“There we go,” I murmured, slapping his cock to get another cute cry from him. He tried to glare at me, but it didn’t look very menacing, given his situation and the aggrieved pout on his lips.
I reached for a soft suede flogger, wanting this to lead to him begging to come, rather than overwhelming him with so much pain he’d need to safeword out of it. I knew his limits, and I especially knew the threshold for when he’d start begging to be fucked.
The first strike landed across his pecs, the tails whispering over his clamped nipples. He yelped, body arching and swaying in the air. I swung again, lighter, targeting his abs, then histhighs. Red welts bloomed on his skin, his cock bobbing with each impact, untouched and rapidly hardening once more.
“Fuck—stop, I—”
Another lash, this one curling around to snap against his ass cheek. He cried out, precum dripping steadily now, pooling on the floor at his feet. I dropped the flogger and pressed my body against his from behind, grinding my clothed erection against his bound form. My hands roamed—one tweaking the nipple chains, the other wrapping around his cock to stroke firmly, thumb circling the head.
“You can come only once you confess.” I bit his earlobe, then sucked it, my fist pumping faster.
He was close—I could feel it in the way his cock throbbed, his balls drawing up. “I… I ordered something… for you…”
I slowed my strokes to a torturous drag, edging him. “What?”
“I-I’m embarrassed…” he whimpered.
“Over something you bought for me?”
“It’s—I—”
“Tell me,” I ordered, my hand loosening around his cock but continuing its slow caress. “Don’t you want to come? Or did I read this wrong? Maybe you want to be soft again.” I dragged my hand down to his balls threateningly.
He let out a desperate cry, then pleaded, “No, no, please, I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you.”
“You have three seconds to start talking,” I said coldly, fingernails dragging along his sac.
When he hesitated again, I began to dig my nails in.
“Wait! Okay! It’s a corset!” he gasped out, chest heaving.
I froze, laughing softly against his neck, then went back to tugging on his cock—no nails involved. “A corset?”
“Y-yes,” he whined, hips jerking. “I saw it and thought… you’d look so hot in it. But I was scared you’d laugh or… or get mad…”
Relief and heat flooded me—fuck, that was hot, and definitely not something he should’ve been panicking over. I spun him in the chains, facing him, and crushed our mouths together, tongue fucking in deep while I jerked him off hard and fast.
“You’re so fucking cute, babe,” I growled against his lips. “God.”
“Please, can I come now? Please, sir,” he begged, eyes getting dazed.
I let go of his cock, resulting in a broken sob filling the room.
“Not just yet,” I told him.
“W-why? You—you said—” he cried, jerking against the cuffs.
I hushed him, then unclipped the clamps on his chest slowly, soothing the tender nipples with my tongue.
“Where did you hide it?” I asked, lowering the chain to free his wrists. He collapsed into my arms, nuzzling my chest even as he despaired from not being able to find release.
He hiccuped, following me as I helped him over to the bed. “If I tell you, then can I come?”
“Yeah, baby,” I promised, stroking his hair and holding his hand as he lowered himself onto the mattress.
Once he was settled on his back, I grabbed the restraints that were already attached to each corner of the bed. I worked on securing each limb as he sniffled.
“It’s in the closet in the storage room downstairs… I hid it behind some winter stuff…”
