and danced together, playing off each other and building up to the ultimate crescendo.

It built up inside of her, like a cup that kept having water poured into it but never overflowed. Every time she thought for sure that she couldn’t take anymore she somehow did. No matter how badly her mind cried out for the inevitable moment of bliss, her body kept soaking up every ounce of pleasure and stimulation.

The need burned inside her, stabbing at her with furious desire to be set free, but the blessed moment was always delayed to the next second, and the next, and the one after that. She would be writhing now, but Neon’s weight on her legs kept her pinned in place. She settled for thrashing her head back and forth, whimpering and moaning through the gag as sweat poured down her face. He glanced up to check on her, reveling in her flushed appearance. He kept up his patient work, however, simply waiting for Vinyl’s time to come of its own accord.

Her entire body felt like a compressed spring, trembling with barely contained force. Her fingers and toes curled inward as her whole body tensed. She screamed out through the gag, a primal howl of need mixed with desperation and hunger as she straddled the razor’s edge before plummeting over. She tensed up again, tighter than before, straining sinew and muscle to the breaking point before the pressure and tension and heat inside her reached critical mass and simply exploded.

The force of it rocked her, making her spasm uncontrollably as all the raging desire she had been holding condensed into a miniature blazing sun located right in the core of her being.

It came in waves, pure ecstasy flowing through her with occasional spikes strong enough to make her wonder if the whole thing was going to start over again. The world around her started to fade to black at the edges, being erased with each flare that ravaged her.

Fire raced along her veins, ice climbed up her spine, and electricity danced in her eyes as everything simply crumbled away into an abyss and left her floating in the closest thing she knew to heaven.

Slowly, though, the spikes subsided and left her simply drowsing in a calm ocean of bliss.

She hadn’t even noticed when Neon had removed the vibrator, flicking it off and laying it aside so that he could watch her cum in peace and so that she could bask in her well-earned afterglow without disturbance. He considered shoving it back inside of her and turning it up to the max just to send her screaming headlong into another orgasm, but he decided against it. She just looked so peaceful and beautifully spent. It wasn’t like there wouldn’t be plenty of other chances to play that particular trick on his unsuspecting partner.

He brushed her matted blue bangs out of her eyes, earning him a half-lidded gaze from red orbs still hazed with pleasure. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, which won him a contended sigh. “I told you I’d take good care of you, didn’t I?” he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair, tickling her scalp.

“Mmhm,” Vinyl murmured in agreement. He had certainly kept his promise as far as she was concerned. Every muscle in her body felt like overstretched taffy and she could barely focus her eyes on the ceiling above her. Slight trickles of her own fluids dripped out of her, running down her inner thighs and leaving glistening trails. Everything felt simply perfect, as if this was exactly where she was meant to be. She let her head lay back on the pillow, chest heaving as her pounding heart and aching lungs caught up. The best part, though, was the certainty that Neon was nowhere near done with her yet.

“Well, then I have a question for you,” Neon said lightly. Vinyl just tilted her head and looked at him hazily. “Since I did something nice for you”—he held up the vibrator in illustration—“I was wondering if you think it’s fair that you do something nice for me.”

She nodded her head in a heartbeat. Neon had all but injected pure bliss straight into her veins and it was only decent that she repay him in any way she could. Just like he took care of her, he deserved to be taken care of too.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart,” Neon said with a smile. He leaned closer to her again, this time placing a kiss on her cheek. “Another question, then, but I think we should leave this one up to chance.” Vinyl looked quizzical now, so he explained. “One of your holes has already had plenty of attention,” he said with a loving pat against her slick slit that drew a sharp gasp from her. “You’ve got two more equally nice ones, though, so how about we flip a coin to decide?” She shrugged. She was perfectly fine with him using either part of her, or even both for that matter. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single coin. “Heads I fuck your mouth, tails I bend you over and use your tight little ass. Sound good to you?”

“Yah, uns ood,” Vinyl replied. She honestly didn’t even care what side it landed on; she just wanted to be able to make Neon feel good too.

