Written 29/8/2008
The click of her heels echoed across the almost-bare room as
she approached the bed. Then silence.
He tugged on the silken bonds at his wrists, struggling in
vain to release himself so he could pull his blindfold off and look at
this woman who was teasing him. He could hear nothing to indicate she
was still in the room. He was afraid she had left until one side of
the bed dipped lower with her weight. He expected to feel her hand on
his naked thigh, but she made no move to touch him.
He whispered her name as a half-curse, half-plea. She laughed
softly, the sound of a woman who know she holds the power and know how
to use it. "Bitch," he moaned with another futile attempt to pull his
wrists loose.
She let him wait for her another few minutes. The
anticipation of what she would do was almost as arousing as her actual
movements. His hips rocked up off the bed, jerking upward when his
imagination couldn't take anymore.
She sighed. "You're too impatient." He gritted his teeth and
moaned again. She leaned down over his prone body. Her hair snaked
over his chest, teasing across his nipples, sliding down over his
tensed stomach. He felt her hot breath against the base of his neck.
She let him just experience this torture for several minutes, not
moving except to blow her breath against his skin and to
ever-so-slightly shift her hair over his sensitized body.
She waited until his breath hissed between his gritted teeth
and the tension was obvious in his forearms from pulling on the
bindings at his wrists, before she kissed him. She licked the hollow
of his neck, sliding just the tip of her tongue into that slight
depression before running it up one collarbone to his shoulder. His
moan only spurred her on. She did the same to the other shoulder.
Then she began with her teeth.
She nibbled on the projection of bone, so prominent since his
hands were tied above his head. He bent his knees, raising his hips
and thrusting into the air. She made a tsk-tsk sound once she caught
his movements out of the corner of her eye.
She pulled away from him and moved off the bed. "You know you
can't move until I tell you that you can. You didn't ask either." He
swallowed noticeably, his increasing heart rate in ample evidence by
the throbbing of his cock. She moved down between his spread legs,
kneeling between them.
"Please," he whispered. "Please what?" she demanded, her
fingernails dragging lightly over his thighs. First over the corded
muscle of the front of his thighs, then along the soft inner thighs.
She watched his chest rise and fall even faster with his increased
breathing, his arousal too much to hide any longer.
"You want it, don't you?" she asked, her nails going just a
little deeper into his already heated, taught skin. He moaned even
louder, beyond words. "You have to ask for it." His head thrashed on
the pillow, the muscles in his arms defined by his struggle against
his bonds. "you have to beg for it." She bent her head to lick the
skin she had just scratched, licking the red furrows of irritated
flesh. His legs fell limp to the mattress. His body began to shudder
with the force of his repressed climax. "You know you want it."
Scratch even deeper, higher on the inside of his thighs, followed by a
lick higher yet.
He arched his back, thrusting his hips into the air again.
This time she was prepared for it and held his hips down with her
hands. "No," she reminded him.
He tucked his head against his arm and she could hear his
faint whisper of, "Oh, God," in a repetitive breath. "Please, let
me--" his plea was interrupted by her tongue on the head of his cock,
running over it to collect the precum that had leaked out. A
noise somewhere between a moan and a scream escaped his throat.
"Please take me in your mouth," he begged, his pride driven into the
ground by his lust for this woman. She laughed, the sound scraping
over his aroused body like claws.
"You want me to do what?" she asked, making it seem as if
sucking cock was beyond her repetoire. He writhed underneather her
hands and tongue. She had driven him mad. Driven him to the point of
begging. But his blindfold had prevented him from seeing any part of
her. From seeing her hair spread across his chest, from seeing her
kneeling between his thighs, from seeing the look of control and power
on her face as she held him just on the brink of orgasm, but not
allowing him to cross the line.
She moved up closer to him, now holding his thighs apart with
her knees. She slid her hands, fingernails pressing hard into his
skin, up to cradle his cock between her hands, almost presenting it to
be licked.
His body went slack. His head fell back, mouth open with deep
breathing, his tongue sneaking over his dry lips intermittently.
"Please," he whispered, his voice tortured from his dry mouth. She
began to stroke him. His moan cut through the air, his hips jerking
upwards between her hands. "Do it," he demanded.
She pulled completely away from him. "You never demand," she
reminded in a voice that was meant to soften his cock, but only had
the opposite effect. He hissed, "I'm sorry. Please suck my cock."
"No," she answered. He heard her heels click on the wood
floor yet again as she walked up the side of the bed to lean down over
his chest again. She began to lick over his nipples, teasing him in
the same manner he was aching to do to her. Licking all around them
with just the tip of her tongue, then over the aroused skin. As she
did this, she began to stroke his bound arms, reinforcing the fact
that he was at her mercy.
He began a constant soft moaning, punctuated by a deep breath.
She climbed atop the bed, straddling his waist. He became aware of
the damp heat that was radiating from her pussy, steaming his
contracted stomach muscles. "Please," he begged, trying to move his
hips to slide himself into that inviting warmth.
