Mild domination: the carrot is mightier than the stick.
Though it's the measured look in his eyes that always makes me tremble, even just the smell of him gets me hot. That's never more true than when he leans over me like this, his teeth nibbling on my neck and his cock twitching deep within my slit. I'm already gasping from the two orgasms that tumbled so quickly after the other they were nearly simultaneous. His hands move away from my breasts to caress down my thighs, encased in long socks by special request. His strokes become long and languorous: enough to keep me moaning, but not enough to build me to the next precipice.
My legs tighten around his waist. I know I can't persuade him to change his mind but I try anyway. My voice takes on a sweetly pleading tone. "More. Please, more."
With a handsome smirk, he pulls his cock back until only the head remains lightly rocking at the very opening of my pussy. Teasing me. "Only if you ask with proper respect." The light, even whisper didn't need volume for me to recognize the demand behind the words.
I know exactly what he wants of me. The last time we lay curled together after a long session of fucking, he'd said it would delight him to no end if I called him "Master, or even just Sir." I'd giggled, knowing he would take it as a challenge.
Despite those two quick orgasms, I'm nowhere close to being satisfied. Not yet. I desperately need him to continue. Since pleading won't work, I let the full strength of lust shine through. "Fuck me."
That earned me a dashing eyebrow raise. "Oh no, I don't think so." At my silence, his eyebrow lowers. "Let me put it this way." His eyes focus on the array of props on the neighboring pillow. A few lengths of silken cord, looped over each other. A blindfold embroidered in delicate swirls of gold. A ball gag, bright red against the crisp white linen. When his gaze returns to me, he's smirking again, enjoying our game. "If you can't speak to me with proper respect, I see no reason for you to speak at all."
My hips rock towards his, even though I know I'll never tempt him against his will. I'm dripping wet, waiting for him, wanting him to pound me into the mattress. The next orgasm is so close that my pussy is throbbing in need. It would be so easy, one little word that means almost nothing to me. "Just fuck me." To leave off any title at all is an act of defiance. But I'm smirking right back at the sternness that creeps into his manner. He's not used to being disobeyed and it irks him.
He leans over me, leaving my pussy completely empty, and lifts the ball gag from the pristine pillow with an air of ceremony. "Don't say I didn't give you a choice." Gently but firmly, he opens my mouth wide enough to fit the ball and I let him lift my head to secure the buckle. As curious as I've been, this is my first time with the gag, and he breaks into an assertively soothing tone. "How's that? Too tight?"
When I shake my head to signal 'no, not too tight', he places each of my wrists on the pillow over my head. The caring persona melts away. "Don't dare move your arms." I moan in reply, or at least I try to, but the sound is muffled by the silicone in my mouth. The sound surprises me, which makes him chuckle with a deviousness that doubles the throbbing down my pussy.
He kneels between my legs, holding them wide apart at the upper edge of my long socks. I grunt at the first sudden thrust, and before I know it he bring us to a hard rhythm of fucking. With every forward shift of his hips, the thick knob of his cock stretches my walls and his balls hit my pussy lips. The sticky slap rings in my ears and pitches me closer. He pounds my ass into the bed, just as I wanted, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. The moans starting up in my throat sound strangled behind the gag. Being unable to even properly moan is strangely hot.
Just as I start to shriek into my gag, he pulls his length from my pussy with a sharp pop. I'm groaning my frustration before I can restrain myself. There's a new flash of delight in his eyes as he taps his shaft on my clit, waiting out my protests. "Oh kitten. Remember how much pleasure I can bring you if you're good."
The desire is maddening. I try to plead with him — please, I'll be good, just fuck me — but it comes out a mumble. With a predator's growl, he buries his cock once more with a wet, squelching sound. It's obvious how wet this is making me.
My back arches at that first thrust and I have to fight to keep my forearms on the pillow where he placed them. Only seconds later, my moans return to muffled shrieks. The intense look of concentration on his face smolders but I know his 'tell'. This time, when his lips lift into that teasing smile, I wrap my legs around his waist. My thighs are tight over his hips but it's not enough to hold him in. With a stern look, he pushes my legs back just as quickly and holds them open. "These. These legs. Do not move them." Even though he's panting I know he means business. I've pushed too far. All trace of a smile is gone from his face.
I feel like I might burst in flames if I don't cum soon. I nod, but otherwise stay still, waiting. Slowly, he works his cock back into that hard fuck.
Again he brings me right to the edge and leaves only the head of his cock to tease me. The first time, my hips buck towards his but I will my limbs to hold still. My need for him is real, pulsing between my legs, made worse by the uncertainty. How long will this go on? Will it ever end?
By the third time, I manage to not make a noise as his hardness slips from me once again. My eyes soften on his, silently pleading to climax. He wouldn't understand my words behind this gag and even if he could, he wouldn't heed them. Not today. His pace. His rules.
When I hold myself perfectly still and silent the fourth time, he smiles down on me. It's unreal how charming that smile is, how badly I want to please him just to see more of it. "Good girl." He lifts my legs up his hips and I obey, wrapping my stockings around his waist. The message is clear: I can have what I want, but only on his terms. "Very good girl."
I've been edged so many times in succession it doesn't take long before the persistent push of his cock makes me writhe underneath him and scream into the gag. Now that I've earned the right to cum, he's relentless in his pursuit. The anticipation makes this moment burn brighter than anything we've done before. Soon my cunt spasms hard around his dick. He doesn't stop thrusting, but leads me straight into another climax while his deep growls warn of his own impending orgasm. I barely have the presence of mind to keep my arms stiffly in place while my pussy clenches and seizes on his rod, milking out his cum. My existence fills with him: his mouth open in a groan, his legs tensed against mine, his hot seed pumping into me.
For the moment all I know is the electric sea of our paired release.
Finally his hips slow. As he leans over me, a bead of sweat drips down from his chest to my stomach. His face glows in a victor's grin: wild and triumphant. "See how much better it is when you cooperate?"
Behind the red ball of my gag, the corners of my lips curl into a smile.
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