Tortured for information [MF]

|*Now that I have a NSFW account I’m moving all of my content over here. This was one I had posted a few years ago. I hope you all enjoy~*

I’ll start by explaining that I’ve had A LOT of trouble sleeping lately. Most nights I find myself wishing I could just get my brain to shut up. Eventually, I end up sifting through all of the most terrible thoughts I have shoved in the back of my head. I get more and more upset until I’m fighting sleep because I’m just so depressed/panicked/unstable that for some reason this makes sense to me. My boyfriend and I live together and he’s been concerned about the lack of overall sleep I’ve been getting. I had already told him I didn’t want to talk about what was upsetting me (it was the past and I really didn’t want to bring it up and make a problem where there didn’t need to be one), but he was insisting on me telling him what was going on. I knew that I needed to get it off my chest, still though, I decided I’d rather not share with him since he had to be up early. I wasn’t sure how the conversation would go and felt it would be best for another time. Apparently, he had other plans. He decided that he was ABSOLUTELY going to get me to spill the details.

So at first everything is normal, he’s being a pain, asking over and over, while I continue to say no. We’re already in bed so I just roll over to face the wall and cover myself up to the neck. He scoots closer, wrapping his arms around me, and coos my name into my ear, followed by a slightly seductive, “Why don’t you want to talk to me? You don’t love me?” I grumbled out that I loved him and tried not to let him get to me, knowing what he was about to do. “It doesn’t seem like you love me very much being all grumpy over here,” his hands started to wander then, slipping up my shirt to run over my sides and back, “You’re making me sad.” He pouted a little, moving his face to press against the back of my neck, blowing warm air that made the hairs stand up. He knew I liked everything he was doing. I did what I could not to fall for the smooth, silky tone in his voice, for the warmth of his slow moving hands that had made their way to my chest, teasing me with light, gentle touches. Again, my name slowly sung into my ear in a warm breathy tone. I squirmed a little, accidentally giving away that he was winning. He chuckled quietly, nipping my ear with his teeth. I felt the short stubble on his face brush against me as he pulled away and once again buried his face behind my neck. “This isn’t going to work,” I stated, trying to convince myself almost as much as him, “You can’t just come over here and do this crap and always get your way.” He almost giggled. Smugly he replied, “Can’t I?” Before I could retort, his hand slid up and pinched my nipple. I bit my lip reflexively and he laughed at me again. “So,” he started in again, this time I could hear the smirk dripping into his voice, “why don’t you just tell me what I want?” He flipped me onto my back and rolled himself on top of me, leaning in close to breathily say, “They we can do whatever you want.” He lightly bit my neck, cementing my desire for him. We both knew he was the one with all the power right now. I was putty in his hands.

For whatever reason, I still held on to hope that I might somehow be victorious. I continued to refuse to tell him what was bothering me, so he continued to torture me. He held my hands down next to my head, not allowing me to touch or kiss him. Meanwhile, he pressed himself against me, kissing, biting, licking, and sucking up and down my body. I was desperate for more, grinding against the bulge in his underwear through my pajama pants. “Just think,” he whispered into my ear, “All that’s between us is a couple thin layers of fabric that could easily be removed,” he paused, getting close enough for me to kiss and pulling away just before I could get to him and finishing his thought, “if only you’d tell me what I want to know.” I groaned in frustration, then in pleasure, as he began to kiss his way down my body.

I found myself wondering if he realized how wet I was. If he didn’t, he was about to find out. He had started removing my pants, kissing at my waist, then moving down as he pulled them away to kiss my thighs. My body tensed as he bit the inside of my leg. I needed him now and he knew it. “So what’s it going to be? I can keep this going for the next six hours until I leave for work,” he bit my other thigh, then continued, “ooor, you can give in and let me give you what you really want.”

