“Such perfect tits,” he murmurs, and I melt a little under the praise.
He pulls his thumb out of my mouth, and I chase it with a whine, but it’s quickly replaced by his two fingers. They aren’t gentle this time, immediately pushing far back into my mouth, making me gag and my mouth water. He watches me with unashamed desire as I choke and spit runs down my chin.
“That’s it, doll. Get them nice and wet for me,” he murmurs as he finger-fucks my throat.
Still abusing my tits with his other hand, Micah withdraws the fingers. I’m desperate for him to finally touch my aching cock, but he denies me my release. Instead, he shuffles closer until he’s straddling my thighs, his clothed body practically wrapped around my naked and bound one.
“I’ll always take care of you,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot, as his fingers find my crease. Wet with my saliva, he drags them over it. My gut clenches, breath catching, and I feel like my spine is being twisted from inside. My body wants to pretzel itself in some way, it can’t figure out what to do with all the sensations I’m getting.
Pleasure-pain is still throbbing out from my nipple as he abuses it, while my cock waves proudly in the air, so close to his stomach I can practically picture him leaning forward enough to graze it. I feel like just a hint of friction is all I need. My balls are heavy and tight, close to my body, more desperate to unload than I’ve ever been in my life, even though I came just a few hours ago.
I don’t realize tears are running down my face until he shushes me.
His slick fingers rub over my hole again. Every inch of me feels like a live wire and I’m shaking worse than before, my body racked with shivers as he cages me in. My hole clenches, desperate for him to push in, but he keeps teasing me with fluttery touches.
I feel like I could choke on the desperation rising in my throat. Guttural, animal noises are being wrung from me, something between a moan and a sob.
“That’s it, doll. All you have to do is kneel. You’re already perfect for me, just as you are. You don’t need to do anything but let me take care of you like you deserve.”
Something about the honeyed voice he’s using seems to carry those words directly into my soul. Without warning, he pushes his fingers into me, with an aching stretch and a pressure building at the base of my spine. He keeps shushing me while he moves his hands—one fucking me while the other twists my nipple—and everything in my body finally locks up.
This time, I do sob—a single, full body sob that bends me over at the waist—and as my muscles clench and strain, the pleasure builds as well and my cock finally unleashes everything that it’s been holding back.
Cum spills out like someone opened a floodgate. My entire body is stiff and shaking as I soak my lap, my cock flexing in the air.
The feeling is such a profound release, that single sob trails off into a pathetic kind of wail.
Micah makes more gentle shushing sounds and holds me closer to him. When I feel him grab my throbbing cock I jump, overstimulated, but then he jerks me hard and fast and drags the trailing end of the orgasm out for even longer. Even when I’m spent and his rough hand hurts, he continues while I writhe in his grip, but something about it feels like another form of release.
After being so needy for so long, everything is overwhelming and I never want it to stop: both pleasure and pain.
When the feeling tips firmly into pain, my cock red raw and throbbing sensitively, I start to sob in earnest. I realize I’msaying the word “please” over and over, in between clumsily mouthing at his mouth, and Micah gradually slows his hand.
“No!” I wail. “Don’t stop.”
“Shh, that’s enough now, doll,” he says, holding me close. The fight goes out of me, a little at a time, and I sag into my restraints, letting Micah hold me up.
My mind drifts while he unties me. I don’t know how much time passes, only that my wrists throb a little while he rubs the sensation back into them. When I’m eventually free, he rolls me over onto my front. I feel untethered for a brief moment of panic until he drapes his body over mine. He took his clothes off at some point, and it’s all warm skin on skin.
I feel content as wet fingers slowly push into my hole, stretching me until I’m ready. He’s gentle at first, but once his cock sinks into me, he presses my face into the tile and snaps his hips hard enough to jolt my body forward an inch.
At some point through all this I got hard again. Or it’s possible I’m so desperate from the edging that it never really went down. Either way, my hard cock smears precum across the tile while Micah tries his best to fuck me through it.
“This pussy was made for my cock,” he whispers. “I want to keep you tied up all the time. Breed you so much you’re dripping with my cum twenty-four hours a day, sopping wet with it. I want people to smell me on you.”
He digs his fingers hard enough into my pecs—tits—to leave bruises and then twist my nipple again until he pulls a scream out of me, joining the slapping sound of flesh on flesh as he drills into me.
“You’re my little slut, right, doll?”
I sob out a sound close enough to a yes, desperate for him to fill me up.
“That’s right, baby. My beautiful, perfect breeding bitch.”
With that, he pulls out. Instead of me partially on my side, he pushes me so I’m completely prone, my face smashed into the tile, and spreads my legs as wide as they can go. My hard dick is trapped beneath my body, and I feel more exposed than ever before.
Kneeling between my spread thighs, Micah takes a minute to admire the view. His fingers drag over my slick crack first, spreading my cheeks, then both of his thumbs slip into my stretched and sloppy hole to tug it as wide as he can. I squirm, the sensation on the perfect knife-edge of that pleasure-pain that he gives me so well, and then I hear the sound of him spitting and feel wetness landinginsideme.
Something about that feels like a more profound sense of ownership than anything that’s happened until this point. I shiver and go even more boneless in his hands than before.
