A Honeymoon to Remember – Part 5

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In the last part, you read about the intense connection. I reached forward, gently tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her back to see her face. Her expression was one of ecstasy. Her mouth was slightly open, eyes fluttering closed, and tears rolling down her cheeks with each surge of pleasure.

The bond between us deepened with every movement. I whispered to her, inviting her to express her desire. She responded with heartfelt pleas, her voice trembling, begging for me to fulfil her needs.

If you haven’t read the earlier parts, I highly recommend returning to the beginning of the story. Now, let’s pick up where we left off last time.

Her words sent a thrill through me. Driving me to thrust deeper and harder until she was sobbing with every stroke. I responded by moving with tenderness. Every thrust was evidence of the love and desire we shared. I fucked her ass hard with no mercy.

Each thrust sends a ripple of pleasure through both of us. As we moved together, the intensity built, but so did the tenderness. Her body moulded to mine, and our movements synchronized. As if we were two parts of a whole, brought together in a moment of pure, unadulterated love.

I could feel her body tightening, the tension building as she neared another climax. I reached between her thighs. Finding her clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge. She finally peaked.

It wasn’t just an orgasm. It was a release of everything we had been holding inside, a beautiful, shared experience. She cum with a scream, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm wracked her. Her pussy clenched around my fingers. Her ass tightened around my cock as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Her cries echoed through the room. And still, I didn’t stop. I continued to fuck her, to push her further. She was a trembling, incoherent mess beneath me. Only then did I pull out. Flipping her onto her back and plunging my three fingers into her pussy.

Ammu’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as I filled her pussy. Her body was still quivering from the aftershocks of her previous orgasm. I set a relentless pace. My thumb pressed her clit, and my finger slammed against hers. She bent at her waist and held my back.

At the same time, she cum again, her nails raking down my back. She screamed my name. Her body clenched around me in a way that made it impossible to hold back. With a final, deep thrust, I took out my finger. I slept over her and held her close to make her feel relaxed.

Our bodies were entwined. Her breaths were still shallow and fast as she was still high in passion. She turned to look at me, her eyes soft and filled with love. I knew that, at that moment, I had made her feel something special. We stayed like that for a moment.

I could feel the warmth of Ammu’s breath against my chest. The rapid rise and fall of her body slowly began to calm as she nestled closer to me. There was a quiet stillness in the room. A pause in the storm that had just raged between us. But the night was far from over.

The room, with its dim ambient light and the array of toys and tools, seemed to whisper promises of more. My fingers traced patterns along Ammu’s spine, feeling her shiver at the touch. But even in the calm, I could feel that familiar stirring within me.

That insatiable hunger that had only been momentarily appeased. I rolled onto my side, gently guiding Ammu to lie on her back. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a look of exhaustion and anticipation. The soft light cast shadows across her body.

Highlighting every curve, every dip, and every swell of her flesh. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her lips. Pulling back just enough to see the expression in her eyes. “We’re not done yet,” I murmured, my voice low and filled with a dark promise.

Ammu’s breath hitched slightly. She was still not revived from our intense lovemaking. Her body had just begun to relax, but I could see the flicker of desire reignite within her. She gave a small nod, a silent acquiescence to whatever I had planned next.

I slid my hand down her body, feeling the way her muscles tensed in anticipation. I again took a dark blindfold on the bedside table and tied it around her eyes. Her chest rose faster as her other senses heightened. I wanted to make sure this night lingered in her memory.

I again secured the handcuffs around her wrists, locking her to the headboard a second time. Her body was now completely exposed to me, vulnerable, and entirely at my mercy. I could feel the tension in her muscles but she did not speak.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Tonight, you’re mine, Ammu. Every inch of you belongs to me. I will treat you and punish you as I please.” She shivered, her lips parting. But I silenced her with my touch, trailing kisses down her neck, licking and nipping at her skin.

I took my time, savouring her reactions as her pulse quickened beneath my tongue. My hands moved lower, skimming over her breasts, pausing to squeeze each nipple. Ammu arched off the bed, her soft, needy moans filling the room. I continued my journey down her body.

