I had been reading on the couch when you came in the living room, dropped the handcuffs in my lap, and paused to watch my reaction. I slid my bookmark in the page I was on and shut the book, setting it on the coffee table. My lips were pulling into a lopsided smirk. I hadn’t expected you to find purple leather handcuffs and yet, you did.
Standing, I balanced the cuffs by the tip of my index finger, the soft fur supple. The other cuff barely dangled down from the top one. Not a whole lot of space for writhing, squirming, or trying to free myself when you weren’t looking. But where’s the fun in that?
There was anticipation in the air and I wasn’t surprised to notice that there was dampness growing between my thighs. You had this effect on me even currently, standing wordlessly watching the range of emotions flicker across my face.
I tossed them back to you, my eyebrow quirking, “We agreed upon ‘Unbequemlichkeit’, da?”
Your grin, a wolf’s grin – like I didn’t realize the potential danger I was getting myself into – was one of the most sexy expressions I’ve ever seen. It was almost predatory; I didn’t want to run from you, I wanted every bit of it: I wanted your lust and for you to use me like the fucktoy I am. I wanted your frustrations taken out, left visible in the form of hickies along my collarbone and bruises on my ass and in between my thighs. I wanted to be reminded every time I sat, glanced in the mirror, or got dressed that my pleasure is at your whim. It is exhilarating to give up control when you have every other aspect of your life under your thumb; there is beauty in submission.
“Yes, we did.” You turned on your heel and walked towards the bedroom, not waiting up for me.
I followed you, pausing at the threshold of your bedroom to remove the smocked blouse I’d been wearing over a pair of leggings. It fell at my feet, having been unbuttoned in the time it took for me to get from point A to point B. As you watched me from where you were leaning against the taller dresser, I bent, pushing the leggings over my ass and kicked them off, leaving them with my shirt.
“Everything.” You nodded at my tan bra and mismatched panties. You held a lighter in your hand, and you turned, lighting the candle on the dresser before looking back at me.
My gaze holding yours, I unhooked the bra and let it fall from my figure carelessly. Finally, I hooked my finger under the lace band of my panties and pulled them off, tossing them to you.
Completely naked, I entered your bedroom, walking to the vanity. I’d left a hair scrunchie there earlier in the day, not realizing I would need it. I watched you in the mirror drinking my figure in while I pulled my mousy brown hair back from my face and secured it back in a simple, loose pony. There was no need for anything intricate, like say a braid, when you were going to wreck it anyway.
“Come here, Kisunya.”
My ears perked at your nickname for me and I turned, walking over to you. “Mm?” I tilted my head slightly, my fingers playing with a couple strands of hair at my shoulder. Even though we saw each other near daily, I still never tired of looking at you as I did now. A complete juxtaposition to me, you were still dressed: shorts, tee shirt, even socks! I moved a hand, drawing my fingers along the hem of your shirt, my eyes dropping from your stern expression to the bulge in the front of your shorts.
You caught my hand in yours and your voice was low, “go get on the bed.”
“But-.”
“No buts.” You released my hand and smacked my ass in a fluid motion.
I yelped, covering my ass with my hands as I moved out of your reach. Glancing over my shoulder at you, your arms were folded over your chest and you weren’t having any of my mischievousness. The sheets were cool and soft under my skin as I sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, waiting for you. “How would you have me?”
“On your knees perhaps,” you mused, rubbing your jaw. You drank my figure in, “no, actually…” you trailed off, ditching your shorts and shirt as you climbed into the bed. Your cock stood at attention and I longed to wrap my lips around it. But you had other ideas.
You moved closer to me, kissing me, your hand cupping my neck as we kissed. While we kissed, your hand slid from my neck, down to my breasts, cupping one. You rolled my nipple between your finger, tweaking the metal of my piercing softly. I moaned against your mouth, my tongue drawing across your lip and slipping into your mouth. As we kissed, your hand dropped from my breast to between my thighs. My inner thighs were slick with my honey from anticipation of what was to come next. You pressed two fingers into me, rubbing along my slit as you did, making me moan.
“You’re already so wet…”
“When I’m near you, it’s a constant state of arousal,” I opened my eyes, rolling them at you.
“You’re lucky you’re sitting on that ass of yours….”
