Powerless - Ella Louise - ebook
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Helen has been denied for way too long. She absolutely can't stand it anymore. Faced with a vibrating piercing in her most sensitive place and trapped by a chastity belt, Helen is forced to do whatever it takes to get some relief, even if it goes against her dominant boyfriend's rules. Will she get away with it, or will she end up being punished even more?~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~As hard as I try, I can't stop the fat, wet tears leaking from my eyes. I turn my head away from Mike so he doesn't see me crying, a blush of shame creeping over my cheeks.I'm so weak! Why am I crying?I clench the sheets in my fists and roll onto my side, away from him. Somehow, I have to make myself sleep now. There will be no relief for me tonight.If I don't find a way to stop thinking about it, I'm going to go crazy.Am I already crazy? I'm in love with a man who does things like this to me...Another hot tear falls from the corner of my eye and drips onto the pillowcase.I thought it would be fun. I thought I'd be able to handle it. That it would open new doors in our relationship, bring us closer.It's such a little thing. How can such a tiny object have this power over me?

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Powerless

(An Erotic BDSM Romance)

By Ella Louise

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

As hard as I try, I can't stop the fat, wet tears leaking from my eyes. I turn my head away from Mike so he doesn't see me crying, a blush of shame creeping over my cheeks.

I'm so weak! Why am I crying?

I clench the sheets in my fists and roll onto my side, away from him. Somehow, I have to make myself sleep now. There will be no relief for me tonight.

The pulsating throbs between my legs are unrelenting. Agonizing. If I don't find a way to stop thinking about it, I'm going to go crazy.

Am I already crazy? I'm in love with a man who does things like this to me...

Another hot tear falls from the corner of my eye and drips onto the pillowcase.

I thought it would be fun. I thought I'd be able to handle it. That it would open new doors in our relationship, bring us closer.

It's such a little thing. How can such a tiny object have this power over me?

***

When Mike held it out to me this afternoon for me to inspect, I thought nothing of it. It was almost inconsequential – a new toy, nothing more. A tiny vibrating barbell to replace the piercing he'd given me a few weeks ago now that it's healed. The piercing itself rests directly on top of my clitoris, so a vibrating piece of jewelry sounded like a fantastic idea.

It's something I never would have had the guts to try four months ago, but meeting Mike has smashed through so many barriers and inhibitions I used to have that this honestly seemed like no big deal in comparison.

I said yes without a second thought. After all, he hadn’t let me cum last night after our lovemaking, and we had gone all day so far with no sex, so I was pretty desperate for something to send me over that edge.

Mike had me shower while he watched, stroking himself slowly as he admired my soapy, wet body. It still astonishes me that someone so lean and muscular would be attracted to my plump curves, but there was no mistaking the look of lust in his eyes as he watched me lather and rinse. His cock twitched noticeably when I bent over to pick up my shampoo bottle from the corner of the tub, and by the time I was rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair, he was in the shower beside me shooting a thick rope of cum onto my slippery thighs.

Once we were cleaned up and dried off, he laid me on his bed carefully, his hand lovingly behind my head. He kissed me, first on the lips, deeply, and then once on the tip of my nose as his thoughts turned playful. His taut body hovered over me, his chest brushing against my naked breasts. I could smell the soap on his skin.

I couldn't help but smile when he parted my legs and kissed his way down my stomach. I felt a brief brush of his hands on my clit, making me gasp, but it didn't last. With the expert hands of a practiced former piercer, Mike unscrewed the metal ball from the top of the jewelry penetrating my clit hood.

The way it's situated, one ball of the barbell rests on top of my hood, the other be