Day 7: Overstimulation/Top Violet
Xaden lay on the bed, his arms stretched above his head, wrists loosely tied to the headboard with silky restraints. He wasn't completely immobilized—he could break free if he really wanted to—but that wasn't the point. Tonight, he had willingly given up control to Violet.
He could feel the tension in his muscles, the quiet hum of anticipation buzzing through his veins as he watched her move around the room. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and determination as she prepared. She had a plan tonight, and Xaden was at her mercy, even if the thought of truly letting go still made his muscles coil with restraint.
Violet's movements were slow, deliberate, as she stood at the edge of the bed, her eyes locked onto him. There was a shift in the air between them, a quiet understanding that she was the one in control now, and Xaden couldn't help the thrum of excitement that coursed through him. This wasn't a role he gave up easily—control was woven into the very core of who he was—but for her, for Violet, he would do anything.
"Comfortable?" Violet asked, her voice light but edged with the authority that came with holding the reins tonight. Her fingers trailed lightly over his chest, making Xaden shiver at the touch.
He met her gaze, his jaw clenched with anticipation. "As much as I can be," he muttered, his tone teasing but thick with desire.
Violet chuckled softly, her fingers tracing down his abdomen with maddening slowness. "You're not used to this, are you?" she mused, her lips curving into a playful smile as she let her hand hover just above the waistband of his pants. "Being the one who has to wait."
Xaden's breath hitched, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. He fought to keep his composure, the tug of restraint in his wrists reminding him of the trust he had placed in her. "Not at all," he admitted, his voice low and rough, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "But I'll manage."
Her smile deepened as she moved closer, her fingers toying with the waistband of his pants, teasing him with the promise of more. "You'll do more than manage," she whispered, her voice taking on that commanding edge that sent a shiver racing down his spine. "You're going to take everything I give you, and you're going to love it."
Xaden swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as he watched her. There was a part of him that wanted to push back, that wanted to assert his dominance, but tonight wasn't about that. Tonight was about surrendering to her, about letting her take him apart piece by piece. And gods, he wanted it.
Violet's hands moved with purpose now, her fingers undoing the clasp of his pants and tugging them down his hips with slow, deliberate movements. Xaden's breath hitched as the cool air brushed against his skin, the sensation making his body tremble with anticipation.
"You look so tense," Violet murmured, her voice a soft tease as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. "Let me help you with that."
Xaden's jaw clenched, his hands instinctively tugging at the restraints, but he forced himself to relax, to let her take control. The weight of her body against his, the heat of her skin brushing against him—it was almost too much already, and she hadn't even started yet.
Violet leaned down, her lips brushing lightly against his ear as she whispered, "You're mine tonight, Roirson. I'm going to push you until you can't take it anymore."
His breath caught in his throat, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back. "Violet…" he muttered, his voice rough with need, but he didn't finish the thought. He didn't need to. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Her hands moved over his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles as she kissed her way down his neck, her breath warm against his skin. Xaden's head fell back against the pillows, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he tried to keep himself grounded. But the sensation of her lips, her hands, was making it difficult to think, let alone maintain control.
Violet's fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, deliberately, and Xaden let out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking involuntarily against her hand. The pleasure was immediate, intense, and it took everything in him not to pull against the restraints, not to take back control and flip her beneath him.
But he didn't. He held still, letting her work him over, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself back.
"Look at you," Violet murmured, her voice filled with quiet amusement as she increased the pressure, her strokes becoming more deliberate. "So eager to let go, but still trying to hold on."
Xaden let out a strained growl, his body trembling beneath her as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to spill over. "Violence…"
"Not yet," she interrupted, her voice firm as she released him, her hand moving away just as the pressure began to crest. Xaden let out a frustrated groan, his body shaking with the force of the denied release. "You're going to take everything, Riorson. You're not coming until I say so."
The command in her voice sent a jolt of heat through him, his body straining against the restraints as he fought to keep his composure. "You're going to kill me," he muttered, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
Violet chuckled softly, her lips brushing against his collarbone as she kissed her way down his chest. "No, I'm not," she murmured, her voice teasing. "But I am going to push you until you break."
She moved lower, her lips trailing down his abdomen, her hands sliding over his hips as she settled between his legs. Xaden's entire body tensed as he realized what she was about to do, his breath catching in his throat as her lips hovered just above him.
"Violence…" he growled, his voice thick with both need and warning, but she only smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked up at him.
"Don't worry," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I'll be gentle. At first."
Before he could respond, her mouth was on him, her lips wrapping around him with deliberate slowness, her tongue teasing him in a way that made his entire body tremble. Xaden let out a hoarse moan, his head falling back against the pillows as the pleasure surged through him, every nerve in his body on fire.
But just like before, Violet didn't let him have it. She pulled back before he could reach the edge, leaving him gasping and trembling, his body aching with the need for release.
"Please," he growled, his voice strained as he looked down at her, his muscles tensing with frustration.
Violet smiled, her hand stroking him lightly as she looked up at him with playful defiance. "You're not in control tonight, remember?" she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. "I decide when you get to come."
Xaden's jaw clenched, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he struggled to maintain control. He was on the edge, teetering so close to release, but Violet was still holding him back, keeping him in that torturous space between pleasure and frustration.
"Violett, please…" he muttered, his voice breaking with desperation.
She raised an eyebrow, her hand pausing its movement as she looked up at him. "Please what?" she asked, her tone teasing. "What do you want, Riorson?"