“Mm, all bluster.” I chuckled, punctuating my cheek by catching your lip between my teeth with a wink. I heard the handcuffs drop on the bed and felt your hand in my hair, pulling it, and forcing my chin up. I gasped, a moan tumbling from my lips as I released your lip from between my teeth.
“What was that dear?”
“N-Nothing!”
Your grip stayed firm in my hair and you leaned in to me, “Get on your knees and turn around.” You murmured, withdrawing your fingers from my pussy. You leaned away from me, sucking on your fingers as you watched me expectantly.
Oh no. Were you going to paint my ass red for my sass? I did as told, shifting to sit on the heels of my feet, my hands settling in my lap, my back to you. You pushed my hair over my shoulder and began to trace your fingers slowly up and down my back. Your fingers whispered gooseflesh into existence, a trail of it following wherever your fingertips traced. I moaned and arched my back against your touches.
Soon, I was lulled into a soft sense of comfort by your ministrations. You lips were against my neck and you had wrapped your arm around me, holding me to your chest. You laid a few more kisses along my shoulders and moved your hand to mine.
“So, ‘Unbequemlichkeit’,” you murmured in my ear.
“That’s what we agreed on,” I turned so I was barely glancing over my shoulder at you, “don’t be gentle.”
“Don’t say that….” You trailed off as you fastened the supple leather around my wrist, moving to hold my other wrist in your hand.
“At least this won’t leave bruises,” I chuckled.
“Do you *want* bruises?” I could hear the skepticism in your voice, I knew you had to have an eyebrow raised. You pulled my wrist back, none too gently and attached the other handcuff to it. This forced my shoulders back and my chest out in a lewd fashion.
“From you? Always.” I scoffed.
Wordlessly, you grabbed a pillow and put it in front of my hips as you bent me over it. I had every instinct to catch myself and keep from falling flat on my face, but you didn’t let it happen, instead holding on to the chain between my wrists. My back was arched, and I felt you nudge my legs apart with yours. You wasted no time pushing your cock in to my pussy. Your hand went to my hair, pulling, deepening the arch in my back. “Oh fuck!” I bit my lip and writhed under you, trying to fuck back against you. You weren’t having any of it and kept the pace you had set: slow, steady.
Pain is exquisite in its duality. Though my shoulders were forced back and my nails were biting into my palms, there was no ignoring the radiant heat from my toes to my pussy. My moans were stifled despite my lips agape in a small O because your fingers were in my hair forcing my face against the pillows.
I forced myself to take several deep breaths. I could hear your groans as your own pleasure mounted, you had let go of my wrists, instead just keeping a hand in my hair. You had once told me how you would break me and then make me cum as I hadn’t before, but in this moment I could feel my own pleasure plateauing. I’d gotten to a point where I was so wound up that I would have to come down in order to tumble over the edge. Good.
This wasn’t the first time this has happened. The first time you denied my orgasm was unbearable in comparison. I remember being so full of need, so desperate to cum, begging you. My pleas then had fallen on deaf ears, you wanted that pleasure for yourself. And so, you taught me how to lean into the tempest, embrace the calm that came from denied pleasure. Each time you denied my orgasm, it got easier and alas here we were: while the pleasure still made me moan, I was no longer frantic; I would not beg. You had not broken me, just yet.
We might as well have been playing chess. I felt as though I was in a constant state of “check”, but thought by steeling myself through self control, I’d be alright.
Unsatisfied, you wrapped your arm around my thigh. In doing so, you were able to fuck me more deeply. Your strokes slowed, lengthening. But also, you rubbed your hand up the front of my creamy thigh and over the front of my mound. Your fingers slid over my slit and you murmured, “I love how wet you are.” Your fingers found my clit and you began to agonizingly rub circles around it, my self control cracking.
“Nonono!” I moaned, half-heartedly squirming under you, trying to get away from your fingers, “I don’t beg! I won’t!”
“You’ll beg me to cum and after, when I’ve given you what you wanted, you’ll beg for me to stop.” Your words were cold steel, cutting through me. I gasped, my eyes widening and my squirming became more frantic. No matter what I did, I couldn’t escape your fingers. You increased your pace, relentless in trying to break me.
It did not take long for my focus to slip and the pleasure became too much. I needed this. I needed the relief after being held at the precipice for so long repeatedly. “Gods, please!” I whimpered, my shoulders aching, but my pussy deliciously full from your cock.
