by Diana Ballew
No. She wanted to yell, not yet! But she had no control at all. The sweet pressure built and built until she exploded. Only at the last second did she remember to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming. She didn't want people in the next room or anywhere in the hotel to hear her and call the front desk or, worse, the police. There was no way she was going to give up this night, not for any reason.
Tiny sounds of pleasure escaped her lips anyway. Her body trembled with the force of her orgasm. And, Joe, damn him, never stopped loving her until her butt dropped against the pillow in exhaustion.
The mattress moved, then a smacking sound rang out--he’d just licked her juices from his lips. Her pussy ached for him once again. Her ears strained to hear any little sound, but all she made out was her own ragged breathing. What did he have planned for her now? She squirmed in anticipation.
Joe smiled down at Vicki. She had no idea of how beautiful she looked at this moment. Her body gleamed with the afterglow of her climax, yet showed signs of new arousal as she waited for his next action.
Quietly, he reached over and removed one of the nipple clamps, and his lips closed over the distended flesh as she cried out in pleasure. He rolled his tongue around the nub, soothing it until her moans quieted. Then he did the same with the other. When he lifted his head, she let out a sigh.
She was squirming on the bed, her breathing erratic. And from the way she was wiggling against the sheets, she was nearing completion again. Good, that’s where he wanted her. With deliberate action, he let the clamps fall from his hand and clatter onto the table. Her body tensed, then relaxed. Oh, she wouldn’t be so relaxed in a minute. He grinned as he leaned down and blew air against her nipple.
“Ah!” Her back bowed, her hips rose, but the restraints hampered her. The pillow beneath her hips restricted her movements even more. She was at his mercy. Power and gratitude filled him.
He stroked his hard cock. For a moment he was tempted to jerk himself off just for the relief it would give him. But no, he would hold back. It would heighten his senses to delay his own climax. It wouldn't be easy, but he would do it for her, for his Vicki. He wanted to give his pleasure as well as her own.
Turning, he grabbed another item off the table. The bed dipped as he moved between her thighs once again. Her musky scent teased him, making his cock twitch and pre-cum flow. Soon. Soon, I’ll sink into her sweet wet channel and have my way with her, but not yet.
Lying down, he used his left hand to open her pussy lips, and then in his right he took the feather and tickled her clit.
“Oh, God, Joe,” she cried out, her body convulsing from the light touch.
“I didn’t give you permission to come again, love slave.” He set the feather down and lightly slapped her thigh, and she squirmed.
“I’m sorry, Master, but your love slave needs your big hard cock in her.”
His prick jumped at her words. He needed her too, but … An idea formed. He was strong enough to carry it off as long as he was careful. “As you wish,” he whispered, then positioned himself. His cock was above her luscious lips while he faced her feet. He wanted to tickle her with the feather at the same time as she pleasured him. “You will suck me, love slave, and you will not climax.”
Joe placed the feather between his teeth, braced his hands against the mattress, adjusted his feet, and lowered his cock to her mouth. The tip of his dick nudged her lips, and she opened them, enveloping his penis. Joe dropped his head and moved the feather over her breasts.
Her cry of surprise sent vibrations through his cock, then she began sucking him. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, coaxing more fluid from him. He struggled not to face-fuck her. That would be for another time; right now he wanted her pleasure to come first. Instead, he traced the feather over her nipples, her breasts, her belly, and the outer folds of her pussy. She squirmed and wiggled, but she never stopped sucking him. He concentrated on his job and not on how sweet her lips and tongue were on his dick.
Joe enjoyed the way her body flushed at his sensual play, but when she took him completely into her mouth, it was his turn to groan. Gritting his teeth around the shaft that held the feather, he gathered his strength. This was going to be a test of wills. Who would come first? Not him. He clenched the feather tighter, then he rotated it over her glistening folds, teasing her labia until her body shook. Then he went in for the kill. He let the feather slip from his mouth and lowered his head.
