I’m a sucker for a good romance story.
I’m almost exhausted with pleasure. He’s licked me to three orgasms, and for a moment, my body simply floats. I am boneless.
The bed shifts and I open my eyes. He is braced above me, looking down at my face with a smile. I smile back, and manage to reach up to pull him down for a kiss. I can smell my pussy on his beard, his mustache. Good.
He shifts as we kiss and his cock nudges at me. I ignore it and continue to kiss him. He begins to lightly rub the length of his cock up and down the crease of my pussy. He knows he isn’t allowed to put his cock in position without permission, but he also knows that I’m amused by his attempts to seek relief, and so he rubs. He groans against my mouth and begins to rub more firmly. I smile against his lips.
He groans again. “Please,” he begs.
“Please…what?” I ask archly. I know very well ‘what,’ but I like to make him say it.
“Please let me fuck you,” he says. “I’ll make it so good for you,” he adds, nudging against me.
“That goes without saying,” I remind him and lift my hips against him. He shudders and lunges forward to kiss my neck fiercely.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he says into my ear. His voice is guttural with want now.
I laugh and he growls into my neck. “Please!” he begs, and I decide that yes, I’m ready for him now.
“You may come in…but no thrusting,” I tell him. He nods, understanding. I’ve been training him to please me in all the ways I enjoy.
He braces and our eyes meet as his cock pushes past that first resistance and then sinks in. We both groan this time. I can feel his hips begin to shift and I grab his hair in my fist.
“NO,” I say sternly. “You don’t move until I give permission.”
He nods desperately, eyes closed tight in concentration, fighting instinct. He is panting, his arms shuddering. His whole body is screaming for him to move, to thrust. He groans again, but he stays still.
“Look at me,” I command, and he obeys. Holding his gaze, I clench on his cock, and he gasps. I do it again, harder, and he pulls out frantically. He knows that should he come without permission, he would be punished. To come inside me without permission would be a very, very severe punishment indeed. It’s been weeks since he’s been allowed to come, and his control is a bit ragged.
He breathes deeply, head down, until he regains control. I wait.
“Again,” I say, when he’s ready. He eases in and I slap his ass. “You can move now,” I tell him, and his breath leaves him in a rush as he begins, finally, to thrust. He leans down to nuzzle my cheek, and we smile into each other’s eyes in the midst of it all.
As he finds the angle and rhythm that pleases me, his thrusts grow stronger. I catch my breath. He’s so good.
“What are you?” I ask.
“Your dildo,” he moans, and thrusts faster. It excites him to be used, to be a thing.
“Would you like to come?” I whisper into his ear. I can feel yet another orgasm rolling toward me.
“Oh god, yes,” he says, and his thrusts increase in tempo.
“No,” I say. “You don’t get to come. This is for me. Now make me come, ‘dildo’.”
And oh, he does.
Sex toys don’t come.
I’d probably just save it and tease you while we are out. 😈😏
lol, love it
‘Oh my god sis, you weren’t even kidding! That’s hilarious!’
Men caught out in public without their cages on would be put ‘in the stocks’ where trained ‘teasers’ would make sure they didn’t make the same mistake again.