He pulls back.
“Wait.. no. go back,” I whine. Before he wanted me to have multiple, now none.
This is your punishment.
Before I retort again, he spreads his fingers inside me, I arch my back at the intrusion. He stretches me, as he thrusts back and forth until he curls his finger. I’m right there at the edge, and he knows it. He pulls back.
“Motherfucker.”
The wave slows down. I ache for more.
“What were you saying? I’m not teaching you anything?” he says as his chuckle grows darker. He inches closer to my wet heat, “I’m prepared to sit here all night.”
He continues to lick and suck on me. His tongue can do wonders, even magic but he brings me to the edge again. With my legs spread wide, I just want to close them, smother his head between my legs and just explode. All my nerves centered around one built up release.
Time and time again he keeps doing this, I pant like a bitch in heat. It’s then after the sixth or eighth time, I’ve lost count, I beg, “Keola, please.”
He kicks back the chair, erecting straight, I can see him over through the ropes.
“You’ll come when you tell me what you have learned?” He asks before his two fingers fuck me slowly, building up the suspense.
I moan as the pleasure I seek is right there in sight. He’s serious. He’s serious about reminding me that we are both in control but knows what I need and listens. This game is more of a reminder that when he says something, he follows through, whether my orgasm suffers or not.
“Not to be mouthy and underestimate your cruelty,” I say, hoping that’s the answer.
He continues to stroke me, but not backing away. Maybe I’m close.
“And?” his fingers pick up speed.
“And,” my mind is blurring, every thought of reality escapes. I try to regain focus. “Trusting myself, in every way.”
His fingers continue to stretch me, aching in need of relief.
“Your pussy is taking my fingers so well, just like when it takes my cock. I think there’s one more lesson that we’ll have to explore,” he’s a bit sinister and yet I’m eating this up.
Pleasure keeps building like a dam ready to burst. One more lesson, what more could have gone over. It clicks.
I say louder, “Proving who I belong to.”
All along this was a test of my willingness to recognize his words. He claims me as his own, his partner, his person, while still giving me time to feel the same about him to me.
“Alright angel, come for me. Come over my fingers, before I officially fuck this needy pussy,” he builds the power, continuing his desirable pace until the wave of pleasure hits me like a truck and I’m floating on cloud nine.
As my body comes down from the high, he unravels my bindings from the ropes. He steps into the ring, pulling off his jeans finally revealing him fully naked and sculpted piece of work.
He brings himself to his knees, flipping me over to my stomach.
“How are your wrists, little angel?” he checks in with me, yet a hint of darkness still remains in voice.
“I’m fine as long as you fuck me like I’m yours,” I sneak in his words of claim.
“Do you want this cock filling your tight, needy pussy?” He taunts knowing the answer anyway, “You still have one more consequence left, adding up to five marks.”
Five marks, what does he mean five marks?
I hear a tiny foiled packet rip open, he’s not taking me bare and yet I whimper at that. That’s another conversation.
“Five marks between your mouth, your failure at the task, and doubting me, this ass might be a little sore,” he palms my ass, spinning around on my stomach to wear he spreads me once again.