"How much do you want it?" she asked, moving slightly down to
let him feel her damp pubic hairs against his skin. A spasm ran
through his body, so close to the breaking point, but not allowed to
go over.
He gave up his pride to his need. "Please fuck me . . . I
want your pussy around my cock, I want you to fuck me, ride me."
She slithered down his body to cradle his cock in her slit,
not taking him inside, but relieving some of his agony. "Oh, please,
please," he began to repeat, his head thrashing on the pillow,
slamming back and forth, his arms shaking with the strain. "If your
cunt doesn't surround my cock, I'm going to die."
That was closer to what she wanted to hear. "Now, remember,
you can't thrust until I say you can," she told him, moving to take
just the head and no more of his cock into her pussy. He screamed
with an agony of need and frustration. She slid two more inches
inside her. "You can't cum until I say you can." With that, she
slammed him deep inside her, all the way in. She was so wet, she left
a ring of juices around the base of his cock.
"Oh God, please let me cum, please," he murmured, his body
shaking more violently. He could feel her heels resting against,
almost digging into, the skin on his thighs. She didn't move except
to squeeze his cock as it lay inside her body. Squeeze, release,
squeeze, release. She stopped for a moment to allow his climax to edge
off, but then began to fuck him slowly, riding up and down like she
was riding a stallion at a walk.
"More, faster," he whispered. His pride lay in tatters on the
bed. He wanted her so badly, he couldn't think, and all he wanted to
do was cum up inside her wet little pussy. She began to move a little
faster, squeezing him constantly now, so it seemed as if he was
sliding into a virgin since she was so tight.
Her own climax was close, so she began to ride him with no
mercy, slamming him deep inside her. Her moans joined his. He felt a
flood of warmth and wetness around his cock when she came, her
fingernails digging and scratching into the skin of his chest.
"Please let me cum, I want to cum in your wet cunt, please," he
groveled. His climax was so close, he knew he was about to cum
whether or not she said he could.
She fell on top of his body, her heavy breathing against his
neck. She bit the skin at his shoulder and neck and whispered in his
ear, "Flood my pussy. Cum for me."
His cock began to drive up into her, pounding upwards. After
a few thrusts, she could feel his cum splash inside her. His climax
drove her to her second, cumming again around his cock, squeezing and
milking every drop from him. A scream of completion echoed in the
room as he pushed his last bit of cum into her drenched pussy.
They both lay limp on the bed, her on top of him. She reached
up and untied his hands, kissing him deeply as she did. He took his
blindfold off and, grabbing her head, kissed her again. Then he said
what he had been hoping to all night, but she wouldn't let him,
"You're a great fuck, wife."
she approached the bed. Then silence.
He tugged on the silken bonds at his wrists, struggling in
vain to release himself so he could pull his blindfold off and look at
this woman who was teasing him. He could hear nothing to indicate she
was still in the room. He was afraid she had left until one side of
the bed dipped lower with her weight. He expected to feel her hand on
his naked thigh, but she made no move to touch him.
He whispered her name as a half-curse, half-plea. She laughed
softly, the sound of a woman who know she holds the power and know how
to use it. "Bitch," he moaned with another futile attempt to pull his
wrists loose.
She let him wait for her another few minutes. The
anticipation of what she would do was almost as arousing as her actual
movements. His hips rocked up off the bed, jerking upward when his
imagination couldn't take anymore.
She sighed. "You're too impatient." He gritted his teeth and
moaned again. She leaned down over his prone body. Her hair snaked
over his chest, teasing across his nipples, sliding down over his
tensed stomach. He felt her hot breath against the base of his neck.
She let him just experience this torture for several minutes, not
moving except to blow her breath against his skin and to
ever-so-slightly shift her hair over his sensitized body.
She waited until his breath hissed between his gritted teeth
and the tension was obvious in his forearms from pulling on the
bindings at his wrists, before she kissed him. She licked the hollow
of his neck, sliding just the tip of her tongue into that slight
depression before running it up one collarbone to his shoulder. His
moan only spurred her on. She did the same to the other shoulder.
Then she began with her teeth.
She nibbled on the projection of bone, so prominent since his
hands were tied above his head. He bent his knees, raising his hips
and thrusting into the air. She made a tsk-tsk sound once she caught
his movements out of the corner of her eye.
She pulled away from him and moved off the bed. "You know you
can't move until I tell you that you can. You didn't ask either." He
swallowed noticeably, his increasing heart rate in ample evidence by
the throbbing of his cock. She moved down between his spread legs,
kneeling between them.
"Please," he whispered. "Please what?" she demanded, her
fingernails dragging lightly over his thighs. First over the corded
muscle of the front of his thighs, then along the soft inner thighs.
She watched his chest rise and fall even faster with his increased
breathing, his arousal too much to hide any longer.
"You want it, don't you?" she asked, her nails going just a
little deeper into his already heated, taught skin. He moaned even
louder, beyond words. "You have to ask for it." His head thrashed on
the pillow, the muscles in his arms defined by his struggle against
his bonds. "you have to beg for it." She bent her head to lick the
skin she had just scratched, licking the red furrows of irritated
flesh. His legs fell limp to the mattress. His body began to shudder
with the force of his repressed climax. "You know you want it."
