Her Online Addiction

by Ruby McQueen

  His shirt is open and exposing his chest. I resist making eye contact with him still and hold my cards close. I make contact with his bare skin running my hands over his firm, heated flesh, making my way through the small smattering of hair across his chest as I round my hands up over his shoulders, pushing his shirt as it hooks between my fingers and dragging it as I smooth my hands over his now flexing arms until the shirt drops to the floor. He brings his hands to the small of my back stepping in, oh no my lover, I can’t have his roaming hands on me and keep my composure.

  I step back to his surprise gently pushing his hands away from me and I utter only two words to him, in a low, husky whisper I say with authority “No touchies.”

  His head moves back as if he’s taken back a little. So, I re-emphasise it as verbally minimalistic as I can.

  “My night, my rules... Noooo Touchies.” He smiles at me smugly as if he thinks it will only take a moment for him to weave his magic on me and I will forfeit my own rules. Just knowing he thinks I will crack makes me oh so determined to see this through.

  Once I know he is not going to make any effort to touch me I decide I need to continue making him naked in front of me. I think about going for the fly on his pants but instead I look directly into his eyes bringing my hand up onto his shoulder smoothing along it as I slowly walk behind him continuing to hold his gaze until I pass his side. As I stand behind him and place my other hand on the opposite shoulder and start skimming them very deliberately and leisurely towards his ass. I glide my hands over his pants and lightly cup his ass like I am appraising him, every bump, every ripple, his warmth, all mine.

  I follow his waistline around the top of his pants until my hands are on his abdomen. I softly rub my hands through the soft trail of hair that is hidden below his clothing but exists just enough for me to stroke along as I reach his navel. I want to growl in delight, but I hold it in. I press my body against his back as I run my hands up onto his chest, squeezing as I reach my destination. He stands firm and gives nothing away. I’m crushed a little, no reaction? Really? I can either give in or keep trying and quitting is just not my thing. He has told me before he finds most women boring sexually and I scramble internally for a moment hoping desperately that I’m not making an absolute tit out of myself here. I know he likes control, so I guess I’m just going to work harder for it.

  I keep my pose, body clinging to his as I lightly sweep my hands over his nipples and explore my way to his fly. I could go straight for fondling him through his pants, but I want to extract his will, I want to see him, that moment when the dam bursts and I am in complete possession of all his desires. An unequivocal madness for me and only me.

  I unbutton his pants and unzip him suddenly aware there is no erection bursting out where it should be. Ok, I see what’s going on here. Double or nothing, Baby Cakes!

  I carefully lower his pants making as much skin to skin contact as I can with my hands and body but making careful measure to not touch him ‘there’. I decide on the spot I will touch him everywhere and anywhere, I will even go to give his cock attention at times and back off leaving him hanging just as he thinks I’ve cracked, oh yes, Derek, you gave me the power and I intend on abusing it tonight! While I am crouched at his feet, I grip each shoe for him to slip off bringing the pants with them, freeing him from both.

  I run my hands back up to his jocks making my way to the top of his v muscles at the side of his hips slipping my hands underneath the elasticised band. I slowly stretch them as I begin to slide them down. Naked Derek, except for his socks which I will deal with in a moment.

  He stands there bare arsed and I want to drink him in, I want to wrap myself around him and be absorbed by his warmth, melting below his skin. But patience is key. He steps silently out of his jocks and I brush myself against him as I move in front of him. As much as I want to give him some serious fuck me eyes and bite my lip, I don’t want him to see what it is doing to me having him here like this. I try to keep my face blank but sweet as I look into his eyes. He stands there confident, unbashful and still with a look on his face that suggests that if this is all I have, then he will have control back in no time. He is fighting against me and it’s time for battle strategy.

  I lightly grab his hand and make my way to the bed head with him following. When I get there, I release his hand and instead of asking him to get on the bed I instead opt to crawl across it to the other side, so he is forced to see my G-string-clad ass prowling away from him. As I get off the bed, I stand and see him standing there with his arms folded across his body. I ignore it and bend and tap the bed lightly.

  “Hop on, Hot Stuff.” He smiles and looks at me for a beat, naked and brooding. My heart begins to beat rapidly in anticipation, and reluctantly he gets into position. I smile at him and I get on the bed and grab his hand moving it to the first cuff. He suddenly halts the movement just out of reach, flexing his arm in resistance. I pause for a second trying to keep my blank face. I smile softly and shyly. I go for shy; I know it’s a weakness in his armour, and I add to it by looking away and tucking my hair behind my ear before looking back at him. My heart is racing so fast it’s hard to keep a cool exterior. I look back up to him and give a little smirk.

  “Oh, you are so far from innocent, Trinity.” He shakes his head and I see the struggle on his face. I know he doesn’t want to be at my mercy, so I take a little sympathy in it and offer him a small morsel of comfort, which is hard to do while smirking, but I try none the less.

