Slowly she awoke, languidly stretching her arms and legs above and below her. She had slept so peacefully, as she almost always did after spending most of the late night hours deeply in subspace thanks to the man who was still bear snoring away next to her. She could tell it was still very early, from the darkness outside her bedroom window, but she felt exceptionally awake now. Maybe it was due to how hard she had slept, but more likely due to the tingling between her legs. How she wanted more of him.
She looked at his unconscious form, with the deep and slow measured breaths. He would not be awake for at least an hour or two, by her estimation, which is exactly when inspiration hit her. She tentatively reached for one of his hands, testing to see if he would awaken. She gently wrapped her hand around his wrist, and raised it above his head, toward her upper corner of the mattress. When he didn’t move, or stop his deep rhythmic snores, she became even bolder. Reaching for the strap that dangled from underneath her mattress she pulled up the velcro cuff, that last night had held her arms and legs pinned, and quietly as she could manage, secured his right wrist. She then slowly crawled out of the bed, and crept to his side, and quickly, but softly did the same to his left wrist. She pulled back the blanket that covered his lower body, revealing his naked form. She smiled, remembering how quickly he had fell asleep after they finished last night, before snaking the leg restraints up towards his feet, securing both of those in place as well.
When he snorted a bit, she froze, afraid her plan would be ruined before she had everything in place. Instead of waking, though, she was relieved to see he just shifted a bit, to an even more ideal position towards the middle of the bed, and then resumed his usual snoring. She found the blindfold that had been covering her eyes the night before, and quickly slipped it over his head, effectively blinding him, should he awaken. Then inspiration struck her yet again.
She grabbed a fresh pair of panties from her drawer. He loved gagging her with her own panties, after making her extremely wet. *Let’s see how HE likes it* she thought, and began stroking her clit slowly, teasing herself, and allowing her body to start the natural lubrication process. After just a few moments, she could feel she was getting quite slick, and wiped her lower lips with those panties, and balled them in her fist. This part of her plan would have to wait until he was awake.
She began to plant light kisses on his inner thighs, easily done since his legs were held splayed in the restraints that had been meant for her alone. Moving slowly from mid-thigh to points more north, she carefully watched his member for a reaction. Seeing it begin to twitch as some primal part of his brain recognized what she was doing, despite him still being soundly asleep, she continued, switching her attention to the other leg, while still watching his dick begin to grow. She figured he had slept long enough at this point, and sliding her free hand under his hardening cock, she took the whole thing in her mouth. There was something magical to her about sucking life into a man’s tool. To feel it thicken, and stiffen due to her machinations. She continued to lick, and suck and use her mouth to fuck at least THIS part of him awake, when she heard his snores suddenly stop. The ruse was now up.
“Wha…Wha…What are you doing?” He managed to say, before having his mouth stuffed with her juice soaked panties. She replied with a simple, “Hush, you. It is MY turn, and you cannot stop me.” She was almost shocked at her boldness, and she knew she may pay for this later, but she was also certain that because of the love and trust they shared, along with their dynamic, that he would enjoy this as much as she would.
She reached for the flogger that he had dropped beside the bed last night, after he was through with it. Trailing the leather thongs over his chest, she almost enjoyed watching him writhe against the restraints and flex his muscles, as if he was trying to escape. She knew he was not giving it all of his effort though. Trust goes both ways, in these relationships. He knew she wouldn’t hurt him, or take advantage of him in any way he didn’t want her to. So she let the tail of the flogger glide over his abdomen, across his now rock hard cock before giving him a quick, but firm strike on his inner thigh.
She enjoyed the muted yelp he let out through his gagged mouth, as well as the sight of his cock twitching as it clearly turned him on. But she was not used to being in control like this, and didn’t know how to use the flogger as well as he, so after a few swats against both of his thighs, she dropped the flogger back to the floor, and straddled his lower stomach. She started to grind her wet pussy against his abdomen, teasing him.
“You want me, don’t you?” she asked, seductively. His gagged mouth failing to make words work, so after a garbled and muffled noise, he just nodded vigorously. “But you’re going to have to wait until I am convinced you are ready.” she responded, sliding her hips further down his body until she felt just the tip of his cock brush against the soaking lips of her pussy. She could sense his hips try to rise up to bring cock closer to her moist hole, and she moved with it, continuing the tease.
“Not yet. You have been a bad boy. You don’t get that just yet.” she said while sliding her body back up towards his chest. She brushed her taut nipples against his lips and continued moving her hips north.
“Do you like my wet panties in your mouth?” She asked, seductively. As he began to nod, an assertive yes, she lowered her hips so that his gagged mouth would brush against her throbbing clit.
“If you promise to be a good boy, I’ll let you taste what made those panties so wet” she said, and was quickly rewarded with even more robust nodding of his head. She slowly hooked her finger into a fold of the improvised gag, and as she pulled them out, she lowered her hips closer to his mouth. She could feel the satin of the panties and his lips sliding across her clit, and then his tongue was free, probing her. Licking her. Flicking across every inch of her hairless pussy.
Her breath began to heave, because he was very talented at this, but she managed to somehow remain in control, demanding he make her cum, until she was satisfied, with nothing more than his tongue, before she allowed anything else near her.
It was a task he relished in, quickly bringing not one, but three orgasms crashing into her in rapid succession. She could no longer control her hips, as they slid back down his body. She reached behind her, grabbing his fully hard cock, and guided it inside her. She nearly came again from that alone, but it wasn’t long after she started grinding her hips and fucking him that the floodgates opened. She peaked again and again and again. And as the most powerful of them all began to hit her, starting somewhere in her middle, and spreading out like a wildfire out of control across all of her body, sending little electric shocks to her fingers and toes, she felt him begin to spasm. She relished the feeling of his cum filling her, and she rode out her own lasting orgasm until he was done with his, before sliding her hips up and off his spent and flagging cock. She let the cum leak back out of her and onto him, before she got off of his body. First planting a kiss on his lips, then his neck, and then she slowly began to lick his ejaculate off his body.
Once she had cleaned his stomach, and cock with her mouth, she kissed his cheek, and whispered into his ear, “Be a good boy, while I go make breakfast.” And she left the room, not even bothering to undo the restraints that were confining him.