I couldn’t take anymore. He kissed his way back up to my neck, pinning me again, and smugly asked, “Well?” I bit my lip, trying not to lose, but I knew I already had. “Okay,” I squeaked out as he started to push himself against me, “I’ll talk.” He smirked and let go of my hands. Immediately I found myself pressing against him, one hand moving across his back, neck, and chest, the other quickly finding its way to his boxers. I rubbed him through the fabric, occasionally gripping him lightly. I tried to kiss him, but he pulled away again, putting a finger on my lips as he reminded me of our deal. “Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded, “First what I want. Tell me or I’ll have to pin your arms down again. You don’t want that do you?” Of course I didn’t want that. I was so desperate for him I could hardly think enough to give him the answer to the question that had started everything. I expressed to him some things I had been worried about and was more than ready to go. “One more question,” he says and again I groan in frustration. He promises me it’s the last one. To be honest, I can’t even remember what it was or how I answered. My mind was already thinking of other things.

Finally. Finally I get what I want. He lets me remove his underwear, then grabs me and rolls us over so that I’m on top of him. I kiss him as he starts rubbing me gently. He surprises me, hitting a spot I like, and I gasp. As I do, his other hand moves to my face, slipping a finger into my mouth. I begin licking and sucking his finger, knowing this is what he wants from me. He moves me off of him and pushes my head down toward his waist. I know what he wants me to do, but I had other things on my mind. I decide to comply, at least for now, and lick his cock up and down before inserting it into my mouth. He lets out a slight groan of pleasure as I begin slowly working it with both my mouth and my hand. A hand finds my thigh and begins to re-position my leg. He wants to eat me out while I give him head. Normally, I wouldn’t argue with this. Tonight though, he got me wanting much more and I knew if I let him have his way this was ALL we’d be doing. I pulled my leg back, released his cock, and turned around to climb back on top of him. “Why’d you stop,” he asked somewhat playfully. I answered, “I don’t want to do that right now.” I kissed his neck, then whispered to him, “I want you to put it in.” He objected, saying, “Not tonight,” because he was tired and as you may recall, had to be up early for work. I wasn’t letting him get his way this time though. “Please,” I cooed into his ear, “I really want you right now. Come on.” I lightly bit his neck, grinding against him so that he could feel the warmth of my slick pussy. He tried to object, but not much.

After a moment, he grabbed his dick and guided it into me. A roll of pleasure made its way up and down my body as I let out a slight moan. I was determined to make him cum without any effort on his part. He started thrusting a little, but I stopped him, taking over the motion and rolling my hips as I rode him. He seemed pleased, motivating me to pick up the pace a little. I wanted him to grab my ass, but the two of us were already breathing so hard I gave up trying to tell him, instead biting at his neck some more. After all the teasing, it was clear we were both going to get off a bit more quickly than normal. I was getting close, but kept holding back. I knew if I orgasmed so soon I would be done so I decided to change the position slightly by sitting up. Quickly, I realized this was a mistake. His cock was suddenly so much deeper inside of me. I could hardly keep going. I tried to move back to the first position, with my chest against his, but he stopped me and pushed me back upright, holding me there with one arm, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into me. I moaned, managing to breath out, “Oh god.” He kept going until I came, but I wasn’t done yet. I hadn’t accomplished my goal.

The hand he was using to hold me up let me go. I gently rolled my hips, kissing him and catching my breath. Then I decided it was his turn. I gradually picked up the pace until he was so overwhelmed that he had pressed his head back into the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut and his muscles tense. He was almost there. Just a little more. I began to bounce, still keeping a quick pace. His hands gripped my thighs. I considered pulling off, he seemed like he might burst any second. As if he could read my mind, he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me down onto him so that he was deep inside my pussy. I gasped in pleasure and started to grind him, rolling my hips in shorter motions now. His fingers gripped me tighter and tighter, his breathing became short and erratic. I started to worry, but trusting him, I kept going. My muscles started to tense too. I was going to cum again. I could feel my pussy tightening around his dick. Suddenly, he pulled me off him, grabbing his cock and pumping for just a second before he burst, aiming his load at my ass. I had simultaneously had my second orgasm, digging my nails into his chest as I moaned.
For a second, we both stayed where we were. We kissed a little bit, then cleaned up and went to bed. The entire next day, all I could think about was how damn sexy he had been while teasing me. It was a cruel kind of torture, yet for some reason I was craving more.

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