“The last rule,” he said, “and this is the most important one.”
He raked his arms back from me and spun me around so that I was facing him. He smoothed his hands up the sides of my stomach, lifting my arms into the air as he worked his way further and further up until my arms were in the air above me. He held my wrists in place with one hand and used the other to grab something that was attached to the frame of the bed. My heart started to beat a little faster as he secured my hands to the frame in some kind of restraint then he stepped back and looked at me with a smile.
“I’m in total control,” he said. “Always.”
“Yes, Gio.”
He shook his head as he hooked a finger into his necktie and started to loosen it. “Oh, you are going to be perfect, I can tell already.” He yanked it from around his neck, then he walked up to me and tied it around my eyes. It was a little scary not being able to see, but I meant what I said earlier.
I trusted Gio.
With my sight cut off, all my other senses were emboldening with each touch of his hands on me or his breath in my ear. When I felt the unmistakable feeling of a blade against my skin, I seized up, but Gio didn’t cut me, but rather my t-shirt, given that my hands were already fastened, and he had no other way to get it off. All of my clothes were what he’d purchased, so I didn’t have any complaints.
“Hmm,” he hummed. “You were going to let me cut you?”
He must have noticed the way I fought not to flinch away from the blade against my skin. “You have total control,” I replied.
His lips pressed against mine a second later. There was desperation there as his tongue slipped forward between my lips. One of his hands slid down my stomach and undid the button of my pants and then under my underwear. A finger flicked over my clit and I started to whimper. I felt the need to pull my legs together, but I resisted and just moaned my way through Gio’s plucking. It seemed he was working towards the goal of making me come because he got me there quickly.
My entire lower half started to burn. I nearly released on impulse, but I closed off my body as best I could and fought it back, just barely managing to get out, “C-can I come, Gio?”
He bit gently on my jaw. “You can, for such a marvelous answer to my last question.”
The orgasm clamored over me like waves crashing into one another, each one larger than the last. Some sound came out of my mouth as Gio rubbed me to my climax, but at the top, I went completely silent. My brain fogged over, and I was overwhelmed with the feeling of it until he finally slowed his massage, allowing me to come down.
“Did that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes, Gio,” I replied.
“Normally, I wouldn’t let you come so early, but you deserved a reward.” He licked a line down my jaw until he got to my clavicle, then he bit down with the same force he’d done with it the night before. It hurt, but still lost in the throes of my orgasm, I could barely feel it. The feeling of him left me behind as he pulled his hands back from me entirely. “We’ll start slow for our first time,” he said, and I listened as he seemed to walk across the room and rummage through something.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but different sounds came to me that excited me, nonetheless. The sound of him undoing his belt and his pants hitting the floor. The sound of him locking his bedroom door. The whirring of something mechanical behind me that I guessed were the windows being shuttered, based on the fact that I could just barely see the room getting darker in the gaps beneath the tie that blinded me.
Then he finally came back to me and finished the job of undressing me. He started with my pants, hooking his hands into the edge of my jeans and underwear and pulling them down together. As he was lowering them down, he dipped his head in and licked between my legs. Just once, enough to tease me and pull out a whine. I shuddered, wanting so much more than that, and I didn’t even realize how much the anticipation of waiting for him to come back had heightened my senses.
He took his time on purpose.
When he stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me in order to undo my bra, he whispered into my ear, “The rule about coming will be very important with the toy I’m going to introduce you today.”
My heart was beating faster than it ever had before, but I focused my mind on the sound of Gio’s voice to ground myself. “Yes, Gio.”
As my bra fell away, the temperature in my body doubled. I knew that I was totally naked and completely at his whim now. I could feel his eyes on me, and it lifted me up to a height of anticipation the likes of which I’d never experienced before. I was getting drunk again and everything logical was leaving my mind. All I could think about was Gio.
I just wanted pleasure.
It caused me to jump a little when Gio pressed a hand between my legs with the feeling of an egg-shaped device in his hand, but it had something like a tail wrapping from one end. It had a silicone feel to it, I imagined it was some sort of vibrator, but what was the appendage? He slid up and down my folds a few times before slowly pressing it inside of me. I moaned as it slipped in and the purpose of the “tail” became clear immediately as the tip of it landed right on top of the sensitive bundle of nerves that Gio had worked over already.
Gio’s hand pulled away from me, and then there were a few moments of silence before Gio said, “Tell me what you want, Avion,” but his voice was far from me—a handful of feet at least.
“I want to feel good, Gio,” I said. “Make my pussy feel good.”
I heard him let out a little sound of satisfaction just before the vibrator whirred to life. It was a low, but pleasurable thrum inside of me. The tip of the tail gyrated as well, teasing the spot outside, and the combination was euphoric. He gave me a fair warning, that I needed to pay extra close attention to the “no coming” rule because I could easily break it this way.
Suddenly, the vibration started to climb. It was rocking my insides more and more until I was shuddering with pleasure. Moans were coming out of me before I knew I was making noise at all and my hands clenched down around the restraints that were holding my hands in place.
It didn’t take long to bring me right to the precipice of another orgasm. “Gio,” I whimpered out, “Can I come?”
The vibration died down the second I asked. “Not yet. I want to see you writhe a little more. Don’t ask me again. I’ll tell you when you can come, okay? If you break this rule, you’ll be punished.”
