by AE Lister
He was a whirlwind of desire. I had to stop myself from telling him to back off because, even though it was overwhelming and not the actions of a well-trained sub, it felt so fucking good! I threw my head back and concentrated on the pulses of delight his attack elicited.
After what seemed like about three seconds, I came so hard that I thought I would drown him. My groan sounded loud and primal as my body jerked and shuddered, my thighs pushing against his strong arms that kept me spread. He kept licking me, plunging a finger, then two, inside me, pressing my G-spot until I came loudly a second time, harder than the first. All I could do was give in to it and make ridiculous, undignified noises. God, he would fucking pay for this with his ass, but at that moment, I was loving every second of it, except the helplessness I felt as he made me come a third time.
“Vincent. Stop. Stop!” I finally had to say, for fear I’d pass out from the bliss and exhaustion of it. He gave my cunt one last long lick as he pulled his fingers from me and sat back on his heels obediently, his face shiny with my juices, his eyes wild with his own desire.
I stared at him with half-closed eyes and a blissed-out and confused expression as he regarded me with, yes, smugness. I wanted to slap that expression off his face at the same time that I wanted to uncage him, swallow his cock and do to him what he’d done to me.
Chapter Fourteen
“Stand up.”
He blinked then stood and I remembered how tall he was.
“Run me a bath.”
He smiled, although I saw him bring his hand down to rub at his caged cock for a second. “Yes, Sir,” he said and left me.
I fell back on the coverlet, staring at the ceiling while the aftershocks of my three orgasms assaulted me. I had never come so quickly or so thoroughly from a man’s assault like that. There had been women who had reduced me to the same quivering shell, but they had been few and far between. I didn’t understand how Vincent had accomplished this.
My hand found my poor wet cunt and I soothed it gently while I thought about what I would to do to both punish and reward him that afternoon. Should I use the anal balls he was so obsessed with or deny him and take him apart with a small vibrating plug? Or should I harness on one of my rubber cocks and fuck him until he begged to be allowed to come?
The way I felt that moment, like I’d just been thoroughly vanquished by my own sub despite myself, made me opt for the latter. I wanted to fucking destroy him the way he’d destroyed me. Figuratively, of course. But the thought of fucking him hard with one of my strap-ons while his cock was restrained was too delicious to forgo.
And watching him come inside the cage had been something I was dying to see again. If I kept him caged all weekend, I would remove it before he left on Sunday. He’d just have to obey my rules without the aid of a restraint. It seemed the cage turned him on so much that it was more of a handicap anyway.
I listened to the tub filling and pictured Vincent doing my bidding with his cock pushing at the metal bars. I’m sure he was on edge from what had just happened and ready to come again. But I’d settle him by sending him downstairs to practice his piano lessons while I planned out his afternoon.
I took a long, luxurious soak while I listened to Vincent’s piano practice. I had made him put on the Princess shorts and a T-shirt so he wouldn’t get cold, and told him to be a good boy and keep his hands off his asshole. Now that we both knew he could finger himself to orgasm in that cage, he would have to practice some actual restraint when I couldn’t physically restrain him.
I pulled on a short cotton bathrobe in navy that I usually wore over a pair of sweats and padded downstairs, the ends of my spiky hair damp, my skin humming with energy.
Vincent at the piano obediently concentrating on his practice was one of my favorite things to see. He was progressing well, considering that he only got a few sessions on weekends. His fingers were perfect for it, and he seemed to have the brain for it as well.
“You’re doing great at that,” I said as I slid in beside him. He flashed me a smile while he continued his finger work.
“I really like it. I wish I had a piano in my apartment.”
“Is there room for one?”
He shook his head. “Not really. It’s a one-bedroom but it’s small. I have a lot crammed in there.” He glanced at me. “You should come over sometime.”
I found his invitation startling, even though it shouldn’t have been. We had an arrangement. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything.
Except for that kiss. We hadn’t really discussed that kiss.
“Sure. Sometime.” I left it open, feeling like a dick but unable to commit to more than the vague possibility.
“Anytime you want,” he said.
“Vincent,” I muttered. “Are you just, like, generally accommodating? It’s not just your rear-end?”
He laughed and shrugged, continuing to play. “I guess. I really like you,” he said.
I was quiet for a long time, listening to him play my piano like he had always meant to. “I really like you, too.”
I saw him smile, but he kept his eyes on the keys and his agile fingers.
Those fingers. I knew what those fingers could do. He wasn’t just a natural born piano player.
“Vincent, do you know what ‘pegging’ is?”
His hands froze. He stared at the piano keys. After a moment he whispered, “Yes.”
“Did Daphne ever do that? I don’t recall it being in your essay.”
“No,” he said, breathing more quickly, still staring at the keys. “We talked about it, but she never actually did it.”
“I see.”
“Sir?” he said after a moment.
“Yes, Vincent?”
He closed his eyes and swallowed. When he looked at me, his expression was pleading and vulnerable and beautiful. “Are you… Are you going to do that, Sir?”