“Please what?” You stopped thrusting your hips and your hand stilled.
“Please, fuck! I want to cum!” There was a note of desperation in my voice, so full need. What had you done to me? I never used to beg to cum, let alone sound like such a desperate slut.
“Mmm,” you withdrew your cock, pushing it fully into me again, “Is that what you want, Kitten?”
“More than anything!” I wiggled under you, desperate to cum, but the edge was slowly fading out of my grasp. “Please!” I begged, my tone laced with desperation and defeat.
“So be it.”
Your fingers deftly unhooked the chain holding the cuffs together. With my wrists unattached, you pulled your cock from me and your fingers from my clit. I rolled into my back and sat up, my hand going to my disheveled hair.
You did not give me long to adjust as your lips were against mine once more. I moaned softly against your mouth, needy, wanting. Your moans were full of need as well, almost a growl.
“Are you sure you want this?” Your brow was furrowed, you might as well have been warning me that there was no turning back past this point.
Ever defiant, I leaned into you, my kisses renewed with passion. When your tongue slid into my mouth, I bit it softly, watching the concern leave your eyes, replaced by my favorite thing to drag from you: your lust, your itch to have me.
You caught my wrists in both of yours and secured them over my head, fixed to the post. I did not fight you. “Do your worst, Tiger.” I teased.
You grabbed my chin none too gently and kissed me, our eyes locking. When you pulled out of my reach, your eyes were dark, “I fully intend to.”
I did not know what to expect next, but anticipation is one hell of a drug. I shivered despite the room being so warm, and rubbed my thighs together much like you have a tendency for bouncing your leg when you’re full of arousal.
You parted my thighs with your hand and leaned into me again, catching my lip between your teeth. I moaned against your mouth and when you let my lip go, I was near breathless. Your hand had traced over my thighs, playfully, like a spren that might dart from one area to another. When I thought you would finally touch my pussy again, your hand paused and you broke the kiss.
Wordlessly, you walked over to the bag I’d left abandoned on the floor what felt like a lifetime ago. You found my toys and grabbed one. I couldn’t tell which and you held it behind your back as you walked back towards me.
“Whatcha doin?” I asked, crossing one thigh over the other, bravado and cheek fading despite my outward otherwise appearance.
“Making small talk with you,” you grinned at me and I realized just how much danger I was in.
You climbed back into the bed, gracefully and never letting me see what was behind your back. You leaned in, kissing me again. Your kisses are intoxicating and always render me so close to forgetting that there is more in the world than just you and I. It was passionate, a tempest, and I leaned into you, giving you my everything. You took advantage of my distraction and parted my thighs, kneading and rubbing one as you did so. Your doing so made me moan against your mouth and I had all but forgotten about the toy you had stepped away to grab moments ago.
You swirled your fingers in the honey at the apex of my thighs and used how wet I was to rub my clit with it. I moaned, my moans lost and muffled against your lips, but they spurred you on nonetheless. I was getting fidgety from the constant state of arousal: my toes wiggled and then curled, but my moans were still low, breathy, full of need. You broke away from kissing me; first, kissing the corner of my mouth and your free hand trailing lightly over my sides. Your lips trailed fire over my skin, down my stomach and I was nearly panting when you nibbled at my thighs. You nudged my thighs apart further and licked along my slit, moaning as you did. Your moans were music to my ears, but I did not get the chance to revel in them; gasping when you curled two fingers in me and sucked on my sensitive bud. You are a master with your tongue and soon an orgasm began to flirt with me. I tried to writhe under you, but you held my hips in place steadily.
“Ohoh fuck!” I cried out, trying to pull my wrists free, needing to touch you, needing to push you away before you pushed me over the edge without permission. You didn’t stop; instead, you continued, licking my clit fervently and I whined, panting and moaning. “Noo, please! I’m going to cum!”
You paused, inserting two fingers into my now soaking cunt, “that’s the idea, Kitten.” Without another word, you went back to voraciously licking my cunt, like you would a an ice cream cone on the summer, moaning your appreciation at how wet you’d made me.
