The bed is perfect for this sort of thing, they’d been told. California King, the biggest of the big. “Big enough for whatever you two have in mind,” the salesman said. Four thick, solid oak bedposts, floor to ceiling, secured the frame in space. The sheets were minimal but luxurious, as were the pillows. Nothing meant to distract, everything to serve a purpose. On each bedpost was secured a series of solid steel rings, in a column of ten from floor to ceiling. Thick curtains could be drawn over the entire sleeping area, if desired. The bed was, in fact, the main reason they picked this particular spot. And it had afforded them a most luxurious, deeply fulfilling sleep.
He was still asleep when she woke. The room was still but for the dust motes dancing in the early morning light, and the rise and fall of his chest. They’d started the night in each other’s arms, but in the huge bed their sleeping forms must have drifted away from each other. He was on his back, arms wide, sheet tangled and kicked away. She could see all of him. It was a novelty to look at him undisturbed. So often, because they were sneaking around, they made frantic love half dressed or in dark corners. It was heaven to be able to watch him now with no concern of the time or who might stumble in.
She knew he didn’t believe her when she tried to tell him how beautiful she thought he was. How perfect his form. Long limbs, graceful hands, dark thatches of hair against pale skin. And then…her favorite part. Her eyes lingered over his cock and full balls. She rolled her eyes at herself a little at the reaction seeing or feeling his sex always had on her. Never, before him, would she have thought a picture of a man’s penis would do anything for her. But from the first moment he’d taken her hand and brushed it over the tent in his pants she knew his body would be her undoing.
He was half hard but still sleeping deeply. She knew he had a plan. This bed itself was a plan she thought, marveling at it for a moment before returning her gaze to him. But she couldn’t resist. Slipping between his legs she wondered how much she could get away with before he woke. She took his length into her mouth slowly. He stirred but didn’t wake as she took him all the way inside. She cradled his balls and began to move her mouth slowly on his cock. In a heartbeat he was rock hard and moaning softly. She upped her pace and felt his hand stroke her hair.
“Am I dreaming?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep.
Knowing she only had moments to spare before he fully awoke, she pulled his could cock fully to the back of her throat and kept it there, clapped in warmth and sweet pressure. When he felt her bite, lightly, at the base, he woke with a start.
“What the!? What’s going on?” He mumbled, still half fogged over but suddenly invigorated.
“Wiy woout woo woo wide did,” she explained.
“What?” He asked.
Knowing she had full control, she slowly slipped him out of her mouth, then slowly slipped him back in. And again. And again. He struggled a bit, muttering something about it being too early, and then realized what she had done in the night. The rings. The bedposts.
She pulled him completely out, “I thought you would like this,” she said, “but if you’re going to be a brat maybe I’ll just leave you here.”
“No, no. I’ll be good.” He said, a slow grin spreading across his face.
“That’s right.” She said, kneeling on the bed, hands on hips, surveying her beautiful, bound slave. “Now, what am I going to do with you?”
He knew better than to offer a suggestion.
Instead he just said “Please…”
She grinned wickedly. Straddling him she bent close and laid kisses on his neck. Trailing her mouth down his collarbone she smiled against his skin at the small noises of pleasure he made. She loved to hear his heart speed up in his chest when she touched him. She lightly raked her fingernails up his sides as she covered his left nipple with her mouth. He gasped a little at the contrasting sensations. She moved her mouth to his right nipple and this time dragged her nails down the insides of his outstretched arms, raising goosebumps and eliciting another moan. She loved to hear him.
She teased her way down his body and knelt, full tits over his straining cock. He tried to lift his hips to thrust against her but was tied too tightly. Where had she learned knots like these?
“Uh-uh.” She teased, bending her head low. She breathed hot breath slowly over his swollen cock but didn’t take him in her mouth again. The sensation of her breath and the visual of her full wet lips so close to his cock was almost enough to send him over the edge.
“Please” He said again, voice ragged.
“Oh, soon. You are being a good boy.”
She gripped him firmly in her tiny hand. She dipped her head and licked her clever tongue along his balls when he moaned she opened her mouth and sucked them gently inside. As she worked them in her mouth she began to stroke his length. His legs trembled and his breathing came faster. He whispered her name, an oath.
“Not yet” She said against his wet skin.
For a moment his there was only the sensation of her hand, then he felt her tongue on his ass. He sucked in a breath and groaned the word “Fuck” as he exhaled. Her greedy little mouth and probing tongue working on him as her hand stroked his cock. He was so close. He told her so and she moved abruptly away. “Not yet, lover. There’s still so much fun to be had, don’t you think?”