  “Aww, I only want to steam it up for you, babe, nothing crazy. Besides, if it makes you feel better, I will let you loose later and you can have your way with me, ok?” He takes a moment and holds my gaze while he considers it.

  “You have no idea, Trinity.” It’s a warning I know and that primal ferocity dancing behind his eyes both turns me on and puts me on edge. He is trying to put me off perhaps, but I am determined to have him like this. He finally relaxes his arm and leans back against all the pillows letting me restrain him in my cuffs and I am so excited I could internally combust! I keep a white-knuckle grip over my expression trying hard not to gloat as I climb across him to secure the other arm. Fist pump!

  He is tightly secured, naked, propped against my bed and just... Sexy. As. Fuck! I make my way to his feet; those socks have got to go! I run my hand over his right leg, pushing my hands up to his knee before dragging them back down, digging my fingertips in slightly as I grip the sock and roll it off. I toss it towards the end of my bed and repeat for the second one. Now that he is completely naked and sprawled there watching me, I think I should work on making him hard for me. I bend over his feet on all fours like a cat would and I prowl over him, hanging my head so my long dark hair falls onto his skin and tickles along him as I make my up his body. As I pass his exposed cock reaching his abdomen I flip my hair back arching so my lush assets are accentuated and look at him with a wicked smile before I bend so that my lips are close enough to connect to him before stopping and backing away again. One step forward and two steps back. Oh, how I am going to enjoy this game.

  “You aren’t getting naked?” And there I think I hear a little something in his voice, a small crack for my ego to crawl inside of and dwell within. I lift my head up slowly making eye contact before I answer.

  “You want me... Naked?” I say with heat making sure he knows answering yes to me will be a submission of power and while I know I have him tied I am under no delusion that I have any power of him yet, he is still in control, still no erection. The look on his face shifts into defiance.

  “Not at all, take your time.”

  “Oh, I will, don’t worry...” I squint my eyes a little as I say it no doubt looking cocky and he smiles thinking he has it in the bag, he can resist me, well we shall see!

  I let my lips descend onto his taut skin just above his navel, light, sweet, feathery kisses. I begin to trail them all over him steering clear of any sensitive areas and just as I hope he thinks this is all I have planned
, the kiss-trail-worship of deviant Derek, I sink my teeth into the flesh just above his collar bone at the base of his neck without warning, before returning to kissing his neck all the way up to below his ear. I nip him and began the leisurely descent south with my mouth randomly kissing, nipping and biting him as I hover on all fours over him.

  I bite him right on his hip bone which makes him twitch a little, and then I begin to trace his body lightly with my hands now as I make a circuit around his body. I note that he is still not really hard yet, maybe just maybe becoming semi hard, ok, next level coming at ya!

  As I make my way up his neck nuzzling him, I continue to his face, caressing my way along the bottom of his jaw until I’m on his cheek. I go to kiss his lips and last minute I deliberately miss and place a soft, sweet peck at the corner of his mouth, hoping that got him going, but not really looking to confirm. I am relentlessly covering every inch of him and each time I near his mouth I look at him like I must have those lips and miss contact at the last second, until this time, this time I plant a soft kiss just off his mouth and then I brush my soft lips all the way across his. Finally, he rewards me with a response, tilting his head to chase my lips ever so briefly as they drag over his, but I maintain enough distance to keep him at bay so he can’t take control.

  This time I pop my tongue out just enough to run it slowly across his bottom lip. I notice he stills beneath me, even his breathing and I think he is fighting the urge to react to me so this time as I run my lips across his again when I reach the middle I kiss him hard and deep opening his mouth enough so I can draw his bottom lip into my mouth to bite. He groans as I tug it before letting it snap back as I back away, and I know I am starting to chip away at his control. Oh yes, Derek, I know a thing or two about what you like as well.

  I begin to nibble and gently kiss and suck his flesh as I make my way south, making a B-Line towards his now erect cock. As I get there, I get very close to making contact as I did with his lips, backing off again at the last minute. I run my hands over the top of his thighs towards his nicely man-scaped package before making contact with his cock, one hand flattened either side of him I run my hands softly but firmly up and down the length of him, from root to tip and I hear him exhale a little which gives me such a rush. I know he might be hoping I wrap my lips around his erection, but for now I run my hands down to the base of his cock resting them there so he is standing upright and to attention, before giving a little wink his direction and bringing my lips down onto the side of his cock I slowly and gently kiss him and begin to repeat as I move up towards the head of his cock. I hope he is on edge wondering about if I will sink my fangs in or not, at this stage I want his heart racing for the unexpected.

  I lower my mouth loosely over him and begin working my tongue quickly in little feathery flicks over the back of his tip before taking him back out and beginning to make my way down the other side of his shaft with soft sucking kisses. I pull my lips back from him once I’m done, sitting up I suck my own bottom lip in while I watch his eyes giving him the quietest ‘mmmm’ I can to let him know I enjoyed it before smirking at him.