Scratch even deeper, higher on the inside of his thighs, followed by a
lick higher yet.
He arched his back, thrusting his hips into the air again.
This time she was prepared for it and held his hips down with her
hands. "No," she reminded him.
He tucked his head against his arm and she could hear his
faint whisper of, "Oh, God," in a repetitive breath. "Please, let
me--" his plea was interrupted by her tongue on the head of his cock,
running over it to collect the precum that had leaked out. A
noise somewhere between a moan and a scream escaped his throat.
"Please take me in your mouth," he begged, his pride driven into the
ground by his lust for this woman. She laughed, the sound scraping
over his aroused body like claws.
"You want me to do what?" she asked, making it seem as if
sucking cock was beyond her repetoire. He writhed underneather her
hands and tongue. She had driven him mad. Driven him to the point of
begging. But his blindfold had prevented him from seeing any part of
her. From seeing her hair spread across his chest, from seeing her
kneeling between his thighs, from seeing the look of control and power
on her face as she held him just on the brink of orgasm, but not
allowing him to cross the line.
She moved up closer to him, now holding his thighs apart with
her knees. She slid her hands, fingernails pressing hard into his
skin, up to cradle his cock between her hands, almost presenting it to
be licked.
His body went slack. His head fell back, mouth open with deep
breathing, his tongue sneaking over his dry lips intermittently.
"Please," he whispered, his voice tortured from his dry mouth. She
began to stroke him. His moan cut through the air, his hips jerking
upwards between her hands. "Do it," he demanded.
She pulled completely away from him. "You never demand," she
reminded in a voice that was meant to soften his cock, but only had
the opposite effect. He hissed, "I'm sorry. Please suck my cock."
"No," she answered. He heard her heels click on the wood
floor yet again as she walked up the side of the bed to lean down over
his chest again. She began to lick over his nipples, teasing him in
the same manner he was aching to do to her. Licking all around them
with just the tip of her tongue, then over the aroused skin. As she
did this, she began to stroke his bound arms, reinforcing the fact
that he was at her mercy.
He began a constant soft moaning, punctuated by a deep breath.
She climbed atop the bed, straddling his waist. He became aware of
the damp heat that was radiating from her pussy, steaming his
contracted stomach muscles. "Please," he begged, trying to move his
hips to slide himself into that inviting warmth.
"How much do you want it?" she asked, moving slightly down to
let him feel her damp pubic hairs against his skin. A spasm ran
through his body, so close to the breaking point, but not allowed to
go over.
He gave up his pride to his need. "Please fuck me . . . I
want your pussy around my cock, I want you to fuck me, ride me."
She slithered down his body to cradle his cock in her slit,
not taking him inside, but relieving some of his agony. "Oh, please,
please," he began to repeat, his head thrashing on the pillow,
slamming back and forth, his arms shaking with the strain. "If your
cunt doesn't surround my cock, I'm going to die."
That was closer to what she wanted to hear. "Now, remember,
you can't thrust until I say you can," she told him, moving to take
just the head and no more of his cock into her pussy. He screamed
with an agony of need and frustration. She slid two more inches
inside her. "You can't cum until I say you can." With that, she
slammed him deep inside her, all the way in. She was so wet, she left
a ring of juices around the base of his cock.
"Oh God, please let me cum, please," he murmured, his body
shaking more violently. He could feel her heels resting against,
almost digging into, the skin on his thighs. She didn't move except
to squeeze his cock as it lay inside her body. Squeeze, release,
squeeze, release. She stopped for a moment to allow his climax to edge
off, but then began to fuck him slowly, riding up and down like she
was riding a stallion at a walk.
"More, faster," he whispered. His pride lay in tatters on the
bed. He wanted her so badly, he couldn't think, and all he wanted to
do was cum up inside her wet little pussy. She began to move a little
faster, squeezing him constantly now, so it seemed as if he was
sliding into a virgin since she was so tight.
Her own climax was close, so she began to ride him with no
mercy, slamming him deep inside her. Her moans joined his. He felt a
flood of warmth and wetness around his cock when she came, her
fingernails digging and scratching into the skin of his chest.
"Please let me cum, I want to cum in your wet cunt, please," he
groveled. His climax was so close, he knew he was about to cum
whether or not she said he could.
She fell on top of his body, her heavy breathing against his
neck. She bit the skin at his shoulder and neck and whispered in his
ear, "Flood my pussy. Cum for me."
His cock began to drive up into her, pounding upwards. After
a few thrusts, she could feel his cum splash inside her. His climax
drove her to her second, cumming again around his cock, squeezing and
milking every drop from him. A scream of completion echoed in the
room as he pushed his last bit of cum into her drenched pussy.
They both lay limp on the bed, her on top of him. She reached
up and untied his hands, kissing him deeply as she did. He took his
blindfold off and, grabbing her head, kissed her again. Then he said
what he had been hoping to all night, but she wouldn't let him,
"You're a great fuck, wife."
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