by Sadie Haller
“Such lovely manners, baby girl. You just earned yourself that second orgasm.” Wilson lifted himself off Hildy. “Turn over, love. Relax your legs and leave them where I put them.”
Hildy closed her eyes and gave Wilson control of her body. He spread her legs and bent them so her knees were up and her feet were flat on the mattress. She wanted to come so badly, she didn’t dare move.
“It looks like my good girl has a very leaky pussy. I’ll mop the mess up in a minute, and I do look forward to plugging that leak very soon. But first, I have two very luscious tits to work over.”
Hildy’s eyes shot open when her nipples caught fire, and the hiss she tried to hold back quickly became a moan. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feel moisture dribbling towards her asshole. Wilson was grinning at her as he had a nipple trapped between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He held tight and pulled them up as far as they would go. “That’s my very good girl. I had a feeling you’d like this.” He pinched and pulled harder. “Would you like to feel my mouth on your nipple, love?”
“Yes please.”
“Such pretty manners.” Wilson released one nipple before leaning in to tease it with the tip of his tongue. Hildy whined in frustration.
A white flash of pain shot through Hildy as Wil pinched her nipple harder. He lifted his head, his eyes flashing. “Unless you want to learn a lesson in patience, you may want to stop whining and lose the pout. You’ll get your orgasms, but only when and how I want to give them.” He lowered his head and caught her free nipple hard between his teeth. Her pussy pulsed, and with her nipple dragging through his teeth as he lifted his head, she was close to coming. She frantically tightened her inner muscles, but before they could have any effect, he let go of her nipples.
“Not yet, love. I’ve already told you, they’re mine to give how and when I want, and stealing my pleasure is not a risk you want to take. You’ll do well to take my warnings to heart, because you’ll only ever get one before an offence becomes punishable.” Wilson leaned down and touched his forehead to Hildy’s. “For the most part, you’ve been good, so I won’t make you wait too much longer.”
Hildy trembled in anticipation as Wilson kissed his way down her body.
“I’m learning all kinds of interesting things about you tonight. Some of them I suspected, but some have been rather pleasant surprises.”
Finally. Hildy felt Wilson’s fingers spread her outer lips. She used all her willpower to remain still when he dipped his tongue inside her, and she was almost to the breaking point when he kept dragging it upwards in long, slow licks, mercilessly teasing her clit. She thought she might die when he latched on, sucking long and hard, pulling and releasing with a rhythm so intense, when his fingers stroked her g-spot, her world spiralled out of control. When Wilson had wrung out the last whimper of her orgasm and she lay panting with her head floating somewhere near the ceiling, he started the whole process over again.
Once he was sure he’d exhausted Hildy’s second orgasm, Wilson lifted his head from between her thighs and studied her face. Peace and contentment were written all over it, and his heart squeezed. He slid his way up the bed and settled beside her. Hildy turned to face him, her eyes, glassy. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure, love.”
“How? I’m the only one who came.”
“There is more to pleasure than orgasms, love. There are a lot of things that give me sexual pleasure that are not orgasms.”
“Like what?”
“The puddle you left on the bed when I did mean things to your nipples, for one.”
“You liked that?”
“Honey, I loved that.”
“Did you like hitting me with your belt?”
“Yes, and no. I didn’t like the reason why I hit you with my belt. I want to be clear, I don’t enjoy punishing you. What I did enjoy was having you tied down at my mercy and how drenched your panties were by the time I was done.”
“I liked being tied down.”
“I know, and I have some ideas about that. In the meantime, I think my good girl is very tired and needs to sleep. Would you like me to wrap you up in your blanket?”
Hildy averted her eyes. “No, it’s okay.”
“Hildy, look at me.” She slowly met his gaze, and he continued, “Either I do it, or you do it. Those are your only options.”
Hildy thought for a moment, then whispered. “Would you do it, please?”
Wilson touched his lips to hers. “Of course I will.” He gathered up the blanket and wrapped it tightly around her body until only her head poked out. Hildy let out a contented sigh and he was convinced she’d love rope as much as he did. Add the sight of his girl completely immobile, and Wilson’s cock was ready to burst. He gathered her in his arms and held her tight, as he kissed her with a passion he hadn’t felt in years.
Hildy fought to stay asleep but the light and persistent tickling on her neck made it impossible. She opened her eyes to Wilson watching her. She glanced at the clock and groaned. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing?”
“Waking my present up to see if she would like to suck my cock before I unwrap and fuck her.”
Hildy’s heart fluttered, her arousal, instant. “She would, thank you.”
Wilson stroked his knuckles along her jawline. “Oh, there are those pretty manners again.”
In an instant, Hildy was on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed and Wilson’s cock tapping her lips.
“What a gorgeous sight. Open.”
In this position, Hildy knew what Wilson wanted, so she parted her lips and relaxed her throat, her tongue extended in invitation. Self-preservation had perfected her ability to swallow cock. She’d had more than her fair share of men grab her hair and plant their balls on her chin in a single thrust. She’d learned quickly to anticipate and plan accordingly.