Leaving a trail of kisses until I reached her inner thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her. The wetness between her legs told me how much she wanted this. But I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted just yet. I wanted to draw this out to make her squirm and beg for release.

I reached over to the tray of toys and picked up the WHIP, feeling the supple leather against my palm. Ammu tensed as she heard the faint rustle of the whip, her body on high alert. I guided her to roll over onto her abdomen, her beautiful ass now in full view.

I brought the whip down on her ass. I trailed the whip over her swollen ass, teasing her before delivering the first strike. The first touch of the whip was a light, teasing stroke, just enough to make her gasp. Her hips jerked at the sudden sensation.

The next strike was harder, drawing a cry from her. I watched as a faint pink mark bloomed on her skin, a reminder of my control over her. I continued to trail the whip over her body. Dragging the leather across her thighs and her back.

I rolled her over and brushed the whip across her stomach and her breasts. Ammu’s breathing grew more erratic, her body straining against the handcuffs. I brought the whip down again, this time with a bit more force. Her moan was low, filled with both pleasure and pain.

I could see the way her body responded to the mixture of sensations. She was on edge, caught between wanting more and wanting it to stop. But I wasn’t going to let her make that decision. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear once more. “Do you like that, Ammu? Do you like being at my mercy?”

She nodded frantically, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Yes, please, I need more.” Her words ignited a deeper need within me—a desire to push her further and see just how much she could take. I commanded her to turn over into a doggy position, and she obeyed.

Her body was trembling with anticipation. I continued to tease her ass with the whip. Her body responds with desperate, needy energy. I could see her struggling, wanting me to slow down. But I wasn’t in the mood for mercy.

“Does it hurt, Ammu?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. She nodded, her breath shaky. “Please, slow down,” she pleaded, but I only smiled, bringing the whip down again.m “If you want me to ease up, you’ll have to beg for it,” I growled, watching as her resolve crumbled.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, I beg you, slow down.” I slowed, hitting her. I could see the wetness between her legs and the way her pussy clenched in response to the stimulation. It drove me wild with the need to take her. But first, I wanted to see her break.

Seeing her so open and willing drove me wild. I reached for a larger anal plug, coating it with lube and pressing it against her tight entrance. Ammu’s breath caught, her muscles tensing, but she didn’t resist. Slowly, I worked the plug inside her, feeling her body tighten around it and adjusting its thickness.

Her moans grew louder as the sensation built. I could see the tension in her muscles and the way she was struggling to hold on and keep herself together. I pushed her closer to the edge. I brought the whip down on her ass again, harder this time. She cried out, her back arching as she clenched around the plug.

Her moans were desperate now. Her body was trembling with the effort to hold back and keep herself from falling over the edge. I continued to whip her. Her back arched as she clenched around the plug. Each stroke of the whip sent ripples of pain and pleasure through her.

She wanted to slide onto her abdomen to escape the relentless whipping, but I wasn’t done with her yet. “Stay in position,” I commanded, my voice firm. “You’ll take every stroke in this position.” She nodded, biting her lip as she fought to stay in place. Her ass high in the air as I continued to whip her.

The combination of the anal plug and the whip was driving her wild. Each strike made her cry out, her body writhing in response. Finally, I removed the plug, and Ammu let out a choked sob of relief. Her body collapsed onto the bed, and her lower body hung over the bed.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. I reached for the dildo. Grabbing the dildo, I knelt and spread her thighs. Opening her pussy and sliding the dildo into her soaked pussy with a rough, determined thrust. It made her scream in response. Her hips bucked again,

She quickly shifted back into a doggy position, her body writhing in pleasure. I came beneath her, my hands and mouth working in tandem. I twisted her clit with my thumb and licked it with my tongue. All while thrusting the dildo inside her.

Her body was straining against the handcuffs as I fucked her with the toy. Driving her higher until she was on the verge of breaking. I fucked her with the dildo. Her body trembled with each thrust. She let out a desperate request. “Please, can I have the anal plug?”

Her voice was thick with need, her body aching for more. But instead of the plug, I reached for a large vibrating dildo. Coating it with lube, I pressed it against her tight entrance. Her breath caught as she realized what I was about to do. I pushed the dildo inside her, feeling the resistance as her muscles tightened.

