by Linnea May
A hoarse gasp escapes my lips when I feel his tongue licking my labia, gently sliding along one side from the top down to my opening, before he moves back up the other side. He repeats the same tantalizing circles a few times, fueling me with agonizing desire, as he torments me by coming close yet remaining so far away from my sensitive nub.
I arch my back, coaxing him to come closer, to finally touch me where I really need him. He greets my eagerness with an approving hum and places one hand on my lower abdomen, right on top of my mound, while teasing my entrance with the fingers of his other hand. A bolt of shock travels along my spine at the thought of losing my virginity on his thick fingers. Is that even possible? How can I not know the answer to that?
My delirious thoughts are interrupted when his tongue finally lands on my swollen clit. The sensation is so intense that it almost sends me over the edge.
“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he warns, as if reading my mind and replying to my unspoken thoughts.
I cast him a bewildered look. “Huh?”
“Don’t come,” he clarifies, looking up at me through darkened, narrowed eyes. “Not unless I give you permission.”
Before I can say anything else, he goes back down on me, causing me to melt into a puddle of liquid lust, as his skilled tongue lashes at my tense nerve endings, sending rushing bolts of pleasure through me with every touch.
I groan with relish, squirming and writhing beneath him, so desperate to come that it’s borderline painful. There’s not enough sense left in me to worry about his finger as he slides it inside of me. He doesn’t move very far, stopping his intrusion halfway in, and then he pulls his finger back out, concentrating on my pearl instead. He sucks on it, applying so much pressure that it almost hurts, but the sense of pleasure is stronger, so much stronger.
“No!” I yelp. “No, not… I’m gonna co –”
“No, you’re not,” he interrupts. “You’re not coming, because you’re not allowed to come yet, doll. Understand?”
My reply is nothing but a desperate moan, as he continues playing with my clit, alternating between licking and sucking it, his tongue drawing close, tight circles around it.
I’m overcome with violent flashes of powerful elation, threatening to take me over the edge any moment. I’m torn between wanting to go there, and drawing away to prevent myself from having an orgasm that he’s not permitting me to have yet.
I start whimpering as if I‘m in pain. I‘m overcome with lust, and my mind is dazed and incapable of fighting it any longer.
I can’t do this any longer. I can’t wait another second.
A frantic moan flees from my grimaced mouth as I’m overpowered by the strongest climax I’ve ever had, thrashing and crying while he’s holding me in place with his hand pressed down on my center.
Much to my sorrow, he withdraws his lips from my clenching core, watching me pulsate through my release, while he visibly shakes his head in disappointment. Our eyes meet, and the look on his face terrifies me.
“Bad girl,” he hisses. “Very, very bad girl.”
Chapter 18
Laura
I’m panting breathlessly, sweating, and my heart is racing at such a vicious speed that it makes me feel dizzy. His gaze is fixated on me, and it’s a sinister expression full of threat.
Shit. This can’t be good.
“What did I tell you?” he asks, his voice steady but underlined with fury.
I whimper helplessly, my lower lip shaking uncontrollably, as I try to answer him.
“What did I tell you!?” he repeats, louder this time.
“Not… not to come,” I breathe out, the horror apparent in my tiny, thin voice.
He sighs and rises to his feet, staring down at me as I lay paralyzed in front of him. My center is still open and bared to him because I’m too scared to move.
“And what did you just do?” he asks. His tone sounds softer this time, more patient and forgiving. It almost tricks me into believing this will not have any painful repercussions.
“I… came,” I utter, hoping that my willingness to admit my mistake will help to prevent punishment. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” he repeats, adding a laugh that scares me even more than his threatening looks. “I’m afraid that won’t cut it, doll.”
He takes a step back, burying his hands in his pants’ pockets, and he nods toward me.
“Get up.”
“Yes, master.”
I push myself up, grimacing when the sore skin of my ass brushes against the sheets beneath me. The pain was there before, but it was numbed by my insane arousal. Now, in my post-orgasmic state, it’s more prevalent.
My legs are shaking when I get off the bed and stand in front of him, towering high in my stilettos and wearing nothing but the sheer stockings and black garter belt.
He looks at me and shakes his head again.
“So beautiful and so fucking delicious,” he says. “But so disobedient. What am I to do with you, doll?”
“I’m s –”
“Shut up!” he barks. “You’ve been a bad girl. Saying that you’re sorry over and over again will not help you.”
He comes closer to me in one wide step, hooking his finger into the ring at the front of my collar. He yanks it so hard I’m forced to step forward. Pressed against his chest, he pulls at the collar to lift my gaze to his.
“What did I tell you would happen, if you don’t obey me?” His blue eyes are piercing, wild with a conflicting combination of fury and desire. Again, I can feel his hardness pressed against my lower belly, and I can’t help but wonder why he’s not doing anything about it. Why is he still fully dressed? Why doesn’t he just fuck me?
“You’d punish me,” I whisper, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Please, not the cane. I hate the cane. But I don’t dare say it for fear it will make him use it all the more.
“That’s correct,” he says. His grip on my collar loosens and he takes a step back, assessing me from a distance, as if pondering what to do with me.
