All You Have To Say Is 'Stop'

Chapter Five...Still Combined POV

Gil moved on top of her and was straddling her chest. He quickly grabbed her wrists and both of his knees were pressing into her arms, pinning her. Heather struggled slightly to see if she could break the hold and in an attempt to get her wrists away from him so the cuffs couldn't be clicked. Gil increased the pressure of his knees and his weight increased on her chest. She tried to turn over on her side to hide her right wrist under her body and at first he fought that move and then he realized what could be done with that position. He grinned and let her move to her side and for a split second Heather actually believed she had foiled whatever he had in mind. But only for a second, because then he continued the roll and she was now on her stomach and in a very vulnerable position. He grabbed the empty cuff and forced her left wrist down to the middle of her back instead of over her head. Heather’s right wrist was still out of reach under her body and the first thing he tried was to hyper extend the left arm to the middle of her back, but she didn’t give in and give up her unshackled arm. He eventually moved her left arm back to a more comfortable position when it started to quiver and Heather heard him rustle through the bag of toys.

Quietly, but firmly he told her, "I don't have to fight you-I will make you ask for permission to surrender your right arm. Go ahead and try to keep it from me." To people outside the culture it might have seemed like a game, but Gil knew this was an important test of his ability to control her and also a test of his creativity.

Heather could feel him transfer the cuff to his right hand and then he was groping underneath her body, grabbing for her left nipple. He found it and squeezed the nipple, which was still wonderfully sensitive from the snake bite kit. She involuntarily jerked as he squeezed the nipple harder, but she didn’t cry out. Then he lifted the left side of her body and suddenly Heather was in agonizing pain. Her nipple felt like it was on fire. He had clipped a clothespin to her nipple and the pain was mind numbing. Again he moved her left arm to the middle of her back and now that she was flat against the bed she started grinding her left side into the bed and was able to mercifully dislodge the clothespin. Part of her breathed a sigh of relief.

Gil scowled good-naturedly, knowing that Heather couldn’t see him. He had enjoyed watching her react and was aroused by the scenario and from watching her thought process. Truth be told, his first choice had not been to use pain to get her to concede, but he knew he had to demonstrate he was not opposed to it. He loosened his hold on the left arm and moved it again to a slightly more comfortable position. Then he began to tease her clit from behind and as soon as her body started to respond by not only getting wetter, but by thrusting against his hand, he quit. He did this several times and while Heather was able to keep from moaning her body betrayed her. She tried to focus on convincing her body not to respond so she could attempt to try and get some relief from the relentless teasing and have a quiet orgasm. It wasn’t working and Gil knew it.

Again he aroused her. Then she heard a familiar sound, but with no way to stop it, she was at his mercy as he inserted three ice cubes into her pussy. This is followed by the vibrator at full speed and he strategically placed his knee between her legs so she couldn’t use her muscles to remove the vibrator or the ice cubes.

The vibrator may have kept him from being able to touch her clit, but he positioned her cuffed arm and moved it so he could hold it and still reach her hair. He began to caress her scalp and neck and then pulled on her hair hard. He alternated between stroking her head and gripping her hair forcefully. The ice was melting, the vibrator was causing her to tingle and now there is a pleasurable kind of pain as alternated between pain and pleasure. Heather was fast approaching sensory overload.

He said aloud to her, "Since you are being so stubborn, before I LET you give me your right wrist so that it can be properly cuffed and restrained, you are going to have to ask permission to speak. You do know how to do that, don't you? The longer you resist, the more I will force you to submit and be subordinate to my desires."

The ice melted completely and her body adjusted as bet it could to the vibrator but pretty soon her clit was too sensitive to take the onslaught of the vibrations. Since he had her effectively pinned and trapped she couldn’t move away from the vibrator.

Finally, she reached her tolerance level and caved in-by now she had started to tremble hard. “Please Gil,” she gasped. “Please”

He gave a more forceful tug on her hair and said, “Ask me”

By this time she was almost dizzy from the sensations of the vibrator on her clit and her stomach muscles were so tense from the orgasms she hadn’t reached. She managed to say, “Please…Gil… may…I…have… permission… to speak?” Her voice was ragged and the words come in bursts.

He shifted from her and as soon as his knee moves from where it has been holding the vibrator, she was able to get some relief. Her body relaxed slightly and Gil sensed she was going to acquiesce. The vibrator slid out of her.

“What is it you want to say?” The words are almost whispered, yet there was a force behind them that told her not to test him anymore and it was time to give in to whatever he wanted to do.

Her breathing returned to normal and she asked, “Please may I give you my right arm so I can be properly restrained for your pleasure only?” Immediately Gil released his hold on her hair and she brought her right arm from underneath her body and laid it at her side. He quickly grabbed her wrist and Heather heard the sound she had been avoiding and fighting against, the cuff clicked around the right wrist and now she was on her stomach, blindfolded with her hands handcuffed behind her back.