She cried out around his cock when he closed his mouth over her pussy. He drew her straining clit into his mouth and started sucking. Only a minute elapsed before she exploded.
Satisfaction never tasted so good. He brought her to another climax: a few more to go. Bracing himself, he started to pull his cock from her slack mouth. Her teeth scraped along his skin, and he almost sank back down into her warm, willing mouth. He shook his head. This was meant for her, for both of them. Her pleasure meant everything to him.
When he climbed off the bed, she called his name in a soft voice filled with need. His control almost broke. She sounded so desperate, so … He couldn’t describe it. She wasn’t quite begging him, more like pleading with him. “Shhh.” He brushed a kiss against her damp forehead, then repositioned himself so he could kiss his way down her body. Once he reached her feet, he removed the ankle restraints. Then he moved to the head of the bed. “I’m going to release your wrist restraints for a moment. You’re not to touch the blindfold, but roll onto your stomach.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Within seconds, he had the restraints off. He waited until she lay flat on her stomach, the pillow beneath her hips, which raised her ass high. Then he re-secured her wrists. He looked at her incredible butt and ran his hands over the pale globes. She shivered. “You climaxed a second time without permission.”
“I know, Master.” There was no regret in her voice, only satisfaction.
“And does the Master’s love slave know how she’s going to be punished?”
“With pleasure.”
The hopeful tone in her voice caused Joe to laugh. He couldn’t help it. She constantly surprised him. “Yes, with pleasure.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs, caressing her briefly. “But first, I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He brought his palm down on her ass as he plunged two fingers into her pussy.
“Ouch,” she cried out, but Joe knew it was more from surprise than pain. He wasn’t into pain, but titillation, anticipation, and sensuality.
She wiggled her hips. “You must ask for my permission to come, do you understand me, love slave?” He swatted her ass again.
“Yes, Master,” was her quick answer, her pelvis pressed against his fingers.
He spanked her a few more times, all the while teasing her with his fingers. He was having a hard time containing himself. Her moans of pleasure made his body shake with need. She turned him on like no other woman, and he couldn’t hold out any longer. “Your ass is rosy from my hand and your pussy is dripping. How do you feel?”
“Hot and … ”
He waited, but she only panted, not saying another word. “And what?” His palm descended once again, and he twisted his fingers inside her pussy.
Another groan left her lips. “I need your cock, Master. I need you to fuck me. I want to come so bad, but when I do, I want you in me. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.” The need, the want, the desire in her voice caused his prick to swell.
He pulled his fingers out of her channel and placed them on her hips. “On your knees.” His voice was husky as he gave her the command. With his help, she was able to get to her knees, ass up in the air, her forehead against the mattress. Kneeling behind her, Joe positioned himself. He cursed.
"Joe?"
"I forgot the condom." He held still, trying to find the strength to leave her heat and get the rubber.
"It's okay. I'm protected."
Those were the words he needed to hear. He curled his fingers around her hips and with one thrust bu
ried himself deep inside her. A groan left his lips.
“Joe!” She cried out his name in pleasure.
“I promised you I’d bury my cock on the first thrust.” Her hot, moist pussy enveloped him, and he had to fight not to shift. He wanted to give her time to adjust to his quick invasion. He wanted her to feel how hard she made him, and he wanted to savor her tightness.
“How does my dick feel, love slave?” He rotated his hips and she whimpered.
“Hard, blazing, and delicious.” She paused and he imagined her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “Fuck me, Master.”
“All in good time.” He was buried in her, his control almost restored. He wanted to tease her some more. Keeping his hands on her hips, holding her in place, he pulled back in a slow measured stroke. She tightened around him, trying to keep him from escaping. Then he slid back in. He did it again and again, all in agonizing slowness, fighting his own urges to take her hard and fast. She felt so good under him, around him. He wanted to take his time, to enjoy her and make her want him even more.
