It was both amusing and frustrating at the same time.
Every time she swallowed as much of his length as possible, his hips jutted forward, and when she pulled back, so did he. Obviously, he wanted to pump in and out of her mouth, but managed to hold himself in check.
Good. Because she wanted to take him to the very edge before pulling him back to do it all over again. She’d wait until he relaxed and his muscles loosened before sucking him harder and faster. Once he tensed and his hips began to jump again, she slowed to almost a stop.
Almost, but not completely. Enough to make him “suffer,” but not enough to make him come.
She swore he whimpered when she did it at least four more times. While he didn’t voice any complaints, when he finally blew out a loud, frustrated breath, she knew he was at his limit.
With a last sharp tug on his balls and swirl of her tongue around the slick crown, she released him and rose to her feet. His head had fallen forward slightly and small bursts of air came from between his parted lips. His fingers were even curled tightly into his palms.
Oh yes, he’d been fighting it.
“Did you like that?” she asked before leaning in to suck on his small, dusky nipple, flicking the other with the tip of her nail at the same time.
He jerked in response. “Yes, Mistress.”
She flicked the nipple she had just sucked next and watched his abs ripple in response. “Do you want me to suck your cock some more?”
“Yes, Mistress, but…”
“But?”
“I might come,” he answered.
“You aren’t allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
“Understood, Mistress.”
“Good...” She really didn’t like the idea of calling him a “boy.” He was far from that. “Stud” might be more fitting. Although, she couldn’t confirm if he was or wasn’t one yet. Hopefully soon. “What else do you have in that toy box? May I look in it?”
“You may, Mistress.”
“Don’t move. Not one inch.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Hope went over and picked up the box, setting it on the bed so she could dig through it.
Edible lube. Cock rings. Nipple clamps.
Ooo. Yes.She pulled the clamps out and set them aside.
The anal beads made sense since he was bi. She pulled those out, too. “Do you have regular lube?”
“Yes, in my nightstand, along with condoms, Mistress.”
“Good,” she murmured, continuing to dig.
A small vibrator. Another cock ring that vibrated. A silicone glove that was textured for pleasure and most likely used for jerking off or to stimulate a man’s prostate. A silicone sleeve-ring. Also most likely used for self-pleasuring.
Damn, would she love to watch him masturbate. She felt a little trickle between her legs just from that thought alone.
Also in the box were nylon restraints for wrists and ankles, but funny enough, no real handcuffs. Something you’d think a former cop would have in his toolbox.
She also couldn’t find any impact toys like whips or paddles. No gags either.
Interesting.