He tossed the coin and both of them watched it spin and shimmer in the air before it landed on Vinyl’s bare stomach. It was heads up. Neon smiled. “Looks like fate’s chosen for us,” he said as he slowly rose from his position straddling her legs. He stood up off of the bed and quickly loosened his belt, letting his black slacks fall to the floor, followed quickly by his briefs.

He sat down again on the edge of the bed, legs splayed to allow Vinyl easy access. She too rose to a sitting position and scooted off the bed, hands still locked behind her back, and took up a kneeling position in front of Neon. She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to take the lead.

He laid his hands on the side of her head, pulling her gently forward until the very tip of his member slipped through the ring gag. He held her there for a moment, savoring the anticipation before pulling her even closer. He took it easy on her, giving her time to get accustomed. He ended up fitting almost perfectly in her mouth, with just a small part of his shaft still visible after she took all that she could.

She breathed in deeply through her nose, consciously trying to loosen up her neck muscles so that Neon didn’t have to struggle to set the speed he wanted. He was in control here and she was just along for the ride. Like the toy that he had used on her, she would be his toy now. The thought sent a pang through her, blowing a bit of life into the banked embers that her arousal had become.

She enjoyed the snug fit in her mouth, its length weighing down her tongue and pressing against the back of her throat. He smiled down at her, and she would have smiled back if she had been able to. He seemed to sense her readiness, though, as he slowly pushed her head backwards slightly until his member was halfway out of her mouth. He paused a second before pulling her back forward until he was buried inside her mouth again. A few more experimental thrusts established a comfortable speed. Neon kept a tight grip on her skull, fingers buried in her hair, and Vinyl happily let herself be used that way.

Her warm, moist mouth left trails of saliva on him as he worked in and out of her, leaving a shiny coat that lubricated the process and made it even easier for him to slide her forward and back along his hardness. Her bottom lip and her teeth brushed and pulled at the skin of his member and the sides of the gag just barely exerted a little friction with each motion.

He grunted in satisfaction as he found the perfect rhythm, though he was trying to take it slow in order to prolong the fun. Tending to Vinyl’s needs earlier had left him very much loaded and ready but he didn’t want this to be over quite so soon.

He seated himself inside her again and then paused to simply enjoy the sight of his personal blue-haired angel, hands held behind her back with handcuffs, mouth full of his shaft and loving every second of it. He sighed in contentment and went back to work, rocking her head more than truly moving it this time.

He worked her slowly up his length, allowing plenty of time for every inch to be grazed by her lips and teeth. When she reached the tip, he worked her back down to the base the same way. He repeated the exact same process several more times, sometimes a little faster and sometimes slower. Vinyl, for her part, simply kept breathing and let herself drift in the simple pleasure of knowing that she was being used to make someone she cared about feel good.

Neon could feel the familiar pressure beginning to mount at the base of his member. It wouldn’t be long before it came surging out, carrying his seed with it. He had delayed enough; now he was ready. He began to use Vinyl’s mouth to stroke his length more firmly, though he was careful not to be rough enough to give her a headache; nothing killed the mood like a throbbing pain in the skull.

The steady motions did their job, slowing coaxing the pressure up his member. The closer it got to the tip the harder it became to keep focused enough to maintain the rhythm, but he managed. Finally, it came to a head right before a single powerful spasm heralded his own release. He made sure he was firmly seated in Vinyl’s mouth so that she could be the receptacle for the fluid she had just aided in milking out of him.

Vinyl’s eyes widened in surprise as Neon’s warm, sticky emission flooded into her mouth, coming in spurts. Between his presence in her mouth and the gag she couldn’t really swallow, so she simply let it pool inside her lips and trickle slightly down her throat.

He grunted and bucked his hips a few more times, but he was eventually spent and he pulled out. A few deep breaths helped him start to recover and he looked down at Vinyl, taking in the sight of his white seed pooled in her mouth and dripping out of her lips to run down her chin. “Damn, that’s hot,” he said while he took in the sight. She had to agree. Neon sighed and ran his hands through his hair, before bending over to reach over her head to unbuckle and remove the gag.

Vinyl immediately swallowed Neon’s deposited load. “Tasty,” she said with a smile that he couldn’t help but return.

“I figured you’d like that,” he said companionably. “How are you holding up?”