His breath hitched, his body trembling beneath her as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with need. "I want… I need…"
But before he could finish, her hand was moving again, faster this time, her mouth joining in to drive him even closer to the edge. Violet worked him over with ruthless precision, her lips and tongue teasing him in a way that made Xaden's entire body tremble. He let out a hoarse, desperate moan, his hips bucking involuntarily against her, his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts as she pushed him closer and closer to his breaking point.
He was teetering on the edge now, so close that every nerve in his body was on fire, the pleasure almost too much to bear. His muscles were taut, his body straining against the restraints as Violet's mouth and hand worked in perfect rhythm, bringing him closer and closer to the release she had been denying him for what felt like an eternity.
"Violet… I…" Xaden's voice was a ragged, broken whisper, his control slipping with every passing second as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. "I'm going to—"
Violet's eyes flicked up to meet his, and she pulled her mouth off him for just a moment, her hand never slowing as she smirked up at him, her voice a low, teasing whisper. "Do it. Come for me, Xaden. I want to see you lose control."
That was all it took.
Xaden's entire body tensed, his muscles trembling as the orgasm hit him with an intensity that ripped through him like a tidal wave. He let out a deep, guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against her hand as he came, his release spilling over her fingers as his body shook with the force of it. His head fell back against the pillows, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as the pleasure overwhelmed him, leaving him trembling and shaking beneath her.
But Violet wasn't done.
Even as Xaden's body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm, Violet didn't stop. Her hand kept moving, her fingers slick with his release as she continued to stroke him, her mouth returning to him with a renewed intensity. Xaden let out a strangled cry, his body twitching beneath her as the overstimulation hit him like a shockwave, sending jolts of sensation through every nerve in his body.
"Violet… gods… stop…" Xaden groaned, his voice raw with desperation as his body convulsed with the overwhelming sensation. His muscles tensed, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he tried to pull away from the relentless pleasure, but Violet's hand tightened around him, holding him in place as she continued her merciless assault.
"Not yet," Violet whispered, her voice full of wicked amusement as she looked up at him, her hand stroking him faster, her mouth teasing him with just enough pressure to push him further. "You're not done."
Xaden let out another desperate moan, his entire body trembling beneath her as the overstimulation consumed him. Every touch, every flick of her tongue, every stroke of her hand sent shockwaves of pleasure crashing through him, but it was too much. His mind was spinning, his body aching with the intensity of it all, and he couldn't hold himself together anymore.
"Violet… I can't…" he gasped, his voice barely more than a strained whisper as he tugged at the restraints, his body trembling uncontrollably. "Please… it's too much…"
Violet smirked, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his length as she hummed softly, her breath hot against him. "I know it's too much," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "But you're going to take it."
Xaden's breath came in short, desperate bursts, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself together as Violet pushed him beyond his limits. The overstimulation was overwhelming, the pleasure turning into something almost unbearable as she continued her relentless pace, her hand moving faster, her tongue teasing him in ways that made his entire body jerk and tremble.
His mind was hazy, every thought consumed by the overwhelming sensation, and his body was on fire, his skin flushed and slick with sweat as he teetered between pleasure and pain. He was helpless beneath her, completely at her mercy, and the knowledge that she was in control—completely, utterly in control—only heightened the intensity of the moment.
"I can't… please…" Xaden's voice was barely more than a breathless gasp, his body trembling violently as he begged for release, for mercy. His muscles ached, his nerves were raw, and every touch sent him spiraling deeper into the haze of overstimulation. He couldn't take it anymore, but Violet wasn't letting him off that easily.
"You're mine tonight," she whispered, her hand tightening around him as she continued her unrelenting pace. "And you're going to take everything I give you."
Xaden's entire body shuddered at her words, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He was on the edge again—despite the fact that he had already come, his body was betraying him, building toward another release. It was maddening, the way she could push him to the brink and beyond, the way she could take him apart so effortlessly.
And then, without warning, another orgasm ripped through him, just as intense as the first. Xaden let out a hoarse, desperate moan, his body convulsing beneath her as his release hit him with a force that made his entire body tremble. The overstimulation made it even more intense, every nerve in his body screaming as the pleasure overwhelmed him, leaving him gasping and shaking in her hands.
But even then, Violet didn't stop.
She slowed her pace, her hand stroking him gently now, but the sensation was still too much, too overwhelming. Xaden's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling violently as the aftershocks rippled through him, leaving him completely spent, utterly wrecked.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Violet pulled away, her fingers releasing their grip on him as she sat back on her heels, watching him with a satisfied smile on her face. Xaden lay there, his chest heaving, his muscles twitching with the lingering sensation of overstimulation. His mind was foggy, his body weak, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction settling over him—he had given everything to her, and she had taken it.
"You did so well," Violet murmured, her voice soft now as she reached up to untie his wrists, her fingers gentle as she freed him from the restraints. "You took everything I gave you, just like I knew you would."
Xaden let out a shaky breath, his arms falling limply to his sides as he blinked up at her, still trying to catch his breath. His body was still trembling slightly, the aftershocks of his release making his muscles twitch involuntarily, but there was a deep sense of contentment settling over him.
"Gods…" he muttered, his voice rough and hoarse as he looked up at her with a mixture of awe and exhaustion. "You're going to kill me one day."
Violet chuckled softly, her hand brushing lightly over his chest as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "But not tonight," she whispered, her voice full of warmth and affection as she pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You survived."
Xaden let out a low, breathless laugh, his body still trembling slightly as he reached up to pull her down against him, his arms wrapping around her as he held her close. "Barely."