Just the Tip: Short stories of love and lust

Beg Me

“ With a stroke length anywhere from two to ten inches, up to three hundred strokes per minute, and an engine at a full horse power of torque, this thing could all but split you in two.” He might have been talking about a power tool. Hell, he could've been talking about his car. I wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He's just a grunting boy with his tools, showing off to impress his new girlfriend.

At least, that's how I would think of it normally. But as my struggle against the ropes makes me drift slowly back around and I see what he's talking about, I know it's not just some tool. Not just a machine.

There's a dildo screwed onto the end of a long piston. And an engine on the other end of the piston. That's not a machine. It's a fucking machine. And there is no way that dildo is going to fit between my legs. Not without a lot of lube and a very, very slow start.

“ Do you like it, Cat?”

I struggle again against the rope. My heels rub against my ass, and I try to flex my fingers. But the rope won't let me move any more than that. There isn't any pressure; he's a good rigger. The rope is soft. But I'm not going anywhere.

“ You look so beautiful hanging there,” he says. He leaves his machine where I can see it and runs a finger over the ridges of the rope, tracing the patterns of the knots. “Are you comfortable?”

I give him a sarcastic smirk, but the truth is that I actually am. The ropes distribute the weight to the point where I feel completely weightless. “It's not bad,” I say.

He chuckles, then his fingers run up my leg. Gently, softly, he touches me, sliding between my lips in that soft teasing way he knows how to do so well. I moan softly. It's nowhere near enough, but it's a start.

“ Seems like it's more than just 'not bad,'” he says. He leans over and gently blows between my legs, sending a shiver through my entire body.

He laughs again and walks back to the machine. For just a second, he turns it on, and I get to watch it work. It pumps and thrusts with the kind of force you'd expect in a jackhammer. That thing is going to tear me apart.

“ No way,” I say. “Not a chance.”

He turns back and gently rubs my cheek. Normally, this is when he'd run his hands through my hair. But my hair is otherwise occupied, braided in with the rope. “Are you calling it quits already?” he asks. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little strand of leather. The studs are diamonds. “Don't you want this?”

The collar twinkles in the light. I lick my lips.

“ You wanted to be mine,” he says. “I told you there was going to be a test.”

My eyes flick from the diamonds to the machine, still humming and pounding back and forth. “I don't think I can,” I say.

He shakes his head. Then he shrugs. “I'll cut you down.”

“ No, wait!” Those look like real diamonds. He wasn't kidding. This would be for real. “If I do this, that's it? I'm yours? You claim me?”

He nods. “As my slave,” he says. “Forever.”

I bite my lip. Let out a bit of a whimper. “It's not that I don't want to,” I say. “I'm just-” I look back at the machine. “I just think I'm going to need a bit of help.”

He laughs at that, gives my clit a light tap. “I had a feeling that would be the problem,” he says. “But don't worry. I thought ahead.”

He puts his fingers to his lips and whistles.

Her heels make a solid sound on the floor as she walks in. I can't see her, though. She's behind me. “Cat,” he says, “I want you to meet Kit.”

I roll my eyes. “No candy bar jokes, please.”

Kit laughs. It's a deep, throaty laugh. Confident, assured. And dangerous.

She walks into my line of vision. She's beautiful. Taller than me. Dark skin. Red nails, red boots, red leather corset. She smiles at me, but there's an angry glint in her eyes.

She keeps her eyes on me while she kisses my man. While she thrusts her tongue into his throat, runs her crimson nails through his hair. I thrash around. I'd cut the bitch if I could.

She laughs at me. Then she looks at the machine. Then back to me.

“ That thing is going to seriously injure you, honey,” she says. “I'm talking real damage. The permanent kind. You'll bleed. Maybe even die.”

I bite my lip. She's taunting me, I know that. But she's saying what I was thinking.

“ Unless she gets some lube.”

He nods. “And that's where you come in.”

Kit gives me an evil grin, though her voice is innocent. “Me? What can I do?”

“ You can be a good girl,” he says. “Be a good girl and get her off.”

I look up at my soon to be master and shake my head as much as my bound hair will allow. “No,” I say. “I'm not a lesbian.”

Kit chuckles. “You don't think you could handle me, sugar?” She takes a step towards me. Then another.

“ It's not that. I just don't like-” she curls her finger in my crotch, and I forget what I was going to say. She laughs and keeps gently rubbing me. I try not to make any noise. Try not to moan.

I'm not going to moan. I'm not.

She bends down and gives my ear a nibble. “You sure you don't want my help, sugar?”

I shake my head, and she stops. Moves her hand away and takes a step back. She moves out of my vision, so the only thing I can see is that damned machine. Pounding away.

It might be fun, if it works. A lover that never gets tired, that never slows down, just pounds away again and again and again. A constant rhythm.

But Kit's right. It'll tear me apart.

“ Wait,” I say. “Please.”

She turns towards me. “What was that?” she asks. She crosses her arms. “Did you say something?” She turns towards him. “Did she say something?”

He leans against a wall and shakes his head. “This is between the two of you.”

Kit nods, then turns back to me. “That's right. Between us.”

“ Please,” I say again. “Please don't.”

“ Don't what?” She laughs. “Don't get you ready for the best fuck of your life?”

“ I'm not gay,” I say.

She shakes her head. “You keep saying that.” She leans forward and gives my neck a little bit of a nibble. I can't hold in the moan. “I don't think it's true.”

She rests her hand on my inner thigh. Taps against it with her fingers. “I don't think this will take long at all,” she says. “And I think you're going to enjoy every second of it.”

I shake my head.

“ Yeah you will.” she laughs. “You know you will. You just don't want to admit it.”

“ I'm not gay.”

One of her finger nails scratches over my nipple. “I don't believe you,” she says.

She turns the harness and lets me see the machine again. “But let's pretend I do. Let's pretend you're not a lesbian. Either way, you're still going to need some lubricant before that thing starts in on you. You wouldn't want to get fucked by that thing dry, would you?”

I shake my head. “No.”

Her voice is a whisper. “No Ma'am.”

I swallow. “No Ma'am.”

“ Okay then,” she says. “That means you need my help. Unless you can reach all the way down there yourself?”

I give it a try, struggling a bit against the rope, but there's no way. I can't even move my fingers an inch closer, and they need a lot more than an inch.

But it makes Kit laugh at me.

“ So you need my help.”

I nod.

She steps in and reaches between my legs, touching gently, softly. Enough to feel good, but not enough to do much more than that.

“ Please,” I say.

She chuckles. “You'll have to do better than that,” she says. “You'll have to beg.”

My eyes go from her to the machine.

“ Beg me,” she says. “Beg me to make you cum. Beg a woman to give you an orgasm.”

“ Please.”

“ More. Say that you want to be fucked by a woman.” She slaps my ass. It stings, but feels good at the same time. “Say that you're a dyke. That you love being a dyke.”

She leans in and whispers in my ear, nibbling gently on it. “Say it,” she says. “Ask me to make you cum. That's all you have to do. Just ask another woman to get you off.”

She cups my chin in her hand. “Beg me,” she says, leaning in until her lips are almost touching mine.

“ Beg me.”