Wilson settled his bent knees either side of Hildy’s head and slid his cock along her tongue, pulling back before he got anywhere near her throat. He slid in again and held still. “Close your mouth and suck like the good girl you are.”
Good girl. Hildy didn’t think she would ever tire of hearing those words. She closed her mouth and tried to shift her head to accept more of him. “Don’t. Move.” Hildy continued to suck, but held her head still. “You’ll take what I give you. Nothing more.”
Hildy was confused. Here she was in the perfect position to take a whole cock down her throat, and the man had given her barely more than the head. She did the best she could with what she had to work with, and almost sighed with relief when Wilson started pumping his hips. Each thrust, a little deeper until he finally reached the entrance to her throat. She wanted all of him, and she opened her throat as wide as she could, hoping he’d take the hint.
“That’s very generous of you sweetheart, but not this time. As much as I’d love to feel my cock deep in your throat, it will never happen when biting is the only meaningful way you could tell me to stop. Suck just a little more, then I think I’ll be ready to unwrap you.”
Hildy continued to suck, alternating between strong and gentle, savouring his taste, but wanting more. She wanted to tease him, lap up the drops of pre-cum with the tip of her tongue, but his movements made it impossible. He was right, she would take what he gave her.
So caught up in what she was doing, Wilson’s cock was almost clear of her lips by the time Hildy realised he wasn’t going to give her anymore. She fought the urge to whine. She’d been warned. Wilson’s hand slipped behind her head, gently lifting it as he resettled her on the bed. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, then retrieved a condom from his trousers.
Wilson peppered her face and neck with feather-light kisses as he suited up. “Mmm, that was lovely, and I look forward to more very soon, but I have another warm, wet place in mind to bury my cock.” Wilson’s words had Hildy feeling more than warm and wet. Her muscles were clenching rhythmically as she struggled to control her errant mouth.
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nbsp; Wilson chuckled while he slowly loosened the blanket. “Your lips may not be telling me to just fucking get on with it, but your eyes sure are. In my family, we always unwrap gifts slowly and carefully so we can reuse the wrapping.”
“I don’t think you need to worry too much about this tearing.”
“True, but it’s a good habit, so I think I’ll stick with it.”
Hildy fought hard to hold in her frustration, but based on her experience so far, patience did seem to have its rewards.
“Ah, I do believe you’ve figured it out. Good girl.”
Hildy felt the cool air hit her hot skin as Wilson finally removed the last layer of blanket. She reached up and stroked his face. He smiled, then took her hands in his and settled them above her head. “Leave them there, love.” Hildy nodded, not trusting her voice. She wanted this so badly, she didn’t want to do or say anything to fuck it up. “Good girl. Now spread your legs wide. I need to taste you before I fuck you.”
His words had Hildy on edge. Then his tongue started lapping at her pussy, and just when she thought she might go over the edge, he stopped. “Not yet, love. You don’t get to come until I decide it’s time.” He gave her pussy one long lick then lifted and closed her legs before resting them on his left shoulder.
On his knees, with his cock firmly in hand, Wilson guided it into Hildy’s weeping pussy, savouring each delicious inch. When his flesh was finally flush with hers, he hugged her legs to him with both arms, using them as an anchor while he savagely pistoned his cock in and out of her body. He watched her face the whole time, waiting until he knew she was almost of out of patience before leaning forward, trapping her legs between them. “Good girl. You can come when you like. I’ll be right behind you.”
He was almost at the tipping point, but her long, deep moan was all it took for him to put his impending orgasm on hold and slam his hips into over-drive, rolling and pounding, doing everything he could to keep her coming. When she was in the final spasms, he buried his head in the crook of her neck and moaned as he filled her with everything he had.
He lifted his head and beamed with pride at her determined obedience. “Such a good girl, Hildy. Your hands are precisely where they should be. Good girls get rewards.” He carefully withdrew from her body, lowering her legs in the process. “I’m going to go take care of the condom, then come back to take care of you. Don’t move a muscle.”
Wilson’s voice sounded far away, but she heard him clearly calling her a good girl for not moving her arms. It took everything she had to keep them still during the longest, most intense orgasm of her life, but she did it, and now there would be a reward.
What kind of reward? Orgasm? She might need days to recover from the one she just had. Was it just one? There had been a point where she worried Wilson might make it go on forever.
“Are you ready for your reward?” Wilson flashed her that wicked grin of his and she was reduced to a puddle on the bed.
“I think it depends on what it is.”
“It’s not an orgasm this time.”
Hildy was surprised at herself. She never thought she’d see the day where she would even consider turning down an orgasm, let alone one of the mind-blowing kind Wilson was clearly capable of providing. “What then?”
“Close your eyes, baby girl.”
Hildy let her eyelids fall. Her sudden exhaustion overpowered her temptation to peek. “Good girl.”
The next thing she knew, she was being cocooned. The fabric was much, much softer than her quilt, and she moaned as Wilson wrapped it snugly around her bare flesh.
“You can open them, now.”
Hildy forced her eyes open and looked down at the fluffy purple blanket enveloping her body and grinned. “For me?”
“Yes, for you, love.”
“To keep?”
