Showing Restraint [MF] [Orgasm Denial] [D/s]

“Don’t forget what you’re supposed to do before I get home, Baby,” he said softly as he kissed my forehead. I groaned, reaching out to tug him back into bed. I pouted and he shook his head, pulling back. “Nope, you’re not getting out of this. I’ve given you enough chances.”

I whined. “You didn’t have to lock them up, I’d have been fine,” I insisted.

He gave me a pointed look, glancing to the lockbox in the closet and back at me. “My only rule was that you couldn’t finish without me, and you did it anyway. You need to show restraint, Baby.” He kissed my forehead again. “I’ll see you in an hour. And you better have followed orders.”

“Or what?” I asked, rolling onto my side. He smacked my ass in response.

“Or more of that,” he retorted and left.

I sighed and sat up, slightly frustrated. Usually, with a little bit of pouting, I could get my way with him. I suppose he’s finally seeing through my sweet facade and is dealing with it in kind. I should be pleased, but the brat in me wants to kick and scream. The thought makes me smile and I lay back down, this time sighing happily.

After a few moments, I kicked off the sheets and quickly made the bed, tugging the sheets down tight. I pulled the lockbox out of the closet and set it on the bedside table, along with a few other toys, such as the feather crop Daddy liked to tickle me with on occasion, mean little minx he is. Finally, I tugged the restraints out from under the mattress.

I stared at them for a while, biting my lip while I thought of all the things he’d do to me while those wrist and ankle straps held me down. His tongue rolling over my clit and sliding between my lips, delving into my pussy. A shiver went down my spine and I clamped my legs closed just thinking about it. Being at his mercy lit a fire in me, but it was also the most frustrating thing for me, and he knew it. He’d work me, please me, and torture me until I was crying for his cock, and even then he might let me lick it, but still keep me on the edge.

I hated it.

But, I loved it, too. And, I did earn this.

I climbed onto the bed, securing my ankles to the restraints and tugging them down tight. Next, I secured both wrists, using my left hand grab the strap and tug my right hand down against the bed. I gripped the left strap with my teeth and pulled it as tight as I possibly could. It was still loose, but Daddy would double check the restraints, anyway.

And then, I waited.

It wasn’t long until I heard the door close, and heard him rummaging around the kitchen. I heard him putter into the living room.

Then the bathroom.

Then the game room. He turned on his PlayStation there, and I started to grow annoyed. He didn’t play it, though.

*Finally* he made it to our bedroom. He leaned in the doorway, smirking at me. “Hi, baby,” he said softly as he approached. Just as I expected, he tugged at each strap, pulling the strap on my left hand down until it was nice and snug. He looked over at the night stand and raised a brow. “You got everything ready, didn’t you?” his voice was low and sultry, sending me into a place of warmth, where I felt like I could float for days. Somewhere in the distance, I heard keys jingling and a box opening.

I jerked when I felt his hand between my thighs, tracing along the inside. I lifted my head to look, straining against my bonds, but he had one hand behind his back, hiding what he’d grabbed from the box. His finger traced up my slit and I gasped, flinching at his touch.

“Already so sensitive?” he crooned.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Yes, what?” He gave me a stern look and a pinch.

I winced, gasping slightly in pleasure. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, moving his fingers between my lips, groaning when he felt how slick I already was. “You’re always so wet for Daddy, baby. I just want to be on my knees eating you, tasting you.” He slid a finger in, moving it against the walls of my pussy gently.

I whimpered and moaned, arching toward him.

He withdrew his finger and smeared it on my lips. “But, unlike you, I know how to show restraint.” He removed his hand from behind his back to reveal the toy he grabbed. It was the toy we sometimes used in public, I’d put it inside my panties. It’d hook in my vagina and press up against my clit. He could control it from his phone.

I looked at him, wide eyed. “Daddy, no please…”

He raised a brow. “This isn’t a request, baby. You know what you did.” He slid the toy into place and I squirmed. “You’re not allowed to cum,” he stated as left the room.

The seconds between then and when he turned it on were agony. I heard him sit down in front of the TV, open up Overwatch, and when he finally joined a game, the toy went on. I let out a scream as the toy vibrated against my clit, I squirmed against it, trying to dislodge it as he accelerated the speed. Each death in-game meant a higher setting–and it sounded like he was dying *a lot*.

I could feel the warmth spreading, that dull feeling that fills your body as it begins to build toward orgasm. It was hard to keep quiet when every shift of my body meant the toy was pressed against a new part of me that set me on fire. I was not quiet about it at all, moaning and screaming with each jerk of intensity. I tried not to beg, I didn’t want him to have that satisfaction, not yet. But, if I didn’t there’d be no staving off my orgasm, and it’d only get worse from there.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged, shouting to him down the hall. “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.” The vibrating increased, and I shrieked. But, I heard him leave the same and saunter down the hall, the vibration steadily decreasing. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered softly when he was finally in the doorway.

He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to kiss me. He smoothed my hair back and smiled at me. “Oh, baby,” he mused. “We’re not done yet.”

“What?!” I nearly screeched. He gave me a wicked grin and left the room, and the game began yet again.

He did it to me three more times before he finally removed the toy. I was shaking, sweaty, and so sensitive. I was on edge and barely able to move without feeling like I was going to erupt into the most intense orgasm of my life. He loosened the bed straps for me a little before he climbed above me and kissed along my neck. “You can cum now,” he said when he reached my ear. He slid his cock inside me as he did, knowing how much I loved cuming with his cock inside me. I erupted into waves of pure pleasure as he slowly slid in. I arched into him, burying my head into his neck as it took me, sweeping me along until I couldn’t breathe. Even as it subsided, with him still moving inside me, it still felt like there was more building. It came in waves, with each wave weaker than the first, but by the time I was done, I could barely move. He pulled out, not having finished. Feebly, I moved my hand toward his cock, forgetting the restraints.

“Shhh,” he soothed, pulling my wrists and ankles free of their restraints. “Later, baby. You need to rest now.”

“But it’s your turn,” I said quietly, my body wouldn’t let me crawl toward him like I wanted it to. I rolled onto my side, instead, as he was guiding me to do.

“Mhmm,” he agreed. “You’re right, it is. But I’d rather your mouth be on my cock when you’re not falling asleep.” He grabbed a towel and mopped my face up before curling up behind me, tucking me against his chest. “Don’t worry, you’ll have your work cut out for you when we wake up.”

“Mm, promise?”

“I promise, Baby.”

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