He grunted, the metal of the cuffs clanking against my bed frame. “Fuck, princess. With a mouth like that, you can do whatever you want. I can take it.”
Now that he’d come down from the brink, I wrapped my fingers firmly around him, pumping until he was on the precipice once more, loosening my grip when his legs tensed and his toes curled.
His skin was flushed the most delicious shade of pink. I eased him back from the ledge, my hands wandering, brushing his skin here, whispering in his ear there. I made a circuit of his body. Touching him everywhere but where he wanted me. And when a bead of precum glistened on his tip, my tongue darted out for a quick taste.
He whimpered, slamming his head back against my headboard in frustration.
“Please?” he asked.
I shook my head in negation. “Not yet. I just wanted a little taste.”
The mattress dipped as I crawled up his body and hovered over him, circling my hips so his hardened lengthgrazed my clit.Dangling what he wanted in front of him,justout of reach.
“Are you going to use my dick to make you come again, princess? I can’t saythat’smuch of a punishment. You look so pretty when you do.”
I moaned at his words of praise. He made me feel empowered and in control. I was a force to be reckoned with when I was with him.
I took him in my hand, rubbing firm circles over my center. Relishing the feeling of my orgasm building, climbing higher and higher.
I could let myself topple over now, but I wanted him there with me. I wanted us to share in the blinding euphoria that awaited when I finally let him loose. So, before I reached the peak, I let go of him, his firm length knocking into my thigh.
He grunted as I leaned back on my heels, slowing my heart rate as I scraped my nails down his legs and then up again. I was practically dripping for him as I claimed his mouth. His willingness to do what I wanted melted me, turning me into a puddle. He swallowed my moans as I ground myself on his dick, teasing my entrance with his tip.
“Do you feel how wet you make me when you do as you’re told?” I asked.
“God, yes,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Such a good boy,” I praised, keeping him fromentering me fully.
It was too much and not enough all at once.
I sucked at his neck, making him hiss out pleas between gritted teeth. It could have been prayer or curse, but it didn’t matter. I had him exactly where I wanted him.
“Please. Please let me fuck you. I want your pussy so bad it hurts. I’m fucking aching to be inside you. Please.”
Sweat was beading on his forehead. His pulse thrummed, and his skin flushed red. We were both in a frenzy of desire, and I needed to feel his hands on me.
I fumbled for the condom on the top of my nightstand, tearing it open and rolling it down his rock-hard length before reaching over and unhooking the cuffs from his wrists, allowing him free rein.
He grabbed my hips and rolled me beneath him, sliding a finger into my center in one swift move. I gasped, nails biting into his shoulder.
“God, you’re soaked. Absolutely drenched just from torturing me.”
I rasped out a laugh. He removed his finger, drawing taunting circles around my clit, never touching me exactly where I wanted.
“I want you, Ben,” I whined, arching up as my walls clenched on emptiness.
He didn’t make me ask twice, plunging into me immediately and stilling when he was seated fully inside of me. His forehead rested on mine as he thrust into me. My muscles tightened around him, our breaths mingling as I felt heat pooling and the orgasm I’d been staving off began building once more.
He gripped my hips, rolling, so I was on top of him again. He tucked a hair behind my ear, cupping my cheek with his palm.
“You’ve got me.” He lifted me up and impaled me on his cock, making me cry out at being filled so fully. “Take what you need, princess,” he growled. “Take it all. Take everything.”
His fingers brushed over my clit, rubbing gentle circles as I rode him, doing what he asked and taking every inch of him. I took everything he gave me and gave it right back.
My climax building. Building. Higher and higher, until it reached new heights before finally cresting. I swore, clenching around him, inner walls pulsing as the tidal wave of bliss pummeled me.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, the waves of his own release crashing down on him as he fucked me through mine. The rhythmic echoes of my orgasm continued, and I shuddered against him, making him twitch.