He groaned in delicious agony.
She left for a moment, and came back with a small bamboo box, tied with a blood red ribbon.
“A present, for me. Perhaps for you, too, but we’ll assess that afterwards.”
She slowly untied the ribbon, hinging open the box. Inside, red velvet cradled a short silicone sex toy, tapered and ribbed, with a ring on one end. She tied the ribbon to the lowest ring on the nearest bedpost, and firmly tied the other end to the toy.
“I’m going to ease this into your delicious ass, lover, and you’re going to like it. If at any point you squirm and pull it out, you can’t cum tonight. If, when you finally cum tonight, you squirm and it comes out, you can’t eat my pussy. And I know how much you love that… So don’t fuck up.”
She pulled a small bottle of lube out of the box, and drizzled the tip of the toy. As she eased it in him, a devious smile formed on her lips. She was in control for now, but later it’d be his turn. He again gasped in amazement at a feeling so good and so foreign. She new just how to work it in, how to straddle the line of pleasure and pain. He relaxed and let her fuck him slowly in the ass, rapidly getting rock hard again.
“More, please… please,” he moaned, “I’m begging you, please.”
She slid the toy in hard, till only the tiny ribbon clad ring was peeking out of his ass. “Pretty,” she said, “I like you all dolled up like this. We may just leave this in all night.”
Without hesitation, she hopped on top of him, pulling his pulsing cock so deep inside her that he felt his entire being would be consumed. He was wild for this sensation, they fit together so perfectly and willfully that everything else was muted. He again tried to push up into her, wanting so badly to fill her to bursting with thick hot cum. Again, she pulled away slightly, and as she did he felt the toy pull out a little. Immediately he clenched his butt to keep the slippery bit of pleasure inside, and this clenching made him harder and fuller inside her.
“Mmmmmmm…. I like that little bit of serendipity,” she said, “But remember, if it comes out, we’re done for the night. That toy stays in until I say it comes out. Understand?”
“Yes, my gorgeous love, whatever you want to give me I’ll take. Whatever you want from me is yours,” he moaned.
“That’s right.” She murmured, scratching her nails down his chest as she moved lazily on top of him, slowly rolling her hips. She pinched his nipples between her fingers and he sucked in a shocked breath.
“Let’s try something new.” She said, sliding off of him and moving to cradle his face in her hands. She gave him a long, deep kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth. “I love your mouth” she murmured against his lips. “Show me what you can do with it.”
She straddled him and lowered her wet throbbing pussy just above his mouth, teasing. He could feel her heat. Smell her, almost taste her. She reached down and stroked down his balls and over his taint to the plug still inside him. “Remember the deal, you keep it in.”
“Yes. Please let me have you.” He moaned. She did, lowering her body so he could feast on her. As he teased her clit with his tongue she began to sigh and rock against him. Then she moved down again so she could take his waiting, throbbing cock into her mouth while he pleasured her.
It was nearly too much for him. Her pussy grinding against his mouth, her body writhing against his, her skilled mouth on his cock and the plug deep in his ass. He thought he might explode.
He quickened his pace, frantically and purposefully licking the sweetness from her pussy. He knew every piece of her here, memorized down to the last detail. It’d become an obsession for him, pleasing her this way, and to see her hot red lips so close made nearly everything else dissolve away.
Everything except her hand. Her mouth. And oh dear god, her tits. While she pulled and tugged at his cock, her tits brushed against his lower stomach. The full weight of them occasionally pressing hard against his shaft as she pulled all the way forward. Nipples firm, hot. This was everything he dreamed.
He quickened his pace again, straining his neck so to better plunge his tongue completely into her. She groaned just as he groaned, and he knew she was going to cum. He pulled back a little, then slid his tongue around her ass hole, firmly. He lifted to do it again, sliding up on the bed a little to get a better purchase. And then it happened. He felt it slide out just as he was about to cum hot and thick down her throat. She immediately pulled away from him and held up the toy, still attached to the ribbon.
“Well,” she said. “And you were doing so well.”
A frustrated groan tore through him. “No.” He moaned. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, I’ll bet you are. But rules are rules love.” She crooned, dangling the toy over his chest and leaning in to kiss him lightly, teasingly. She was so achingly close and hot against him. He’d been so close and the ache of denied release set his teeth on edge.
“What would you do to me if I broke your rules?” She asked, lips against his, tone silky, wry, teasing.
