I fucked her hard, pushing her face into Goldie’s pussy over and over again until I felt her body tense beneath mine, dangerously close to coming, and then I pulled out. Rhea’s ragged scream was loud enough to make my ears bleed as I stood at the foot of the bed, chest heaving to stare down at her red, swollen ass, and empty, clenching pussy.
Goldie snickered, reaching down to her clit with her fingers, but froze just a millimeter away from making contact, her eyes snapping to mine. “Can I play with my clit, sir?” She begged so prettily that I did her one better. Walking around the bed, I yanked Goldie onto her back and buried my face in her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth hard as she curled around myhead, squeezing my ears with her thighs. Rhea cursed a long line of anger our way, trying to get her knees under herself so she could move, but she’d been starfished out for so long she struggled.
And it was all the time I needed to make Goldie cover my face in her next orgasm. All before Rhea ever got herself up under her own control again.
Which was good, since as soon as she did manage to get on her knees, vile, angry words spewing from her lips, I flipped her over onto her back and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and sank back into her tight, wet hole.
“Fucking hell, Tanner. Please.” She begged, eyes wild with need. “Please let me come.”
“No.”
“Please!” She screamed, shaking her head back and forth in anger as I fucked her, rolling my hips with each downward thrust to tease and push her further toward that bliss she craved.
“No.”
“Why?” She sputtered when I pulled out of her and stood between her spread thighs, admiring the way her pussy gaped open for a few seconds in my absence, clenching around the emptiness I left there.
“Goldie,” I said, picking up a bottle of water off the end table she had left there at some point, and chugged it. “Do you want to tell our sexy little hotshot why I won’t let her come?”
Goldie, fresh off her orgasm, rolled over on her side and propped her head up on her hand, with a sexy little flare to her hip as she ran her fingertips over Rhea’s lush tit, toying with her nipple.
“My guess,” Goldie drawled on, “Is because you haven’t given in. Not all the way.”
“I begged!” Rhea argued, wild and desperate. “Last time you wanted me to beg.”
“And this time, I want you to submit.”
“I am!” She screamed, shaking her arms and legs, rattling her cuffs. “I’m fucking bound and shackled! That’s submission!”
“That’s restraint.” I chided. “Not the same thing.” Walking back to the spot where Rhea lay there, bound and open for me, I stood above her and admired the pretty sight. “Tell me why you want to submit.” I repeated the question from before. The one she lied to me about when she said she didn’t.
Rhea opened her mouth and then clenched it shut, as she thought better of whatever snarky answer she was going to give me first.
Progress.
“I don’t know,” she said finally, with her eyes downcast, almost closed. “That’s the truth.”
“I know.” I replied, sliding my hands down her thighs to the straps immobilizing her, and lifted her bottom off the bed by them until she was lined up to take my cock. Her eyes were alive with passion, and need, and something deeper that looked like desperation as I pushed just the head into her. “I appreciate the honesty, without the sass behind it.”
A whimper escaped her lips when I pulled out, keeping her suspended in the air, hanging precariously on the edge, with only my hands keeping her upright.
Trust.
I pushed back into her again, making myself groan from how tight she was with her hips arched into my hands. Slowly, I rolled my hips, giving her more with each thrust until I was all the way in, and then I pulled out and lowered her back to the bed.
“I—” She cried, closing her eyes and twisting her head back and forth. “I need to come, Tanner!”
“Youwantto come.” I corrected, running my hand down my stomach to my cock, stroking it and rubbing her wetness into myskin. “There’s a difference. You need to start understanding the difference between wants and needs. Or you’ll never understand why you want to submit.”
“I don’t need a psychology lecture right now, you fucking piece of boring beige good boy shit!” Rhea lashed out, trying to break the cuffs to be free. But she didn’t use her safe word, and in a way I knew she wouldn’t.
“Want to hear my theory?” Goldie asked, leaning over to kiss Rhea’s lips, being gentle and safe and giving us both that grounding peace to lean into during this tough conversation.
Rhea had held out longer than I thought she would have, still unsatisfied, still being edged constantly as I used her body to exhaust her brain enough to let us in. And I was proud of her for being so freaking stubborn in a way.
But at some point, she needed to move, in one direction or another, either toward Goldie and I and a healthy, trusting relationship, or in the other direction, toward that long practiced, tried and true solitude she had surrounded herself with for years. God knew she deserved to let us in; I just wasn’t sure she was going to the longer it went on.
“No.” Rhea snapped, moaning as Goldie pinched her nipple for the sass.