Ammu gasped, her body trembling. I turned on the vibrator, the sensation overwhelming her. She struggled beneath me, her body writhing. I fucked her pussy with the dildo while the vibrating toy filled her ass. The mixture of sensations was driving her to the brink.

Her moans were growing louder and more desperate. I returned to my position beneath her, my tongue flicking over her clit, licking. I thrust the dildo in and out of her. Ammu’s body was straining against the handcuffs. Her pleasure was mounting with each stroke and each flick of my tongue.

“Come for me, Ammu,” I commanded, my voice dark and filled with authority. “I want to feel you come all over this toy.” Her body was shaking due to intense pleasure and build-up orgasm. She let out a soft plea. “Please, increase the speed,” she begged, her voice thick with desire.

Her body was sensitive, every nerve ending tingling. But instead of granting her request, I smiled wickedly. I began to slow the thrusts of the dildo, making each one deep and deliberate. Ammu’s frustration was palpable. She groaned in protest.

Her hips instinctively pushed back against the toy, trying to force it deeper and faster. “Why are you teasing me?” She gasped, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please… go faster!” Ignoring her plea, I watched as her frustration grew. Her body squirmed as she struggled to take control.

Thrusting her pussy harder against the dildo. Her need was overwhelming, and her desire to be taken over the edge again consumed her. I let her continue for a moment until she was nearly out of her mind with need. Then, with a thoughtful pause, I stood up, leaving both dildos in place.

Her face flushed with confusion and desire. I reach for the feather attached to the whip. Slowly, I began to trail the soft feather over her pussy lips, teasing and stimulating her with the lightest of touches. Ammu whimpered, her body on fire as the delicate caress contrasted with the fullness inside her.

The teasing drove her wild. Her hips buckled more as she pleaded for more. I increase her anal dildo speed, and her body starts moving more. “Please, I need more and harder,” she cried out, her voice breaking with urgency. “Increase the speed in the pussy. I can’t take it anymore!”

I let her plea hang in the air for a moment before finally relenting. “Alright, Ammu,” I murmured, a smile playing on my lips. “You’ve earned it.” I repositioned myself beneath her. Gripping the dildo in her pussy and removing it briefly. Teasing her with the absence before thrusting it back in hard and fast.

The intensity of the motion drove her mad. Her body convulsed. As I increased the speed, her moans grew louder. Her body arched with every deep thrust. I could feel her tightening around the toy and her orgasm building with each rapid stroke. The room was filled with the sounds of her ecstasy.

Her gasps and cries echoed around us as I pushed her closer and closer to the brink. “Come for me, Ammu,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire as I continued my relentless pace. “I want to feel you come. I want to hear you scream.”

And with those words, Ammu fell apart. With a final, powerful thrust, her body seized. Her orgasm crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave. Her body convulsed with the force of it as she screamed. She screamed my name, her voice raw with the intensity as she squirted.

Her pussy clenched around the dildo as she squirted. Her juices released over my face, and I fell on the bed, soaking the sheets beneath. I didn’t stop, prolonging her pleasure. I continued to thrust the dildo into her, prolonging her release. Pushing her through wave after wave of pleasure.

She was completely spent, her body limp and trembling with the aftershocks. I keep holding the dildo in place till the last of her orgasm fades away. I first removed the anal dildo and finally pulled the pussy dildo from her. She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and trembling.

She was a vision of exhausted beauty, her skin glistening with sweat, her hair tangled. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the desire for more. The need to be loved and cherished for whatever I had left to give. Her body was marked by whips of the passion we had just shared.

I removed the blindfold from her eyes and looked into her half-lidded eyes. Even in her exhaustion, I could see the hunger in her eyes. The desire for more, the need to be loved and cherished for whatever I had left to give. Without giving her a break, I leaned down, kissing her deeply.

My tongue explored her mouth with a slow, sensual intensity. She moaned into the kiss, her body relaxing beneath me, looking at me in desire again. Her eyes were glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and desire. I knew that we had reached the peak of our pleasure and that there was nothing left to hold back.

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