“I feel like some really nice guy got me off so hard I almost passed out and then fucked my mouth and filled it with cum,” Vinyl said in a husky voice. “Really good, in other words.”

“Great,” Neon said. So long as she was enjoying herself, so could he. “Are you tired out or do you think you’re up for more?”

She considered the question, taking stock of herself. Her legs were still trembling from her orgasm, her nether lips were still inflamed and dripping, and her mouth was full of the aftertaste of Neon’s member and its emission. Her arms and wrists were starting to hurt from being locked in handcuffs for so long, though, and the rest of her body felt comfortably used. If she curled up under a blanket right now, she’d have no trouble falling blissfully asleep. “I think I’m done,” she finally said. She always felt a little regretful at putting an end to their fun, but it was the truth. It’d be better to take a break and start fresh when they were both in the mood again. "Sorry."

“Don't apologize,” Neon said as he stood up and walked around her, kneeling down to unlock the handcuffs with the key that was dangling around his neck. "You know how important it is that I stop when you wanna stop."

Vinyl knew. If she didn't trust him to do exactly that, this kind of stuff wouldn't happen. She rolled her shoulders, testing her flexibility as she savored her freedom of movement. As much fun as the restraints were, it was always welcome to get some circulation back into her limbs. At least they had gotten the timing down to the point that she didn’t end up with pins-and-needles. “Thanks,” she said as Neon extended a hand and helped her to her feet. She didn’t object as he spun her around and wrapped his arms around her middle, holding her close. In fact, she leaned her head back to rest on his chest, grinning up at him. “Thanks for being so good to me, dude.”

Neon couldn’t keep the smile off of his own face as he looked down at her. “I could say the same to you,” he said. The hot, sweaty, flush that came with passion started to dissipate, being replaced by the warm glow of affection that swelled in his chest. He bent his head down, locking his lips with Vinyl. Unlike many others, this kiss was slower, gentle. No invading tongues or dripping saliva, just a small, shared moment and warm breath.

When they broke the kiss, Vinyl’s and Neon’s faces shared the same red glow. She leaned even more into his embrace and he tightened his grip, both reluctant to let go. Eventually, he softly asked, “Are you gonna go get a shower?”

“Yeah,” Vinyl agreed. “I’m all sweaty and messy now.” Bits of Neon’s cum clung to her lips and chin and her own wetness ran down her legs; it was hot when she was in the midst of being rutted like an animal, but now it would be nice to get cleaned up.

“I feel like I should help you with that,” Neon said as he released Vinyl from his embrace. “You know, since I’m the main reason you need a shower in the first place.”

“Well, aren’t you just a gentleman,” Vinyl said as she twirled around and sashayed towards the bathroom. She made sure to put some extra swing into her hips as she walked.

“I try,” Neon said as he followed after her. He couldn’t help but admire the view.

It only took a few seconds for the rest of their clothes to end up in discarded piles on the tile floor as they stepped into the shower together. Vinyl turned the knob and let blessedly warm water come cascading over both of them. As the sweat and other fluids and remnants of their activities were washed away, she turned around again to hug Neon again, plastering her wet body firmly against his own.

He took a step forward, pressing her back against the wall directly underneath the shower head. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, drowsing in the combined feeling of the soothing water and the gentle force of Neon’s body pushing against her.

She opened her eyes again when she felt the pleasant stream of warmth stop flowing over her. Neon had the removable shower head in his hand and was looking at her expectantly. “How about I help clean you up?” he asked.

Vinyl knew exactly what he had in mind, and she nodded her assent. She bit her lips to hold back a combined whimper and whine as the nozzle slipped between her legs, angled so that the jet of water brushed over her most sensitive parts. “Oh, fuuuck,” she moaned as he flipped through all of its different settings: strobe, jet, massage, wide, and narrow. The cycling between settings was overwhelming: she only had a few seconds with each one before it shifted to the next, stimulating entirely different areas in entirely different ways.

Neon looked up and examined the results of his labor. Vinyl’s face was flushed even deeper red, her jaw was slack and he head lolled listlessly back against the wall of the shower. He realized that she must have still been right on the edge from her earlier orgasm since it normally took a lot more effort before he got the privilege of seeing her like this.