I’m trembling, unsure whether the anticipation that’s taken a hold of me is fueled by a positive thrill, or fear. It must be the latter. How on Earth could I be looking forward to being hurt?
Because it feels so good afterward…
I’m yanked back to reality when he places his hands on my shoulders.
“You’re still new to this,” he says. “So I’ll go easy on you. This time.”
An odd mixture of relief and disappointment spreads through my chest. Is he not going to punish me at all? Does he think I can’t take it?
Because I can.
He applies gentle pressure on my shoulders, beckoning me to lower myself down on my knees in front of him. I follow his guidance, determined not to fail him again.
“Lean against the bed frame and sit down,” he says. “On your ass, your legs stretched out in front.”
The thought of having to sit on the hardwood floor with my ass bruised like it is scares me for a moment, but I nod and follow his command, sitting down on the floor with my back propped against the foot board of the bed and my legs stretched out in front of me. I’m forced to part my legs, because he’s standing only about two feet away from me, watching as I deal with the stinging pain on my behind.
I’m supporting myself with my hands placed left and right of my hips to carry most of my weight, as I’m afraid to rest it all on my buttocks.
Of course, he’s not having any of it.
“Lift your arms and stretch them out to the front,” he orders. “Just like the doll you are.”
I suppress a sigh when I lift my hands off the ground, thus allowing my entire weight to rest on the tortured skin of my ass. It hurts, but not as bad as I feared it would.
He enjoys the sight for a moment, and then he leans forward, reaching for the shackle around my right wrist and moving my arm over toward the bedpost to the right so it’s stretched out to the side. The shackles have a little ring attached
to them, similar to the one around my neck. I watch as he drags some black rope through it to tie my wrist to the bed post. He yanks on it before fastening the knot, making sure that my arm is stretched out to the limit while I’m seated.
My pulse speeds up when he does the same thing to the other arm, the muscles in my upper arms and chest twingin with tension as they are tied to the bed posts on either side, exposing my naked breast to him. Whatever he’s planning to do to me now, there’s no way for me to fight it, unless I kick him with my feet.
That idea is quickly eliminated when he grabs my right leg at the knee and slowly begins to lift it up my shoulder, forcing me to bend my back and scoot down as my ass slides forward.
“Let’s see how flexible my doll is,” he whispers, his voiced laced with devilish joy.
He tries stretching my leg, but soon realizes that I’m far from being a member of Cirque du Soleil and flexibility isn’t exactly my strong suit. Luckily, he contents himself with leaving my legs bent, which is straining enough as it is. He ties my legs at the knees and fastens them to the bed post just above my wrists with another piece of rope.
I’m panting, trying to get as comfortable as I can in my position. My slick, glistening center is completely exposed to him. Shame spiced with arousal travels through me like a current when he gets up on his feet, stands in front of me, and assesses his handiwork.
“How do you feel, doll?” he asks, his eyes glued onto mine.
I try to speak, but the words escape me.
How do I feel?
Exposed. Humiliated. Horny. Confused.
All of these are suitable to describe my current emotional state, but I can’t find my voice to say any of them.
“No answer, huh?” he remarks. “Don’t know if that’s such a good idea, doll.”
“G-g-good,” I utter, going for the dumbest reply imaginable. “I feel good, master.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, and my heart skips a beat when he takes off his suit jacket and begins to unbutton his shirt. Finally.
I watch with delighted excitement as he undresses in front of me, visibly enjoying it to have my gaze centered on him when he reveals his chiseled physique before my eyes. His broad chest is sculptured with muscles, as are his strong arms, which flex deliciously when he starts to unbuckle his belt. I never knew I was a visual person, but when I catch sight of his perfectly v-shaped pelvic muscles, I feel a strong desire to run my tongue along them, following their path to his cock.
He’s still hard, according to the impressive bulge protruding noticeably when he drops his suit pants. He casually steps out of them as he approaches me, soon wearing nothing but black boxer briefs.
“My eyes are up here, doll,” he reminds me.
I blush as I tear my eyes away from his crotch and tilt my head as good as I can to meet his gaze above me.
He comes to a halt right in front of me, his feet only inches away from my exposed center.
“What a naughty little doll you are,” he says, narrowing his eyes as he reciprocates my look. “This is supposed to be a punishment, but all you can think of is having my cock inside of you, isn’t it?”
I bite my lower lip in lieu of a reply.
“Again, no answer, huh?” he says, leaning down and supporting himself on the edge of the bed. He pushes his pelvis forward so that his bulge is positioned right in front of my face, so close that I could lick it if I stuck my tongue out.
“Well, if you have don‘t need it to talk to me, at least make that mouth useful for something else,” he says. “Get my cock out and show me what a good girl you can be.”
Chapter 19
Ryan
I’m not making it easy for her, but that’s not the point to begin with. She struggles to get a hold of the waistband of my boxers with her teeth, her cheeks brushing against my hardness again and again as she tries to set it free. The fabric of my boxers escapes her eager teeth several times before she finally manages to pull them down.
“That took you long enough, doll,” I comment, while her entire body shakes beneath me.
