Chapter 63: 63. All It Takes For My Fingers To Make Her Spray Like Crazy~!**

Despite her Herculean efforts, the expected explosion never came. Madison was pushing herself to the brink of madness, her fingers working with a frantic, bruising velocity, but the plateau stayed stubbornly high.

’Cum...! Cum...! Please cum...!’ She begs to her. ’I usually cum faster if I do this, but why...?! Why can I still not cum and feel good without having him to touch me?!’

"This is getting boring now," Mike said. "But moving on."

"Almost...! Please... almost there...!"

She was suspended in a state of excruciating, unyielding tension, the "almost" that was killing her. Her muscles were cramping, her breath was a series of broken sobs, and the mental fatigue was starting to override the physical stimulation.

Mike watched her, his initial amusement fading into a bored sort of irritation. He sighed, checking his watch.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, his voice laced with genuine disappointment. "You’re literally working yourself into a seizure and you still can’t cross the finish line."

"You’re so wrapped up in your own ego and your ’struggle’ that you’ve blocked your own damn pleasure."

He stood up, towering over her exhausted, shaking form. "Oh, fuck this shit."

"Watching you fumble around like a beginner is getting tedious!!"

"If you can’t do it, someone will."

Before Madison could even process the shift in energy, Mike moved. He didn’t hesitate at all because of how bored he is right now.

"Pass me that fucking controller, bitch." He dived between her legs, his powerful thighs forcing hers even wider apart, exposing her completely to the harsh light of the room.

Madison’s eyes went wide. "Wait, Master! You said—"

"I said you needed to finish," Mike growled, his hand replacing her trembling fingers. "And now it’s getting boring that I have to make a new entertainment by doing this..."

Unlike her tentative, cautious touch, Mike attacked her with the precision of a conqueror. He found her clitoris with his thumb and applied a relentless, rhythmic pressure that was both heavy and incredibly quick.

"This is how you fucking do it, you bitch!" Simultaneously, he drove two of his fingers deep into her, hooking them upward to massage her G spot with a savage, sweeping motion. "There! Feel the fucking exploding pleasure you’ve held to yourself!"

The change was instantaneous and cataclysmic.

SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!

Madison’s entire world dissolved into a blinding white light. The sensation wasn’t a gradual build, but it was a volcanic eruption.

’Oh no, oh no, oh nooooo...!!!’ Madison shook her head. ’I’m going to cum by his fingers...! Noooooo...!’

A primal, guttural scream tore from her throat a sound devoid of all her usual sophistication, a raw, animalistic howl of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

"OH GOD! MIK—AAAAAAHHHHHNNNNN!"

As the climax hit, her pelvic muscles spasmed with such violence that her whole body jolted off the bed. Suddenly, a powerful, rhythmic pulsing erupted from her core.

SQUIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT~!

A veritable fountain of translucent fluid sprayed outward, splashing against Mike’s hand and soaking the expensive silk sheets beneath her. She wasn’t just coming; she was overflowing, her body purging all the built-up tension in a torrential, liquid release that seemed to have no end.

"There you go! Fucking finally, I’ve been waiting for that pink pussy to squirt!"

She keeled back, her head thrashing side to side, her eyes rolled so far back only the whites showed. She was limp, completely undone, her breath coming in long, shuddering gulps as the waves of the squirt subsided, leaving her drenched, trembling, and utterly conquered.

"OHHHHHNNNNN~! UGGHHHH...!"

Mike pulled his hand back, looking down at the soaked mess of her and the bed with a satisfied, dark smirk. He wiped a stray drop of her nectar from his knuckle and licked it clean.

"See?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble of triumph. "That’s the Madison Reed the world deserves to see."

’She’s completely, helplessly wrecked with my fingers only."

Madison lay there, a broken, beautiful wreck of a woman, her chest still heaving as she tried to regain her bearings. The aftershocks of that first, explosive release were still rippling through her nerves, making every inch of her skin feel electrified and hypersensitive.