He faced a question: should he be nice and let her have it now or should he indulge his cruelty and make her wait for it? He smiled a little as he pulled it away. He’d been nice to her already; it was time to make her writhe a little.

“N—Neon, please . . .” she moaned as the sensation between her legs faded.

“Please what?” Neon said as he kissed the side of her neck.

“Please put it back . . .” she murmured. “I was so close . . .”

“I don’t know, Vinyl,” he said as he teasingly brushed his fingers across her labia. They were wet with more than just water. “I think you feel pretty clean down there to me.”

“Dammit,” she groaned in frustration. Her hand started drifting towards her unsatisfied loins, intent on finishing the job herself.

Neon lightly grabbed her wrist, holding it in place. “Not yet, babe,” he said.

“Oh, come on,” Vinyl groused. “Just please, please, please, let me cum.”

Neon applied the warm spray of water back to her most sensitive area, making her gasp. He pulled it away after a second, though. “Gimme a reason I should let you,” he said.

“Nngh,” Vinyl moaned. “I let you tie me up and gag me,” she breathed. Didn’t that entitle her to a little something?

“That’s a good reason,” Neon said before giving Vinyl another brief application. “Got another?”

“I let you get me off when you want, not when I want it,” she panted. Seriously, why couldn’t he just let her get off?

“Almost there, babe,” Neon said as another brief spurt of water earned a guttural groan from Vinyl. “Got one more reason?”

“Ah-hah-hah,” Vinyl breathed heavily, chest heaving. Her brain was having trouble coming up with a reason other than because I really want to! “When you make me cum, I always repay the favor?”

“That’s it,” Neon said as he put the shower head back between Vinyl’s shaking legs.

Vinyl couldn’t answer him; her breath caught in her throat as the water’s pulsing and probing touch pushed her over the edge. Neon released her wrist and she wrapped both her arms around his bare back, nails digging into his flesh.

Her mouth parted in a wordless scream as her second orgasm that day flared to life. She clung to Neon for support as her insides melted and came dripping out through her slit, taking her strength with it. She looked up at him shakily, moaning out her noisy gratitude. He kept the shower head pressed between Vinyl’s thighs, still casually cycling through its various options to keep her stimulated without giving her any time to breathe. “You—you’re gonna make . . . make me cum . . . again . . .” she managed to get out between labored breaths.

“I sure am,” Neon agreed easily. “You can thank me later.”

Vinyl’s brain short-circuited as the incessant water pulled another cascade of pleasure from her. Her knees locked, her hips bucked, and her head snapped back. Her scream bounced off the walls. Colors flashed behind her closed eyelids and she knew that she was drooling but couldn’t quite muster the will to do anything about it.

Neon could feel that Vinyl’s strength had waned. He lowered her gently down to the floor of the shower before she could fall on her own. She pressed her back against the wall, incapable of doing anything but panting and riding out the last twangs of her orgasm.

He knelt down to face her, grabbing ahold of her hair and lifting her head up to look at him. “I can’t help but notice something, Vinyl,” he said as he gazed into her eyes.

“Huh?” Vinyl said weakly. If Neon weren’t helping her, she wouldn’t even have been able to hold up her head.

“You’re still not clean down there,” Neon said, holding up the shower wand with a smirk. “I guess I might have to try a little harder, huh?”

Vinyl was warm. And comfy. She snuggled closer to Neon, careful not to let the blanket fall off of her as she settled into the soft, broken-in couch they shared. He absently ran a hand through her damp hair, more focused on the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she pressed against him. She smelled fresh, like soap and shampoo. Of course, it had taken a while to get her clean, but now they were both washed and dried off. “You really are something special, Vinyl,” Neon said as he stretched out under the warmth of her body and the blanket that covered them both.

She giggled. “Feeling romantic now, huh?” she asked.

“You know me,” Neon said. “It takes a lot to bring out my sentimental side.”

“Well, I’m glad I get to see it,” Vinyl said as she nuzzled against his neck.

“And I’m glad I get to show it to you,” he answered as he nuzzled her back.

Author's Note

Just a scene that's a little bit softer than the last one.