I had no will to hold out any longer, not after being held at the edge for so long and I gave in, crying out as I came. The pleasure washed through my toes, warming me and overwhelming me. You continued to flick my clit with your tongue, your pace slowing as I came down; everything sensitive. I slowly caught my breath and expected you to stop, but you didn’t.
“Hey!” I moaned as you continued, hands on, laying gentle kisses along my thigh.
“Mm?” You licked your bottom lip like you would after having finished a divine meal.
“I came! It’s sensitive!” I whimpered, trying to ignore the mounting second orgasm.
“I’m not done yet.”
My eyes widened as I recalled your earlier statement, *You’ll beg me to cum and after, when I’ve given you what you wanted, you’ll beg for me to stop.* You’d meant it. My epiphany faded just in time for the buzz of my vibrator to snap me to focus. I gasped and struggled as you nestled it on my clit and turned the speed up to medium. “Nono please!” I moaned, struggling against the handcuffs. Too much of a good thing will make you sick or in this case, knock the air from your lungs from continued panting and moaning. You didn’t pay me any mind, continuing to lick, kiss, and nibble on my inner thighs. You began to move your fingers at a quicker pace, curling them into a come hither motion.
The second orgasm ripped through me, making me cry out, my lush honey drenching your fingers. You withdrew them, but left the vibe on my clit, sucking on your fingers. I twisted, this way and that, trying to get away from the damn toy, but you held me fast, chuckling, “you’d deny me your honey, Kisunya?”
“No,” I breathed, “have as much as you want.” I trailed off, biting my lip, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing in my clit. Your touches, once immeasurably pleasurable were too much. I moaned as you trailed your lips up my stomach and to my breast, licking and kissing each of my nipples. You spread my legs and thankfully, blissfully pulled the vibrator from my clit. Relief was short lived, however, as you teased my slit with your cock and I groaned under you.
You stopped teasing my pussy and pushed your cock into me, groaning as you did so. You trailed your kisses from my breasts and up my neck. I had started to come down, but everything was so sensitive that I found myself nearing another orgasm. Instead of replacing the vibrator on my clit, you rubbed circles around it. I should have never shown you how I liked to be touched!
“You like it when I fuck you like the good slut that you are?” You asked, your breath hot against my ear.
“Y-Yes!” I ached to touch you, to brace my fingers against your sides and leave tiger stripes in my wake.
You continued to murmur low in my ear and I moaned, writhing under you as two orgasms rippled through me back to back. Each orgasm was spurred on by your using me like I was an instrument crafted exactly for yours and only your hands: a tweak of the nipple, the pleasure from your lips bruising my neck. I shuddered under you, my hips rolling up to meet yours for each orgasm.
Your pleasure was mounting and you placed a hand on my neck, your fingers curled around my throat. “You’re my good slut, aren’t you?”
“Only yours!” I gasped, nodding emphatically.
“Good, good…” Your tongue trailed across my ear and you blew softly, “are you going to cum on this cock?”
“I -” I bit my lip, stifling a moan as my legs shook from another orgasm, “fuck! Yes! Please, fuck! No more!” I panted. What was once pleasurable was now too much.
“Maybe one more?” You grunted as my pussy gripped your cock. Shifting, you leaned back and put my calf on your shoulder, allowing you to go deeper. Your hand remained curled around my throat, but your movements became more primal and full of need.
Our moans were loud, having built to a crescendo. Your hand left my throat and you fiddled with the chain holding my wrists over my head, unclasping it. Freed of my restraints, my hands found their rightful spot on your sides, leaving stripes in my wake. Meanwhile my lips trailing kisses along your chest. Your hand snared in my hair and your lips found mine as we kissed clumsily. I snared your free hand in mine and together, we rubbed my so sensitive clit.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” I cried out against your lips. My orgasm rippled through me as I moaned against your lips, my thighs shaking from the pleasure.
You groaned as my pussy clenched down on your cock and it did not take long for you to cum as well. “Fuck!”
Soon, we stilled. My green eyes finding your deep brown. We will still tangled together, a mess of limbs, sweat, and developing bruises between my thighs…
“That was good,” I kissed your cheek, nudging you with my nose. “We needed that.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fmvkh7/first_famine_then_feast_mf_mdom_bondage_long_like
This is amazing… I needed to read that, and I need to have that like nothing else!
That’s really good!!!! Forced orgasm is what the opposite of denial is :)