“I’d…punish you.” He forced out.
“Yes. You would. But I’m not going to spank you, you’re too big to take over my knee, don’t you think?” As she said it she ground her knee against his hard, throbbing cock. He cried out at the beautiful agony.
“Me too.” She said, taking his cry for a yes. “So…I told you you couldn’t cum if you let it slip out. And I told you you couldn’t eat my pussy. But I still need to cum. So- you’re going to lay there. And I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to use you like a toy and make myself cum on your cock. You’d better not cum until I’m through with you. If you’re good maybe I’ll take pity on you and let you finish. Do you understand?” She asked, running her fingernails down his chest hard enough to make him shiver.
“Yes. Please. Use me.”
With a wicked smile on her lips she did. Kneeling over him she began to grind her dripping pussy against the length of him. She tugged at her hard nipples as she did. Moaning softly she closed her eyes and let her head fall back in pleasure.
He knew he was in trouble. She hadn’t even put him inside her yet and he already felt dangerously close to cumming.
Focus.
Think of something else, he demanded his mind.
Then she swiftly got up and turned her ass toward him, reverse cowgirl. With no words she slid herself down on his cock all the way. She was exquisite fire. And the view of her perfect ass as she started to ride him was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She rolled her hips and pulled her hair up and over her head, giving him the view of her slender neck, her tattoos, her wasp’s waist curving toward her dangerous hips. Seeing her alone was maddening, but the sensation of her hot pussy gripping his cock was nearly too much.
He had to close his eyes, or he knew he’d come. He tried to regulate his breathing. To get some control. But then pushed her forward, splaying along his legs, body touching him everywhere and picked up her pace. He knew she was going to cum soon. He just needed to hold on.
She came, hard and shuddering release, he could feel the contractions of her pleasure grip his cock all the tighter. He bit down on his lip so hard he nearly drew blood. But it worked. He didn’t cum.
She withdrew him from her took him in her hand. Gripping him tight she began to thrust against him with her ass. “You want to cum, baby?”
“Oh, please. Please yes.”
“Do it.” She demanded. “Make a mess of me.” As soon as she said it he did, spraying hot cum all over her perfect round ass and up her back into her hair.
She turned around to face him, still stroking him. “Say thank you.”
Helplessly, he did.
“Now, because you were such a bad boy and I was such a good girl, I’m going to make you lick all of your cum off of me,” She said. “Clean me well and you’ll be rewarded. Miss a spot or get too greedily distracted in your task, and you’ll be punished. And after my disappointment with the dildo I shoved up your ass, you won’t actually like your next punishment.”
She slowly untied him from the bedposts, making sure to keep every drop of his rapidly cooling cum all over her. It glistened in the light, a testament to the insane pleasure they were able to give each other. This thing they were in the middle of, this incredibly primal and raw thing, had consumed them so completely that they sometimes forgot their own names. This is why they gave over to each other’s needs and desires so fully and unabashedly. And why, with slow, deliberate strokes, he lapped up every single drop of his salty sweet cum from her back. He sucked it from her hair, caressing her body with his strong hands as he did.
As he finished lapping it all up, mouth full of his own spunk, he slid down to her tight sweet asshole. He pushed her on the bed, spread her cheeks, and pushed the rewarmed cum forcefully and firmly in her hole. It spilled out around the edges, mixing with her cream between her legs. She gasped and arched her back, turning her head to look at him in brazen amazement.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” she exclaimed.
“Baby, you untied me. I think it’s my turn to be in charge now.”
“But…”
“But I’m bigger,” he said, cutting her off, and using his big, forceful hands to push her down, flat on the bed. “And stronger.” He snaked his hands up her back and into her hair, making a fist as he tugged her face to the side by her damp strands. “And I want you to be a good girl.”
She whimpered a little and it sent a thrill through him.
“Turn over,” He growled. She obeyed.
“Arms out.” She obeyed.
In seconds he had her bound as she’d had him. Spread, vulnerable. Her nipples were tight and hard, her gorgeous pussy still glistening.
He fished around in his bag for a minute. She wasn’t the only one who had come prepared.
“Lights out, little girl.” He said, leaning in to tie a silk scarf over her eyes.
