Ryan

 

 

 

I’m not making it easy for her, but that’s not the point to begin with. She struggles to get a hold of the waistband of my boxers with her teeth, her cheeks brushing against my hardness again and again as she tries to set it free. The fabric of my boxers escapes her eager teeth several times before she finally manages to pull them down.

“That took you long enough, doll,” I comment, while her entire body shakes beneath me.

She lets out a sigh of relief when she finally manages to free my cock from its fabric cage. The way her eyes widen when she sees it is a treat in itself. Her lower lip is trembling and her gaze full of impatient lust, but when she leans forward with her lips parted, ready to get a taste of me, I pull back.

I’m met with her disappointed eyes, glancing up at me in bewildered insecurity.

“Did I say you could suck on it?” I ask her.

Sweet little Laura shakes her head.

“No, master, you didn’t,” she whispers.

I finish removing my boxers as her curious eyes remain glued onto mine.

“You had your fun,” I tell her. “Now it’s my turn.”

I have no intention of letting her have what she wants just yet, even if it means denying myself something I crave just as much. Her green eyes flicker with understanding when I begin to stroke my length in front of her.

“You just hold still, doll,” I warn her. “Stay still and wait for me to come all over your pretty face.”

She adjusts her body, grimacing as she shifts on her sore ass. The position I put her in is anything but comfortable, but not strenuous enough to actually hurt her just yet. It charms me to see how much she’s trying to please me, even now. She pushes her breasts out as much as she can under the circumstances, and she makes sure not to slouch, even though it would be so much easier on her body if she’d rely on just the rope to keep her in place. Her nipples are pebbled, declaring her continuous arousal just as much as her dripping core.

I continue to jerk myself off while watching her writhe in the restraints, parting her mouth ever so slightly as if to invite me in. Her lips are calling out for me, and I want nothing more than to force myself between them.

“Fuck this,” I hiss, unable to resist the craving any longer. “Open your mouth, doll!”

She doesn’t hesitate, and as soon as her lips part, I lean forward, supporting myself on the bed as I shove my full length inside her warm mouth, until I can feel the back of her throat pushing against my head. She tries to please me, her tongue pressed against my shaft, as I withdraw to give her a moment to breathe. When I plunge into her mouth again, I push in even further, causing her to choke and gag on my length.

I haven’t been this hard in a long time, and I didn’t plan on coming this early in the game. I never do. I take joy in prolonging my pleasure by refusing myself to come for as long as possible. I pride myself on my ability to control even the strongest craving. Forcing myself not to come is just one of my self-imposed rules that helped me put an end to a life dictated by addiction. But no one has ever made it as hard as she has to stick to that rule.

She’s moaning and coughing, saliva dripping down the sides of her mouth, as I ram my hard thickness against the back of her throat repeatedly. I know I won’t last long, but I’m determined to hold back as long as I can.

When the first wave of intense pleasure rolls over me, I manage to pull out just in time, catapulting myself over the edge by stroking myself in front of her face, and she opens her mouth like a good girl. My thick, warm jets of cum pearl on her flushed skin, covering her mouth and feminine jawline before the last few drops land on her round breasts.

Cum and saliva are mingling at the corners of her mouth, she looks up at me through teary eyes.

And then she smiles.

I don’t know why, but she’s fucking smiling at me.

“If you think we’re done, doll, you’re wrong,” I tell her. “I’m still very disappointed in you, but you did good just now.”

The smile on her face widens, and she eagerly licks my cum off of her lips, making sure that the motion doesn’t escape my eyes. That little minx.

The vivid green of her eyes mesmerizes me even now. I can’t trust those eyes. I shouldn’t. I have a feeling she’s hiding something from me, something that she should have shared with me before agreeing to any of this. She doesn’t know about my suspicion yet, because I want to give her a chance to come clean on her own terms.

If she ever decides to.

“I understand that,” she whispers. “I failed you and I deserve to be properly punished.”

Her words surprise me, but I try not to let it show. She doesn’t need to know about the impression she’s leaving on me.

“And what am I punishing you for?” I ask her.

“For coming when I wasn’t supposed to,” she replies. Her voice is sweet, almost cheerful, adding to my bewilderment.

“So what do you promise never to do again?” I press. I’m going to make her say it again and again, until she understands what this is about.

This is about more than having premature orgasms. This is about deciding to surrender her will to mine and drawing pleasure from it, not drinking up every drop of bliss as soon as it is within her reach.

But the lesson may be over sooner than expected.

“I promise to never give in to my desires over yours again, master,” she whispers solemnly.

Heavy silence stretches between us, only broken by the sound of her struggling against the restraints to get comfortable. The scrunching of her leather cuffs echoes through the silent room. My eyes rest on her, and I run the risk of opening the door to thoughts that must remain shut away, never to surface.

Her gaze obediently lowers with mine as I kneel down in front of her, now speaking to her on eye level. I need to find a way to escape this tender intimacy evolving between us before it causes me to think and do stupid things.

“I don’t know about you, doll,” I whisper. “But orgasms always make me hungry.