"Don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you need, when you need it."
His words only made it worse. The ropes bit into my skin as I pulled, but the pain actually felt nice. It kept me grounded, kind of like when Cameo and I did that knife play.
Marcus let his touch move down to my knees, pushing up over my thighs. He was so close. But as he inched nearer, he slowed, his touch turning feather-light. I squirmed, trying to force him closer to where I needed him, but with the restraints, I couldn't manage it.
"You're being so patient, so good for me."
The praise washed over me. I spread my legs more, the only thing I could do.
“You smell so fucking good."
Then he let me go, moving off the bed. The whine tore through me. My need was clawing, begging inside of me for release.
“Seems like you’re still thinking too much,” he said, beginning to dig around. He was out of my view, doing something I wasn’t aware of. “You need to be fully restrained.”
What I needed was for him to fuck me silly, but saying that aloud seemed like a good way to end up punished instead, so I kept the thought to myself.
My body jolted as a strap touched my thigh. And then another. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. His hand came up and gripped me, wrapping the strap around my leg and pulling it tight and up. It bit into my skin, but not terribly. When tightened, they hooked on my thighs, pulling my legs towards the back of the bed, bending me so I was almost in half, but now I really couldn’t move at all.
I did my best to wiggle at all, but with the way I was being held, it was impossible.
Marcus stood at the bottom of the bed, assessing his work. Even his gaze felt hot.
“Perfect,” he said, climbing back near me.
His hands again teased my skin, running up my now exposed ass over my thighs.
“Marcus, please,” I finally begged, “I can’t take it anymore.” And it was true. I was hitting my limit.
“You’ve been so good for me,” he said.
That neither confirmed nor denied my plea, making more of that anxious pleasure build inside of me.
Until finally, without any warning, Marcus leaned over me, pressing his tongue to my clit. My entire body tensed with the feeling.
“Yes,” I bit out between stifled breaths.
My body tried to react, tried to lean in closer, but I was basically suspended, unable to do anything but take what he had to offer. And luckily, he offered a lot.
His large hands framed my slick centre, thumbs pulling me apart gently so he could gain better access. He made quick work of me, tongue circling my most sensitive part with ease.
Two fingers pressed into me without warning, sliding in easily with how wet I was. He fucked them in and out of me, curling at the end to hit the perfect spot inside of me.
“I-I-I’m gonna c-come,” I stuttered the words out.
There was this strange, out-of-control feeling I started to experience. Maybe from the waiting, maybe from the restraints, but I was blissed out in a way I couldn’t explain. As if I was floating above myself.
Marcus didn’t let up, and soon, I was squeezing around his fingers and tensing my entire body.
When I came down, my body fell limp against the restraints, panting as I came back into my body.
For a short while, time didn’t feel like it moved at all. Everything was stagnant as I came down from that intense high.
I hardly noticed, but by the time I checked back in, my restraints were gone, leaving only the comforting pressure of the harness around me. Marcus held me in his arms, his hand running over my hair soothingly.
My head cranked up so I could look at him. “Did I fall asleep?” I felt so relaxed and rested, it felt like I must have.
“Maybe,” he said. “But I think you just sank into subspace.”