Vicki’s breathing became more ragged. With Joe holding onto her hips, she wasn’t able to thrust against him or increase his pace. And with her hands restrained, she couldn’t use them for leverage. “Don’t tease me anymore,” she yelled, when he slid into her for the fifth time. Didn't he realize he was driving her crazy?
“I will do what I want,” he replied between clenched teeth. Yeah, he would. He slid his fingers across her stomach to her clit.
Her body bucked against his at the sensation of his running his nail over her clit. He pulled out, then slid back in, still in slow motion. Oh, God. This was killing her. She needed him, and if he kept playing with her, she was going to come without his permission. And she didn't want to disappoint Joe by doing so. “Damn it, Joe. Will you please fuck me?” She all but shouted the words.
He chuckled. “Hold on, baby, I might get a little rough.”
“I don’t care. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast, but just fuck me!” Her control was shattered and she didn't care. She wanted Joe. All of him. Vicki groaned when he pulled back slowly, then sank into her with the same agonizing slowness. “Damn it.” She tried to thrust back against him, but he had her trapped and she was unable to do much. “Will you move faster?”
He was teasing the hell out of her with this slow penetration. She wanted him, hard, fast, and deep, so deep she’d be able to feel him against her womb. Her fingers curled into her palms, and her knuckles ached. With the blindfold still covering her eyes, she couldn’t see. All she could do was feel. And damn it, she was feeling. Every vein on his cock teased the insides of her pussy. There was more. Joe's ragged breathing reached her ears, along with an occasional groan. And ... she couldn't explain it. There was an invisible thread between them, connecting their hearts, minds, and bodies. A sense of peace and belonging stole over her heart.
Her clit throbbed as his fingers brushed over it. A shiver ran all the way through her body. Shit! She was going to come if he wasn’t careful. “Come on, Joe, move,” she ordered.
“I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge.” His voice was gruff.
Her ass stung for a moment when he swatted her. She ground her teeth together. Oh, God, she couldn’t take this for much longer without coming. Already, her stomach was tightening. She fought to keep her orgasm in check. Think of something, anything! Stop concentrating on how he's making you feel. Nothing worked. She inhaled through her nose. Time to pay the piper. “You’re in charge, Master,” she whispered, hoping to spur him into fucking her.
“Good answer, love slave.” His voice was soft. Then he pressed his lips against her spine. He moved a tad faster, but not fast enough. She needed him to fuck her—now. He pressed the pad of his finger against her clit, creating a delicious electric sensation to echo through her body. It wasn’t enough to make her come, but it kept her arousal high. She had to do something; she was dying here.
“Please, Master.” Her breathing was shallow and it was difficult to get the words out. “Your love slave needs your cock, she needs your seed filling her. Please, Master, fuck your love slave.” Damn, her own words were arousing her even more. She bit back a moan when he stopped moving, his cock filling her pussy to the brim. Her juices ran down the inside of her thighs.
“Who do you belong to, love slave?” His voice was husky.
“You, Master,” she answered without hesitation. She belonged to Joe and no one else. A band snapped inside of her, making her world whole and beautiful.
“Right answer.” He pulled out and then thrust into her.
Yes! Her mind cried out as he pistoned in and out of her. She groaned as he thrust. “Yes, Master. Fuck your love slave, show her who’s the boss.” God, she wanted this. Needed this. Needed to feel his control, his mastery over her body, and his love.
She should be shocked at her own words, but she wasn’t. This was Joe, the man she’d been waiting for all her life. He was so hard, so big. She loved every inch of him. She panted, trying to get more air into her lungs as her climax began to rise.
Joe must have realized it, because he flicked his finger over her clit harder and faster.
Yes, yes, yes! She screamed as her orgasm hit. Her body trembled with the force of it. God, he felt so good inside her. Her pussy clenched around him.
After what seemed like an hour, she was able to breathe again. She realized Joe was still deep within her, his cock rock hard. “You forgot to ask permission again, love slave.” Amusement tinged his voice.