She heard the flick of a lighter. A candle? She wondered. Mentally she braced herself for the sear of wax. She could feel him moving around her but could tell where he was. Such delicious nervous tension filled her. She felt the silky tickle of something down her ribs and gasped. She realized she’d been holding her breath. The light stroke came again, down her arm, making her shiver. A feather. It must be. He kissed the curve of her lips, nearly as soft as the feather. He played it over her, making her squirm and sigh. Her taut breasts, her thighs, her insteps, and ever so lightly over her swollen sex. When the first drops of hot wax splashed on her breasts it was even more of a shock, a complete contrast to the soft feather which had preceded them. She cried out, more in surprise than pain.
“Shhh.” He said. “You’re tougher than that.”
Hot splashes landed on her stomach, her thighs. She tried to be good and not squirm or whine. It was deliciously exciting. The quick bite of pain, the waiting. The never knowing what he’d do next.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Where he’d learned to use a candle like this, she could only guess. They’d each shown each other previously unimagined acts, and relished every one. This exquisite agony was something else entirely. Every fleeting jolt of heat sent her closer and closer to ecstasy. She was already red, sore, and physically tired from the previous hours. And yet those drips kept coming, each one pushing her closer. Closer to the edge, closer to losing herself in this unbelievable wall of pleasure. Her breathing intensified once again, becoming short and labored as the feather worked in concert with the wax. She was fairly covered now, the wax forming a growing barrier to the outside world. The feather had fewer and fewer places to tease, but where it found purchase the sensation was like lightning. She shuddered and trembled in delight, the thrill of orgasm ever closer.
She felt his weight on her, crushing the waxy shell the two of them had made together. The red, hot skin underneath tingled as the slight breeze touched her everywhere. She felt his hand on her throat again, tight, and panicked the smallest bit. Blindfolded, tied, exhausted, she wasn’t sure she’d have the energy to tell him that it was all too much. He squeezed hard, and she felt consciousness begin slipping. As he released all pressure, she felt his throbbing cock push deep inside her ass, then pull out and bury in her cunt. The rapid change brought tears to her eyes and she screamed out in pleasure as she felt him give three hard thrusts, his heavy balls slapping her ass each time. He pulled out again, and lightly slapped her pussy. The sensation was new from him, and she liked the tender roughness of his hands on her sex.
He slipped his middle and ring finger forcefully inside her then, drowning out all other sensation. Again she gasped in pleasure, the orgasm so near and so intense that she thought she might simply vanish in a scream of joy. He pumped his hand up and down, and she felt it get closer still. The moment before she came, she felt his weight shift, but couldn’t tell exactly what was happening. He pulled the blindfold off of her, wrapped his free hand around her throat, and pivoted so that his shaft slid roughly down her throat. He managed to keep her on the edge of orgasm while she gagged, and they both came together hard.
She gushed hot thick squirt over his hand, pumping and pumping a geyser of sex. He let go of her and buried himself to his base in her throat, filling her belly with one last hot load.
He withdrew his fingers from inside her used, swollen pussy and pressed his flat palm against the still quivering, hot skin. He pulled himself from her mouth and looked down. Her eyes were heavy lidded, a little teary, but she was looking at him with such love and trust his throat went tight for a moment.
He knew what she needed. He untied her and pulled the covers up around them, folding her into his arms. She melted against him.
“Good, good girl.” He whispered against her sweat-damp temple.
She clung to him. Limp and helpless at first, listening to his heartbeat. After a while she began to caress his bare chest and arms. His neck, every part of him she could reach. She loved the feel of his skin. Soft and warm, but still so masculine. She loved how much he liked her touching him, because she felt like she couldn’t make herself.
“We’re filthy.” She said, looking down at the crumpled sheets and her wax and cum stained body.
“You started it.” He said. She playfully smacked him. “I’ll go run a bath. Stay.”
Fifteen minutes later he was back, scooping her up in his arms, despite her protests that she could walk, dammit. “Shh. Let me.” He murmured.
He’d filled the huge tub with steaming hot water and fragrant bubbles, as well as lighting a few candles. He got in quickly but it took her a few minutes to ease into the hot water. He watched as the water lapped higher on her body as she slowly lowered herself into the foam.
Once she was in he pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms around her. In any other circumstance she would have thought this claustrophobic, but in this moment, with him, it was perfect. She marveled at how they fit against each other, her little cradled against his big. She felt so safe, so loved in his arms.
He washed her body, lovingly, gently, slowly. And she washed him. He gathered her close and kissed her softly and so sweetly.
“This is heaven, isn’t it?” She asked.
“Closest thing to it, I think, angel.”
They lay together until the water started to cool and her stomach began to growl.
Giggling she said “Well, we worked up quite an appetite.”
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