I smiled slowly at him. “I think I might. What equipment I’m lacking in my pants, I have in my basement.” Namely, a harness and a varied selection of silicone and rubber cocks.
He inhaled and closed his eyes.
“I’ll even let you choose.”
His eyes flew open. “Oh God.” He swallowed thickly. “Really?”
My smile widened. “For you, Vincent, anything.”
He smiled his sweet smile and I told him his piano lesson was over.
It didn’t take me long to get things ready downstairs. I was looking as forward to this as he was.
I laid my dildos out on the spanking bench, which I had made sure to wipe down with disinfectant after our last session.
“Wow, I do have quite a few.”
I was very impressed with myself. Some people collected stamps. I collected cocks.
He looked them over with growing excitement. “Can I pick them up?”
“Sure.”
He lifted up a fairly sizeable rubber model in a bronze color, checked it out then put it back down. Picked up a longer black one that wasn’t as girthy. Put it down. Looked over all of them again.
“This one,” he said, choosing a flesh-colored dildo that was shorter but thick. It was natural-looking with bulging veins and a defined, uncircumcised head. The pretend foreskin sheathed most of the glans and would provide a delicious bump when inserted. It was one of only three I had with that feature.
“Nice. That’s one of my favorites.”
Now, where to place Vincent for the fucking of his life?
I could do it there, which might be more practical, or take him to the bedroom. Decisions, decisions. I gave it to him, because I was in a very good mood and feeling magnanimous.
“Where do you want to do this, Vincent?”
He blinked. “Pardon, Sir?”
I put my hands on my hips and tilted my head. “Where do you want me to fuck you? Here or in my bedroom?”
He looked at the spanking bench, which I hadn’t moved from the middle of the room since the first time we’d used it. “Here. Definitely. I
want to be restrained, Sir.”
“I can restrain you in my bedroom.”
“I like the bench, Sir.”
“Fair enough.”
I thought he might have chosen the more intimate and personal space of my bedroom, but I honestly didn’t care where we did it. I could make him scream down here as well as I could upstairs. But perhaps the acoustics were better in the basement? And the sound-proofing.
The only issue was that he was taller than me. His thighs were longer. I would have to make some adjustments. I wanted to be standing, so he needed to be bent at my waist height.
“I’m going to have to raise the bench so it’s more of a table,” I said. “Can you give me a hand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He helped me raise the bench to a workable height. I had him bend over it a number of times to check and took each opportunity to slap his ass in the Princess shorts and thrust my pelvis against him to make sure the height was right. He groaned and wiggled then complained that the cage was hurting.
“That’s because you keep trying to get hard.”
“That’s because you keep teasing me, Sir.”
“Yeah, I know. Sucks to be you.”
He laughed. “Don’t say sucks, Sir. Please!”
Now I laughed. “Okay my little comedian, strip off and get on the bench with your ass where I need it.”
He gave me a heated stare and did as I asked, his caged cock just below the seat and his knees bent to bring him to my level.
I bound his wrists and his upper arms this time. I also placed a thick leather collar around his neck and fastened it with a clip to the bench. He blinked at me. Probably didn’t realized I would up the ante.
“I want you motionless for this. I want to have my way with you, Vincent,” I said, ruffling his hair. “Your safeword is always available, though, and I’m not going to gag you. Since you can’t turn your head, I don’t need to blindfold you, unless you’d rather.”
His “No, Sir” came out harsh, and he humped the bench with his useless dick.
Excellent.
I bound his ankles and placed a leather band around his waist, clipping it to the bench on both sides.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I said, loving the sight of him fastened down like he was. I ran my fingers from his shoulder blades to his lower back, then over one flank. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he said, the pitch of his voice high. His breathing was ragged and we hadn’t even started.
I grabbed the bottle of lube from the cabinet. “I’m going to finger you to get you ready, okay?”
He moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
I dribbled a ton of lube onto his lower back and pushed it down his crack with my fingers. He gasped and made an excited sound, feeling my skin instead of a glove.
“I know the gloves give an added component of objectification during a scene, but I’m not using them for this.”
He remained silent like the good sub he was and I smoothed my finger over his hole, teasing him gently. “I am going to fuck this hole so good,” I said, rubbing harder then pushing my finger in deep.
He groaned.
I pumped him with it a few times, then added another and did the same. He made such wonderful, vulnerable sounds.
That was something I really liked about Vincent. He didn’t hold his vocalizations back unless I forced him to. He was so unrestrained verbally, when usually very much physically restrained. And I loved it.
“I love the sounds you make, Vincent. Give me all the groans and moans and huffs and whimpers. I love it. And it tells me how you’re doing without you saying a word, although I’ll still check in here and there.”
In answer, as I added a third finger, he whined and whimpered.
“I know… I know that was a lot all of a sudden,” I said, sliding them out and going in more gently. “But you’re doing fantastic, sweetheart.”
