Taking her wrists in my hand, I push her hands up above her head. Her tits look even better this way, so I fight the need to bite into them. I start untying the tie from around my neck. Thank God, I wore it today. The tie wraps gently around her wrists, and I secure them to the headboard, glad for the metal framing. Her breathing is heavy, her lips parted. It would take so little to slip my cock inside of those pretty lips. But I can’t get distracted, so I turn on the toy again.
“Fuck,” she moans as I turn it up to the highest setting right away. Moaning and writhing, her back arches off the bed. It’s a power like I’ve never felt before. A power I’m not sure I’ll be able to let go. Her orgasm slams into her as she visibly shakes. That perfect pussy grips the toy, and my cock drips with need.
“I haven’t heard you,” I whisper, giving her a second of rest without the toy.
“Two.” Her voice is shaky.
The toy slips back into her wet heat, set to the highest setting. This time, it’s enough for her to cry out.
“Shit, it’s too much. Fuck. Fuck.” Her words turn incoherent with her cries.
“Is that the safe word?” I check.
“N-No.” She shakes her head, and I smile. She’s fucking perfect.
“Is this pretty pussy sensitive? Would she like some rest?”
“Y-yes.” She breathes out.
“Well, maybe she shouldn’t have been such a fucking brat.” I shrug.
Her moans get louder, her body now slick with sweat. She’s a vision.
After the third orgasm, she remembers to count on her own.
“Three,” she whispers. But I’m not done.
Turning the toy back on, her moans turn pleading.
“P-please, no more.” A cry. “I can’t take it.”
“I do love hearing you beg, but it’s not the safe word.” She doesn’t say another word.
The way her pleasure is mixed with obvious pain is a feeling I never thought I’d like. But here I am, continuing to torture her with pleasure.
When I sense she’s climbing her way up to the top again, I use my other hand to release my cock. I dripped so much precum, I stroke it with ease. So pent up from this whole experience, so desperate for the friction, I know my dick is a few strokes away from coming.
Exactly six strokes after, as she starts to clench around the toy on her fourth orgasm, my own hits me with a loud groan. Ropes of seed burst out of my cock, all over her gorgeous tits. My vision blurs as oxygen is hard to come by, so it takes me a minute to gather my breath.
As my vision finally clears, I notice her breathing is still labored. In front of me, there is an awe-inspiring sight. She lies there, painted in sweat and cum, her pussy swollen, but the thing that gets me most is her eyes. Her deep brown eyes look at me in a way they never had before.
They almost look...vulnerable. Like the mask she always wears finally fell off.
“Are you OK?” Maybe I’ve taken things too far.
“Four,” she responds, and my laughter fills the room.
“Good girl,” I tease, but I can see she likes it.
“Are you going to untie me?”
“Nope. I have to feed you first, and I won’t have you kicking me out before you eat.”
I get up, noticing her confused stare as she tries to release her restraints.
“Hey,” she yells after me, but I ignore it.
When I parked the car, I ordered food with the instructions to leave it outside of the door. Opening her door, I’m relieved to find it right there. I grab a couple forks from the kitchen since I usually opt out of one-use utensils.
