Jonathan

Perfection.

Izzy sags against the bed, panting as she catches her breath. Her arms are taut above her, still tethered to the bedposts like my perfect little submissive. Gone is any trace of fear, she's at complete peace.

I don't miss how she plays with the quick-release tabs on occasion but it's an absentminded habit. Her attention is solely on me, where it should be. Even without her sight, she tilts her head towards me, following my cues as I move around her.

Seeing her bound feeds a need deep inside of me for more. Knowing I was going to restrain her, I went light on her, only putting a pair of clover clamps on. Each tug only draws them tighter and watching her arch off of the bed in ecstasy is intoxicating.

She's addictive. Her whimpers and pleas, hearing her beg and watching her writhe... I just want more. If I wasn't such an addict, I could sit back and watch this for hours, but my need for more just grows.

Izzy might be apprehensive to go through fifteen but the lust and curiosity I saw swimming in her sapphire gaze made it clear she intends to try.

"Round two?" I shift the magic wand back up against her drenched pussy and groan.

"Wait," she gasps. Izzy squirms and tries to shift away but the way I have the toy strapped to her makes that impossible.

"Wait?" I ask, arching a brow.

"Er, um... you said breaks between," she mumbles.

"I said maybe..." Izzy whimpers and I can't hold back my chuckle as I look her over. The faintest sheen of sweat covers her from head to toe and the crop marks stand out like a neon red sign against her porcelain skin.

Izzy gasps and freezes as I slide a finger up her soaked slit. Her overestimated body jerks and quivers as I explore, drawing whimpers. She sucks in a sharp breath as I slip two fingers deep into her core.

I can't hold back my groan, my cock throbbing to feel her wrapped around it. But if I cave now, I might as well throw my plan right out the window.

Izzy flinches as I crawl up on the bed and settle between her thighs. I don't give her a moment to relax before starting my feast. Instinctively her thighs wrap around my head as she cries out.

"Final warning kitten," I call out. She nods but doesn't say anything. A sharp slap to her breasts has her bucking and frantically calling out 'yes Jonathan'.

I just want to hear more.

"Fuck!" Izzy practically screams as I suck her clit into my mouth. "Oh God, Jonathan!"

She arches off of the bed but my grip on her hips keeps her from getting away. With each lick and nip her strangled words become less coherent.

I look up as I slide two fingers into her pulsing core. The sexy sight has me moaning into her, the vibrations only driving her closer to her peak.

Izzy's fists are balled as she struggles against her bonds, her bottom lip held captive by her teeth as she arches, straining against her clamps. The way her face contorts in pleasure steals all of my attention.

I pick up my pace, curling my fingers with each stroke and flick her clit relentlessly with my tongue. That breaks her. She lets out a guttural moan as her legs quiver.

"Jonathan, please! I'm oh, OH, OOHHH-" Her body bucks then freezes well past the point of no return.

Not missing a beat I reach up and give her breast a slap before palming it and sending her over. Izzy bucks wildly but can't shake me as I draw every ounce of her release, making her tremble.

We've barely begun and already she's panting like she has finished a half marathon. I have to practically pry her thighs apart to get my head free again.

She lays there dazed, for the first time not shifting to follow me, too lost in her post-orgasmic fog.

"Well?" I chide.

"Two," she rasps out, making me chuckle.

"That wasn't what I meant, but keep counting," I dryly reply. "How many warnings do you get?" She throws her thighs wide but her grimace says she knows her mistake.

"Too late for that, kitten," I warn. Izzy flinches as I grab her ankle, then relaxes. She bites her lower lip as I fasten a cuff on each ankle and then attach the spreader bar.

The sadistic part of me was hoping she would earn this. I leave her to adjust to the new restriction but she looks completely at ease. Planning ahead I already have a strap attached to the substantial bed frame and bring it up to the center ring of the bar.

Izzy lets out a breathy moan as I secure her, only encouraging me more as I tighten it, leaving her fully helpless. Seeing her so exposed, relaxed and aroused has my mind racing. The possibilities are endless but I need to be smart about it.

The last thing I want to do is trigger a setback.

Seeing how swollen her clit is has me switching to a combination vibrating dildo. As I slide it deep into her core, snugging it in place to stimulate her clit she whimpers.

"Shh, Bella," I murmur. She leans in as I cup her cheek. "I'll give you something to take your mind off of it, okay?"

"Please, Si-Jonathan..." She nods enthusiastically.

"Careful, kitten." I pat her cheek and flick the toy on low.

Izzy whimpers and squirms, struggling against her bonds but to no avail. Her hips flex and buck struggling for relief but already I hear how her breathing catches.

I pick up the fat sued flogger I had chosen earlier and trail its falls up her body. Izzy freezes and her lips part but no sound comes out.

She shivers as I draw the falls in soft circles across her stomach, inching closer to her breasts. Soft whimpers and incoherent pleas make it past her lips with each pass over her captive peaks.

The sounds coming from her are intoxicating, combined with the visual, has me painfully hard.

"You're doing so good, Bella." I couldn't be prouder of how she's holding up and how far she has come.

She throws her head back, her bottom lip held captive between her teeth as she tries to stifle a moan.

I swing the flogger, coming down on her right hip and draw a throaty moan from her as she tries to sit up. The movement no doubt draws her core tight against the toy and tugs on her nipples.

"Jonathan," she moans.

I bring the flogger down again and again, slowly drawing a blush across her pale skin. Her breathing gets shallow and erratic as she fights her bonds.

"Come on, Bella, give me another one." My voice is barely recognizable as I command her. Her whole body shakes as she nears her peak, once again arching off the bed.

"M-more," she gasps. I keep up my cyclical strikes, edging her closer. "Please more-" a guttural moan cuts off her words as the flogger moves over her breasts.

Like a cord is cut, she jerks back as a powerful orgasm rips through her. Izzy strains and pulls on her restraints as wave after wave crashes over her.

I drink the sight of her in, palming my cock as she finishes. Izzy gasps like a fish out of water as I turn the toy off.

"So perfect," I praise. She looks drunk as she smiles up at me in her lusty haze. "I'm so proud of you."

Izzy whimpers as I remove the toy, her body no doubt on overdrive. I run my hands up her body, tracing the road map laid out by the flogger. The higher I move the more her breath catches. She sucks in a breath as I cup her breast and run my thumb over her captive bud.

"How many is that, Bella?" I crawl onto the bed and hover over her. Izzy bites her bottom lip as a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

"Three."

"Hmm, three, eh? Do you think you've earned a reward?" Her lips part to answer my question but I steal the very words from her mouth as I lazily draw my tongue over her nipple. I unclamp and take her sensitive bud in my mouth, swirling my tongue to soothe the sting.

Izzy hisses and jerks, arching into me as I worship away the sting. Once she settles I shift my attention to the other side and repeat the process as she cries out. Silent tears glisten on her cheeks as she whimpers.

"Shhhh, that's better now hmm?" I reach up and brush the tears away. Izzy nods and smiles. "Good girl, now where were we? On to four?"

"Yes, S-Jonathan." Her voice is shaky and uneven but there's a determined undertone that leaves me grinning.

I chuckle and move to the chest, looking for my next toy.

"No please," she calls out, freezing me in place.

I turn back to her and she strains in her bonds to face me. Even with the blindfold, I can see her creased brows and frown.

Has she had enough?

"No?" I parrot.

"Jonathan, I can't..." Izzy whimpers.