Oh, fuck. Vicki groaned as Joe moved once again—slowly, deliberately. She wanted to pound her fists against the mattress, but couldn’t. “I can’t take any more,” she whispered, her body tightened to his leisurely strokes. It just wasn't fair.
“Yes, you can.” He stopped moving and pressed against her. His body shifted to her right, and then there was a noise. He was fumbling for something on the table.
A shiver swept through her at the thought of what he was going to do to her next. She held her breath, listening for any clue. Nothing. The pressure against her lessened, and he once again moved at a lazy pace.
How could he have so much control over his body and hers? Not fair that he could hold back his climax. She wanted to make him come.
When he pushed into her, she tightened her pussy. Joe groaned. She did it again and again, her smile widening with each groan he gave.
“Is my love slave trying to make her master come?” he asked in a velvety voice against her spine. The deep rumble sent vibrations through her body.
She didn’t answer, only concentrated on tightening those muscles once again. She loved the feel of him filling her, stretching her, pulsing within her pussy.
“Oh, you’re only making things worse.”
Before she could even think about what his words meant, his fingers spread her pussy lips wide. Her chest pressed harder against the mattress as her back arched into him. He was creating more friction between them, but, no, there was something more. Something cool and round pressed against her clit.
“Are you ready for a wild ride, my love slave?” he asked, before pulling back and slamming his cock inside her. At the same time, something pulsed on her clit. Damn it, he had a vibrating bullet! She couldn't fight her own orgasm any longer, not with that deliciously wicked device tormenting her. She screamed as an unexpected climax ripped through her.
Joe didn’t stop. This time he kept fucking her. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me, feel me within you, fucking you. Fucking you hard and harder yet. I’m going to make you come and then you’ll come some more.”
Vicki couldn’t believe she was on edge, again, already. It was as if someone else had taken over her body. The buzzing became louder as Joe increased the bullet’s speed. She bucked against his body. She wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. Already another orgasm was building.
“Oh, yes, my love slave. I can feel your next climax rising.” He thrust fas
ter. “No, don’t fight it. I want you to come. I want to feel your juices around my cock, on my fingers. I want to see them dripping onto the sheets.”
Even with the knowledge her orgasm was coming, it surprised her with its force. And there was another one right behind it. Then another. “Joe,” she cried out as he turned up the vibrations on the bullet once again.
“Yes, love slave, I’m here. Fucking you. Making you come.”
“I can’t … ” She gasped for air. She considered using the safe word, then discarded it. Joe hadn’t come yet. And damned if she would give up until he climaxed. She wanted him to feel pleasure since he'd given her so much.
“If it’s too much, say the safe word, baby, and I’ll stop.”
The damn man could read her mind. She shook her head. “I can take it.” At least she hoped she could. Her body was so sensitive. So alive. All her nerve endings tingled.
“Yes, you can.” The admiration in his voice made her pride swell, then he did the impossible. He thrust harder and faster, and turned the damn bullet up another notch. Her body convulsed once again, her juices dripping down her legs, and she was sure onto the sheets as well, just as he’d said he wanted. Another orgasm began rising. Panting, she arched her back further, her head thrashing from side to side as her body continued to shake. “Just one more, baby. This one will blow us both apart.”
He turned the bullet on high and she screamed into the mattress. Her butt pressed up against him as he thrust into her one last time. Her body shook as her pussy continued to pulse and tighten around his cock. Her orgasm kept coming even as his cock twitched as he spilled his seed.
Just as her climax waned, another one hit, harder, and she couldn’t stop her body this time. She trembled in his arms, forcing her hips higher as if she wanted to swallow his cock and balls within her. The bullet against her clit drove her release to new levels. The vibrations spread through her body, and her last thought was she'd never find this with another man, didn't want to, then blackness claimed her.
Vicki slumped in his arms. Damn. He turned the vibrator off and tossed it to the floor, then withdrew from her pulsing body. “Vicki,” he whispered. He’d never forgive himself if he’d hurt her. He unfastened her wrists, ripped off the blindfold, and cradled her body against his.