Page 59 of The Associate
My sexual experiences when I was younger were very vanilla in comparison to what is happening now. With those guys, I let them just get it over with, let them think I had been satisfied, faked it all and then they went on their merry way home and I had to pull a vibrator out of my drawer to finish the job they couldn’t. They were the type of guy to spend ninety percent of the time at the left flap thinking it was the clit.
Mason is different. He sees me differently. He sees me as a person who needs and deserves love.
“Come on, straddle my hips, run your wet pussy over my cock, feel how hard it is. Feel how much I want you. How much I want to be inside you.” There is a heat in his gaze, there is an undeniable hunger behind it. His lips part slightly and I see his cock twitch again, betraying the control he is holding onto.
I straddle his hips, doing as he says. Even restrained, he can still control my every move and I fucking love it. His eyes are focused on me. His hips jerk upwards, lifting me up off the bed slightly and putting me off balance; I fall forward, my hands landing on his chest. “Are you comfortable with this?” I run my fingertips over the scar on his chest.
“Very comfortable.” His eyes move down to where my hands are and he raises a brow. “You’ve stopped moving.”
It isn’t a question. My hips rock back and forth again, his cock twitching when I slide back. I don’t know how much more of this I can take; my clit is already sensitive from the anticipation, I just want to slide him into my pussy. To feel him fill every inch of me.
As I rock my hips forward, I move enough to place his tip at my entrance. “No, no, no Princess.” He clicks his tongue as he pulls back to stop me. “Taste yourself on my cock.”
I crawl down the bed, placing myself between his legs. My mouth opens around him, taking a little in at a time. My tongue teases the tip. He growls at me and thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.
A moan escapes as I take his cock to the back of my throat. Looking up to his face, his head rolls back, biting his bottom lip.
“Fuck! Yes! Just like that!”
I wrap my hand around his shaft, the veins in his cock thick as I begin to slide my hand up and down, using my spit to gain a little more lubrication. His right leg twitches as I move my hand. I roll his balls gently in my other hand.
At this moment, I am in complete control. There is no way he is going to come unless he is inside me, but a little teasing isn’t going to hurt anyone. If he can tease me, I will just return the favour.
“Princess, fuck, please!” he groans. “You’re killing me. Let me come or ride me now!”
I don’t want to give in to him so easily though. I want to enjoy this moment, make him squirm so close to release, yet not being able to reach it. “Not yet,” I whisper and I bring my lips to his tip again, my teeth lightly grazing across the top. I lick the tip before I move my mouth back and lick up the full length of his cock. A small shiver leaves his body and he whimpers my name. Just hearing my name on his lips makes my pussy throb.
“Princess, if you don’t sit that sweet cunt of yours down on my cock right now, I will rip these restraints from the bed and do it myself.” His eyes are now on me with a slight pleading look but also the ‘I’m deadly fucking serious, don’t test me’ look.
I run my tongue up his length again before releasing my grasp and slowly making my way up the bed towards him. He will have to wait a few more seconds before he can be inside me. I am having way too much fun now and I’m not going to let him take that from me.
I place his cock against my pussy and rub my clit against him, feeling the ridges of his length against me. “Oh God,” I whimper.
“Come on princess, let me feel you around me.” His eyelids are hooded as he watches my pussy rub along him. “I know you want it and I want to feel you clench around me when you come. And you will be coming more than once tonight, that I can guarantee.”
His grin is evil-looking but I love it. I slide forward, his tip at my entrance, and slide backwards so that his cock is buried deep inside me. My hips rocking back and forth. “Oh, Mason!” I scream in pleasure as his girth fills me.
I grip my hair as my head falls backwards, my whole body exposed to him. My clit rubs against his pelvic bone, sending shivers through my body. I am on the edge, I am going to come sooner than I expected. His hands are still tied above his head — I want them on my hips as he feels my pussy clamp around him completely.
While keeping the same rhythm against him, I lean my body forward so that my hands are on either side of his head. “Do you trust me?” I ask, kissing his neck and then his lips.
“Yes,” he breathes.
With that one word, I lean to the left, unbuckling the leather cuff. His eyes spring open. “Viv, what are you doing?” He looks at me, his eyes pleading for me to stop.
“Do you trust me?” I ask him again.
He looks between me and the restraints on his wrists before releasing a breath. “Yes, I do.”
“Then trust me on this.” I continue to remove the left cuff and once that one has been freed, I move over to the right. “I don’t want to come while you are tied up, even if it is your only wish right now. I want your hands on my body. I want you to feel every part of my body when you make me come all over your cock.”
His head rolls back into the pillow again, and once I have removed the final restraint, his hands are instantly on my hips, moving them around his waist. My breathing increases as I reach closer to my climax.
“That’s it princess, come for me.” He sits up slightly as I continue to move. “Come all over my cock.”
My body begins to tremble as a wash of cool numbness courses through me from head to toe and then an explosion of ecstasy hits.
I scream out, not caring who in the house can hear me. All that I am aware of is my climax and Mason’s hands on my body, caressing my tits and making their way down my body to my clit. He starts rubbing circles over it, causing my body to spasm again as another orgasm builds up instantly and then has me crashing back to earth.