"Hahhhh... hahhhhh... done... the deal’s done..."

She thought she was finished, but she thought the ordeal was over.

"Nuh-uh~!"

She was wrong.

Before she could even draw a full, steady breath, Mike’s hand was back between her thighs. He didn’t offer a gentle transition, but he dived straight back into her soaking-wet heat with a renewed, aggressive vigor.

"Ah! Wait! Stop!" Madison gasped, her voice a ragged, high-pitched squeak.

She tried to push his wrist away, but her arms felt like jelly, lacking any real strength. "Master, please... it’s too much... everything is too sensitive!"

"Too much?!" Mike mocked, his fingers working with a merciless, rapid-fire tempo that ignored her pleas entirely.

He leaned over her, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with a dark, unrelenting intent. "You didn’t think the game ended just because you had one little tantrum, did you?"

"You owe me two more, Madison! Two more climaxes, or you’re mine forever."

"But it hurts! A good hurt, but... ahhh!" She cried out as he hooked his fingers deeply, finding the exact spot that made her spine arch involuntarily. "Please, Mike... have some mercy... it’s too intense..."

"Mercy is for the weak, and you’re supposed to be one of the strongest women in Erosyne," he retorted, his voice a biting lash.

He increased the speed, his thumb performing a brutal, circular grind on her engorged clitoris. "Stop whining like a spoiled child!"

"You’re acting like a pampered diva who can’t handle a little friction!"

"If you can’t handle this, how do you expect to handle a real man, huh!?"

He was relentlessly badmouthing her, stripping away her remaining shreds of dignity even as he provided the most exquisite physical torment she had ever endured. He called her a "clumsy amateur," a "sensitive brat," and a "hollow vessel," punctuating every insult with a deeper, harder thrust of his fingers.

SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!

"You’re still at my mercy for now because I fucked a lot of celebrities before, and some of them ended up having their videos uploaded to a porn site!"

"But of course... you won’t see my face because I used a mask so no one can try to find me because some thirsty women really did want me to fuck them all!"

"Consider yourself lucky, Madison!"

’He’s bluffing... there’s no way... ggghhh...!’

The sensitivity she had complained about became her greatest enemy and her greatest ally. Every slide of his skin against hers felt like a bolt of lightning striking her directly in her womb.

The friction was building a secondary, even more volatile pressure than the first. She was caught in a loop of overwhelming sensation, the pain of the intensity mixing with the madness of the pleasure until she couldn’t distinguish between the two.

"Please... please... mmmph!"

She was babbling now, her words dissolving into incoherent moans as the second wave began to crest. Her hips weren’t just moving; they were convulsing, slamming upward into his hand as if trying to swallow his entire arm.

"There it is," Mike whispered, sensing the shift in her muscles. "Give it to me, Madison!"

"Show me how much of a slut you really are."

With a final, devastatingly deep thrust and a heavy, rhythmic pounding of his thumb, the dam broke again. This time, it wasn’t just a spray, but it was a total neurological meltdown. Madison’s eyes flared wide, her pupils dilating until they were nearly black.

SQUIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"AAHHHHNNNNN~! CUMMMINNNGGGGGG~!"

A scream, higher and more piercing than the first, ripped from her lungs as her body underwent a violent, sustained contraction.

She surged upward, her entire frame stiffening like a bowstring, and a second, even more violent torrent of fluid erupted from her, drenching Mike’s hand and spraying across her own stomach.

Her consciousness flickered, her brain unable to process the sheer volume of dopamine flooding her system. She slumped back into the sodden pillows, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her spirit completely extinguished by the dual onslaught of his fingers and his filth.

Mike withdrew his hand, looking at the carnage of the bedsheets with a look of profound satisfaction. He had broken her twice in ten minutes.

"That’s two," he said softly, a victorious glint in his eye. "One more to go, Madison."

"And we’re just getting warmed up."