Play Night pt. 4 of 6 (probably): Cumming Down (Oops, You Did It Again)
The two of you lay on your floor, spent. You on the towel and him on his side, turned away. You’re so cum drunk you barely even notice the vibrator still violently humming in pulses against your leg. From his breathing you can’t tell whether he’s just as out of it as you are or asleep (or even conscious). After turning off your toy (wondering if you should give it a new name or smash it with a hammer), you groggily roll over and sit up slightly, gazing down at the mess between your legs. Between the gallons of his cum leaking out and the buckets of your juices soaking a third of the towel your shocked that the two of you aren’t both dried out husks, driven to mummification by mutual lust.
Your fingers begin idly sliding through the flow dripping from you, scooping up a gob and putting it in your mouth. Fuck we tastes good. The both of you mixed together in such quantities is intoxicating and the smell of sex still heavy in the air. Your fingers slowly move, pulling more of his seed out so you can play with it as your mind still swims in the post nut bliss. You casually notice your shorts and panties are drenched and think that the flannel’s probably seen it’s last butt (RIP P&F).
You can’t remember being more at ease with anyone else in your life. The memories shift in and out almost at random of the two of you. The walls you put up at the beginning of the relationship being chiseled away by his patience. Finally feeling comfortable enough to introduce him to your mother (something you did only a couple times before with the [too many] guys you were seeing before him in order to avoid her looming disappointment). Laying in bed with him, red faced as you confided your fantasies under the hidden cloak of night and being so curious about his. Confessing things that only a handful of people knew about you, dark thing, painful things, from your past. The question he asked you about trust at the beginning of the this night comes to the forefront of your thoughts. You feel confident that you gave the right answer.
Despite almost exploding just a minute before, or perhaps because of it, you’re still fucking throbbing. With a mind of their own your fingers move over your slippery lips and inside your pulsing pussy. God this feels so good. The combination of finally getting satisfaction and still being hungry moves your hand up and you begin rubbing your overly sensitive clit as if soothing it from the fit it was having earlier.
Your mind wanders back over what just happened. A quiet moan escapes your lips as you remember him on top of you, recalling the filthy things he said while moaning against you. Your hand moves rhythmically over your pussy as your eyes roll back a little, indulging yourself in the sensation. That thrilling panic when you almost came at the touch of his cock head against your begging slit. And again when you knew you had go all the way the second time…
Your hips are moving with your hand as you breath harder. Recalling when you caused him to lose control, his cock going inside you… Your fingers push back inside yourself where his thickness had just been. Recalling the sound of his voice as he commanded you to cum causes your fingers to involuntarily thrust up inside yourself hard, making a loud wet sound. Fuck, how can this still feel so good? Your whole body is humming.
It rushes up on you like it’s been stalking you all night. Suddenly you go from just being super turned on to running up and plunging over the edge as the orgasm takes you by surprise and without any warning you feel yourself cumming hard again. Clenching and gasping loudly you moan as the second tremor shakes through you and out your mouth. Sooo gooood….
Before you even finish gliding back down to earth, you glance over and notice his eyes piercing through you.
“I’m sorry! I wasn’t…” you sputter, but his hand is already clamped on your mouth.
“Shh shh shh shh…” His eyes are locked on yours, but you can’t read his face or even guess what he’s thinking. He exhales out a deep breath as if he’s deciding what the next step should be. “What are we going to do with you now…” His disappointment is clear. You want to protest but the look he’s giving you makes your voice catch in your throat. You honestly can’t tell if this is part of the act or if he’s actually pissed at you.
Sighing as he stands up and, in a resigned tone, he says, “I guess it’s my fault too. I let myself give in to what I wanted because of all the hungry, *depraved* noises you were making.” He walks over to his drink and takes a swig. “I let you get the best of me… again…” You don’t know where this is going and your not even sure if you like it. Before you can protest again, he holds up his hand. “*You* agreed to this when you said you trusted me and I could trust *you*, right? That *you* would follow the rules? Just nod yes or no.”
This is really starting to be not fun anymore as you feel the heat of tears welling up behind your eyes, but you nod as your face starts to tense up against the panic building inside. The whiplash of going from cum drunk to nearly breaking down in front of him is throwing you completely off. It doesn’t seem real, like you’re watching it happen to someone else in your own bedroom.
“Well let’s get you washed up, come on.” he says matter-of-factually, like you both need to roll up your sleeves and clean up a big spill, as he leads you to the bathroom. Your mind leaves your body. You don’t come to until you hear him speaking to you again and you realize your sitting on the edge of your bed, dried off and naked, hair still a little damp, smelling fresh.
He’s telling you to stay there in a voice that sounds tired, a little off. You comply without even thinking about it as he clears up the soaked towel and leaves the room. Your mind is stuck in a loop trying to understand what’s happening. Are you both going to just go to bed with you feeling like this, leave the pit in your stomach festering all night long as revenge? Is…is he going to sit down next to you and “have a talk”? What was with that strange tone in his voice? Did you do something *really* wrong?
The thought that stick in your head and repeats over and over again is that he’s going to leave you. If not tonight then eventually. The relationship will slowly fall apart like all the others. You won’t be able to meet his gaze and he’ll start drifting away until your alone again. Why can’t you ever do anything right…
Lost in the ruminations, you have no idea how long he’s gone. When he does come back in, he’s unexpectedly carrying a number of fresh towels and something else you can’t really see. Somberly he lays several of them down on the ground in a new spot (also replacing the previous one, probably to try and help get what the last one left behind) and motions for you to come over to him.
“I can’t let you off with just a couple slaps on the ass for this, can I? I mean, you did wantonly and openly disobey me and did it literally behind my back.” You notice his voice is back to where it was before you were… caught disobeying him. You weren’t trying to hide it, it just… happened. You couldn’t control it. It wasn’t like you planned it.
He shushes you again before you can even start to defend yourself. “Now, lets get these on.” He revealed what he had brought in with the towels. It’s the straps, the same ones that you both had used on *him* that night when you bound him up and could do whatever you wanted with him. Back when things made sense.
It looks like he added some new ones to the batch as he begins to bind your arms and hands behind your back, wrapping them around you tight so you can barely move and your spine is, for the most part, forced to stay straight.
He brings you down on your knees. The socks are gone but the extra towels provide more padding. He leaves the room again and returns with one of the padded footstools from the living room, placing it in front of you.
“Now lean over and lets get you tied down, you little cheating slut.” The accusation and tone hit different than the words he’s used before. It makes your insides feel like they dropped two feet down inside you. “It seems I can’t trust you to be good on your own anymore.” The “can’t trust” part lingers in your mind a while after he says it. Everything is falling apart and you can’t help the feeling that it’s all your fault.
Later on you’ll look back and wonder why you didn’t just end it there. Just say the safe word and go back to being two adults who could talk about things rationally and clear everything up. But, you will realize, you couldn’t have done that, even with how awful you felt at the time. Your brain had gone with freeze in response to the threat of being alone again, no longer giving you a choice in the matter. Just like it had back when you were only a child…
Not knowing what was coming next, in a state of prolonged panic, all you could do was react to what was going on around you. You can’t even imagine how things could have turned out differently…
Continued in Part 5: Painful Lessons (No Broken Rulers This Time)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/zsvqqn/play_night_part_4_of_6_mf_20ish40ish_mdomfsub_bfe
Oh nooo, you just posted it and I already need to know how it goes 🥹