“Yes, to keep.”
Hildy fought back the tears. Nobody but Sully and her uncle ever gave her gifts. “Thank you.”
Wilson reached over to turn off the light. “You are most welcome, love. Sleep now.” She nuzzled against his chest and let out a contented sigh as he wrapped himself around her.
Seven
Wilson picked up the phone for what must have been the tenth time in as many minutes. This time, he pressed the final digit and let the call connect.
“Hey Wil, what’s up?”
“I wanted to know if you would like to come to Finn and Mac’s with me tonight?”
“I don’t know. Things didn’t go so well last time I went.”
“Remember what Mac and I told you? All is forgiven, clean slate, and no bringing up past transgressions.”
“Easier said than done, you know.”
“I know, but the fear will just keep getting bigger if you don’t deal with it now.”
“Who’s going to be there?”
“I can tell you Sloan won’t be there. Does that help?”
“Not really.”
“We don’t have to go, but if we do and you can’t deal, just safeword, okay.”
“I’m too embarrassed.”
“I can understand that, and I’m sure as hell not going to try to tell you how to feel, but I would really like it if you would give it a try. You know that’s all I’ll ever ask of you.”
“But what if someone brings up what happened last time?”
“Won’t happen.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Trust.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“For me, it is. You need to decide whether you trust me enough to keep you safe or not. I’m still earning your trust, and it’s okay if you’re not there yet, baby girl.”
“I do trust you to keep me safe, it’s the unknowns that I can’t trust.”
“I get that, but trusting me to keep you safe is trusting me to take care of the unknowns.”
“It’s too scary.”
“You have safewords for that. If it’s really that much too scary, you should call red right now. Are you calling red?”
“No, dammit.”
“Brave girl. How about we go early and have supper with Finn and Mac, then we can see if you can relax enough to stay. If not, we can leave before anyone else arrives?”
“We can’t just invite ourselves to supper.”
“We didn’t. They offered it up as an option if we’d like to join them. They’re ordering in, so no need for advanced notice. So, what do you say?”
“And we can leave before people arrive if I’m not up for it?”
“Red, and we’re out of there, I promise.”
“Okay.”
“I’m proud of you, baby girl. I’ll be there at five. Bring your blanket and whatever you need for over-night. We’re sleeping at my place.”
“But we always sleep at my house.”
“So far, we’ve always slept at your house. Tonight, that changes. I’ll see you soon.”
“Fine.” Click.
Grumpy girl. He could work with that.
“You’re really not mad at me?”
Wilson gathered Hildy into his arms. “I’m proud of you.”
“I don’t get it. How can you be proud of me for safewording out of staying for the play party?”
“It’s another layer of trust between us. You trust me enough to respect your safeword and I trust you enough to use it appropriately.”
“How do you know I didn’t use it as an excuse to leave?”
“Back to your face showing everything, baby girl. I knew we weren’t staying long before you called red. Would you like the ten cent tour?”
“Yes please.”
Wilson took Hildy’s hand and led her through each room of his house, leaving his bedroom for last.
“It’s still early, are you willing to try a bit of rope-play before we head to bed?”
“What kind of rope-play?”
“Nothing too complicated, but a little more intricate than the gauntlets I did on Mac at the last play-party.”
“I
don’t know.”
“How about I show you some pictures and video of what I want to do so you have a better idea of what to expect?”
“Okay.”
“Good, I’ll be right back.” Wilson shot out of the room and returned with his laptop a minute or so later. He sat on the bed next to Hildy and clicked through the file directory until he opened a folder called ‘Body Harness Tutorial’ and set up a slow slide-show. “I use these photos when I teach a class. This first one is of the end result. The next bunch show the steps to get there, and the last bunch are of the more elaborate rigging that can be done once the basics are mastered. If you have any questions, concerns, or want a longer look at a photo, tap my arm. Shall we begin?”
Hildy nodded. “Okay.”
Wilson started the slide show and watched Hildy’s face carefully as each picture slid across the screen.
Hildy couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was a wearable hug and oh, how she wanted one. “This is what you want to do tonight?”
“If you’re game, I do.”
Hildy could barely contain her excitement. “Oh, I’m game. What happens next?”
“You watch the demo video while I go grab my gear. After that, we begin. Normally, you’d be naked, but I don’t want to overwhelm you, so you’ll remain clothed.”
Hildy nodded, returning her attention to the laptop. She barely registered Wil’s exit as she sat captivated by the activity on the screen.
By the time Wilson returned, Hildy had played the video four times. Well, not the whole thing. She just repeated the part where Wilson does the actual binding and mentally inserted herself as the model.
Wilson brushed a finger down Hildy’s arm. “So, are you ready to make that fantasy a reality?”
Hildy’s earlier bravado was instantly replaced with mortification as she felt like a nun caught in the condom aisle. She buried her chin in her chest and felt the burn rise to the tops of her ears. “Um...”
Wilson slipped a finger beneath Hildy’s chin and tilted her face up. “Hey now, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, love. We all have fantasies, and I couldn’t wish for better than a woman who fantasises about receiving what I like to dish out.”