His answering groan was modulated and calm.
Good boy.
“Let’s take this to the next level.” My voice betrayed my excitement.
I knew he could hear me as I stripped and grabbed the harness I’d already fitted with the dildo, but he couldn’t turn his head to see. He tried, then growled with frustration and pulled at his wrist bindings.
“Nope. Not gonna show you. Maybe next time. For now, you’ll just have to imagine it.”
He whined and huffed.
“Sorry, baby. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”
“Fine, I’ll take it.”
“Oh, you sure will take it.” I was so hyped that I sounded like a teenager heading to prom.
“May I ask a question, Sir?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Have you done this before? With women, I mean?” He was adorably hesitant to ask this, like it was none of his business. But it was. Finding out if I’d had experience with something I was going to do to him was completely relevant.
“Oh, Vincent. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve put this on and fucked a girl silly, well, I’d be pretty rich.”
“In the ass?”
“Oh yeah. In the pussy, in the ass, in the mouth for the debasement of it. Yeah.”
“Okay.” He sounded relieved.
“That make you feel better?”
“I mean, I figured you had since you’ve got all the stuff. You’ve got a lot of stuff.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, well. I have had a lot of practice with this. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
Nervous laughter. “I’m a little worried about my reaction, Sir,” he said.
This surprised me because I had no doubt he’d enjoy it. “That you won’t like it?”
“That I’ll love it and I won’t want to do anything else.”
“Uh, you’re forgetting about those purple balls.”
“Oh. Never mind.”
I adjusted the harness and the dildo so they were comfortable. “And anyway, there’s still a ton of stuff I want to do with you, Vincent. So, don’t worry about always wanting to do this, because I won’t allow it. I will control your impulses so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
He sighed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, Vincent. Hey, guess what?” I said as I made the final adjustments to the harness straps.
“What, Sir?”
“This harness even has an attachment for a dildo that goes inside me, so I’ll get something out of this over and above reducing your ass to a quivering, pulsing, pleasure conduit.”
He made a surprised noise, then, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
“I’m only using a small one so it isn’t too distracting. But, yeah. Fun, huh?”
“Oh fuck.”
I let the fake cock slap against his ass as I added more lube and coated his crack with it. “We’ll go slow at first, like we did with the black dildo.” I slid the silicone implement along his crack so he got a sense of the size of it. Then I slipped it underneath him and thrust it beside his caged cock. “When you’re used to the size, I’m going to fuck you like you won’t believe.”
“Yes, Sir,” he gasped, then moaned. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please put your cock inside me, Sir. Please!”
Well, then.
I glided the head down his crack and bumped his hole—not to get in yet, just to let him know what was coming. I slid it over his sensitive skin, teasing him, getting him to relax. Finally, I held the head against him and pushed firmly with my pelvis.
Vincent groaned as the head slowly sank in. I stopped, letting him get used to the invasion. He gripped the metal legs of the bench.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?”
“Good. So good,” he said.
“Fuck, you should see how it looks.”
He made a desperate sound.
“Yeah. It looks so hot, Vincent. Ready for more?”
“Yes, Sir,” he moaned.
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p; I fucked him then…slowly and carefully at first. When he seemed to like that, I went more quickly and aggressively. I kept one hand on the base of the realistic dildo, and one on his hip, holding him steady, even though he couldn’t move much. His cries went from soft moans and whimpers to deep low groans, grunts and growls as I plowed his ass.
He was definitely enjoying it and so was I. The dildo inside me rocked to my thrusts. I had chosen a short one because if it had been long enough to rub my G-spot, I’d have come three times already. As it was, I was close.
I reached beneath to his cock in its cruel cage. It bulged through the metal bars, slippery from all the pre-ejaculate. I wanted to make him come. I thought I could make it happen.
I angled the dildo so it hit his prostate every time I pushed into him. His cries went back to soft moans and whimpers, then to high-pitched gasps as I worked him and rubbed that spot. On a hunch, I slid my hand over the cock cage again, touching as much of his flesh as I could, teasing it.
I thrust hard against his prostate and felt hot fluid gush over my fingers as Vincent groaned from the depths of his being. His sphincter contracted around the dildo as the anal orgasm rocketed through him. He whimpered as more and more liquid oozed out. His body shuddered its torturous release.
My cunt spasmed violently around the small dildo and I came hard. The sound that came out of my mouth sounded vulnerable and primal. I clutched Vincent’s hip with my spunk-coated fingers and rocked against him, prolonging the pleasure and celebrating my accomplishment.
Finally, we were both quiet.
I stayed deep inside him as my orgasm subsided.
“Oh, Vincent.”
“Thank you, Sir.” His voice cracked with exhaustion.
“You were magnificent,” I said, easing out carefully.
The dildo slid out of him as he whined with regret. I quickly divested myself of my gear and let it fall to the floor.
I considered putting my clothes back on but I didn’t want to. Instead, I unfastened Vincent’s bonds and helped him stand.