She lets out a sigh of relief when she finally manages to free my cock from its fabric cage. The way her eyes widen when she sees it is a treat in itself. Her lower lip is trembling and her gaze full of impatient lust, but when she leans forward with her lips parted, ready to get a taste of me, I pull back.
I’m met with her disappointed eyes, glancing up at me in bewildered insecurity.
“Did I say you could suck on it?” I ask her.
Sweet little Laura shakes her head.
“No, master, you didn’t,” she whispers.
I finish removing my boxers as her curious eyes remain glued onto mine.
“You had your fun,” I tell her. “Now it’s my turn.”
I have no intention of letting her have what she wants just yet, even if it means denying myself something I crave just as much. Her green eyes flicker with understanding when I begin to stroke my length in front of her.
“You just hold still, doll,” I warn her. “Stay still and wait for me to come all over your pretty face.”
She adjusts her body, grimacing as she shifts on her sore ass. The position I put her in is anything but comfortable, but not strenuous enough to actually hurt her just yet. It charms me to see how much she’s trying to please me, even now. She pushes her breasts out as much as she can under the circumstances, and she makes sure not to slouch, even though it would be so much easier on her body if she’d rely on just the rope to keep her in place. Her nipples are pebbled, declaring her continuous arousal just as much as her dripping core.
I continue to jerk myself off while watching her writhe in the restraints, parting her mouth ever so slightly as if to invite me in. Her lips are calling out for me, and I want nothing more than to force myself between them.
“Fuck this,” I hiss, unable to resist the craving any longer. “Open your mouth, doll!”
She doesn’t hesitate, and as soon as her lips part, I lean forward, supporting myself on the bed as I shove my full length inside her warm mouth, until I can feel the back of her throat pushing against my head. She tries to please me, her tongue pressed against my shaft, as I withdraw to give her a moment to breathe. When I plunge into her mouth again, I push in even further, causing her to choke and gag on my length.
I haven’t been this hard in a long time, and I didn’t plan on coming this early in the game. I never do. I take joy in prolonging my pleasure by refusing myself to come for as long as possible. I pride myself on my ability to control even the strongest craving. Forcing myself not to come is just one of my self-imposed rules that helped me put an end to a life dictated by addiction. But no one has ever made it as hard as she has to stick to that rule.
She’s moaning and coughing, saliva dripping down the sides of her mouth, as I ram my hard thickness against the back of her throat repeatedly. I know I won’t last long, but I’m determined to hold back as long as I can.
When the first wave of intense pleasure rolls over me, I manage to pull out just in time, catapulting myself over the edge by stroking myself in front of her face, and she opens her mouth like a good girl. My thick, warm jets of cum pearl on her flushed skin, covering her mouth and feminine jawline before the last few drops land on her round breasts.
Cum and saliva are mingling at the corners of her mouth, she looks up at me through teary eyes.
And then she smiles.
I don’t know why, but she’s fucking smiling at me.
“If you think we’re done, doll, you’re wrong,” I tell her. “I’m still very disappointed in you, but you did good just now.”
The smile on her face widens, and she eagerly licks my cum off of her lips, making sure that the motion doesn’t escape my eyes. That little minx.
The vivid green of her eyes mesmerizes me even now. I can’t trust those eyes. I shouldn’t. I have a feeling she’s hiding something from me, something that she should have shared with me before agreeing to any of
this. She doesn’t know about my suspicion yet, because I want to give her a chance to come clean on her own terms.
If she ever decides to.
“I understand that,” she whispers. “I failed you and I deserve to be properly punished.”
Her words surprise me, but I try not to let it show. She doesn’t need to know about the impression she’s leaving on me.
“And what am I punishing you for?” I ask her.
“For coming when I wasn’t supposed to,” she replies. Her voice is sweet, almost cheerful, adding to my bewilderment.
“So what do you promise never to do again?” I press. I’m going to make her say it again and again, until she understands what this is about.
This is about more than having premature orgasms. This is about deciding to surrender her will to mine and drawing pleasure from it, not drinking up every drop of bliss as soon as it is within her reach.
But the lesson may be over sooner than expected.
“I promise to never give in to my desires over yours again, master,” she whispers solemnly.
Heavy silence stretches between us, only broken by the sound of her struggling against the restraints to get comfortable. The scrunching of her leather cuffs echoes through the silent room. My eyes rest on her, and I run the risk of opening the door to thoughts that must remain shut away, never to surface.
Her gaze obediently lowers with mine as I kneel down in front of her, now speaking to her on eye level. I need to find a way to escape this tender intimacy evolving between us before it causes me to think and do stupid things.
“I don’t know about you, doll,” I whisper. “But orgasms always make me hungry.
Chapter 20
Laura
I share his sentiment about post-coital appetite, but I’d feel more like eating if I wasn‘t in this current predicament.
I’m still naked, my center exposed, and my hands and knees tied to the bed frame behind me. My shoulders are beginning to hurt and my arms are getting heavier by the second. The shackles binding my wrists are cutting into my flesh, as I rely more and more on them. He cleaned himself up, but didn’t bother to clean his come from my face, and now it‘s slowly drying where it dripped down my neck.