  I decide that it’s time for me to be naked, now I have him hard. I kneel on my knees between his slightly splayed legs and look down at my breasts and smile shyly before bringing my hands to rest on my own abdomen. I begin to lightly slide my hands north towards my breasts and as I reach my destination, I cup myself, squeezing and running my thumbs firmly over my nipples through my top and bra. With the distance thing I’ve learnt what he likes, me shy, me teasing him and most definitely me touching myself. So, let’s give him what he likes!

  I slide my hands leisurely south once more and go to lift my top off, slowly but surely, I ease myself from it before I am sitting there in nought but my cute, pale, silver, lacy bra and my matching black G-String. I resume the wandering hands routine gliding them effortlessly all over my skin as I close my eyes and lull my head from the seeming pleasure of it. I go back to my breasts once more and one by one I slide each strap off delicately trailing my fingers back across the fabric lining like a seductive dance.

  His eyes follow my every movement and I take that as all the encouragement and motivation needed to continue my self-adulation. I delicately glide my hand under the cup of my bra and secure it around the soft flesh of my breast and begin gently fondling it and kneading it between my fingers. I think I should begin to tell him how I feel, my silky-smooth flesh, but I’ve never done a live tease and against our norm I think I’ll keep him speculating, yeah give him nothing but visuals mmhmm.

  I increase the vigour with which I deliciously envelope myself before pulling my hand out and repeating the process with my other breast, slowly, I will extract his aspiration for me at a tantalisingly slow pace. I expose my breasts as I unclasp my bra from behind, letting it fall away, hair in soft waves falling around me framing my bust. I give both the ‘girls’ a final squeeze before letting my hands wander down to my panties. Time to steam him up a little, but still ‘no touchies’.

  I fondle myself through my panties while maintaining eye contact with him, I want him to see the pleasure roll across my face as I stroke myself moist. I’m wearing the right colour to show my desire saturating the fabric. I slow my movements and bite my bottom lip as I slowly but surely slip my hand beneath my panties where it surprises me just how wet I actually am, and I gasp and release my lip. Finally, I am rewarded.

  “Are you wet, Trinity?” He leans in a little still shackled but keenly observing me. I simply give out an ‘mmhmm’ as I start to swirl my fingers around the silky, slickness over my already engorged clit. I’m going to give him little until I get what I want. I ever so gently lull backwards and forwards as I find my rhythm, this time closing my eyes and enjoying the way my orgasm begins to build. But I’m not going to come just yet. I stop the onslaught and open my eyes and take a deep breath, I want the air heavy with my desire. I gradually remove my hand raise it to my lips and drag my index finger across my bottom lip with my tongue caressing the essence from it. I close my eyes briefly and give a sexy little ‘mmmm’.

  “How do you taste, Trinity?” Derek’s voice is low and husky and the sound of it sends an echo reverberating through me so strongly that I feel instantly on the verge of orgasm.

  “Would you like a taste?” I offer.

  “Yes Ma’am.”

  With that I rise up and lean in lowering my lips to his, halting just shy of contact.

  “No touchies?” I ask the question; I want to know how much I’m affecting him.

  “Please, Baby... Let me taste you.” It’s almost a plea in a whisper and it ticks a box for me, I’m wearing him down I think, and I reward his slip of control by taking his lips passionately with mine, kissing him with absolution. He groans a little into my mouth as he dips his tongue into my mouth chasing the lingering sweetness from my arousal. I let myself get lost for a moment reassured that he can’t seize control over me in any way. He could flip me this very moment and I would just melt beneath him, which is not part of the plan.

  I pull back from the frenzy of our moment and regain restraint over myself so I can see my vision mature into fruition. Clearly our chemistry is such it’s impossible for me to hide my own desires, so control is the only accolade I chase.

  When my breathing normalises, I quietly ask, “And how do I taste?” confident he will give me a description.

  “Deliciously sweet like I want to dip my tongue into you repeatedly.”

  I tilt my head backwards a touch, so I am looking at him now through heavily hooded eyelids before responding.

  “No, Babe... I taste like...” I suck at my bottom lip “Yours.” Making sure my face displays intensity as I say it, confirming my intentions towards before I bite into the base of his neck and then quickly back off again.

  “If you’re mine, Trinity, how about un-cuffing me and giving me what I want?”

  “And what is that?” I say coyly as I kneel up and start removing my panties in f
ront of him.

  “Let me loose and I’ll show you, Baby Cakes.” Hmmm, Baby Cakes? As much as that invitation sounds like the perfect remedy to the arousal that aches between my thighs for him to exploit, he is getting ahead of himself and I swiftly let him know so.

  “That... was the wrong response, Lover.” And with that a wicked grin curls at the corners of my mouth and once I am free of my panties I kneel between his legs once more, naked and thick with lust for him. I resume touching myself, slowly at first, I stroke lengthways and dip my middle finger inside myself every so often. I want him to imagine it’s his cock sliding inside of me, so I moan deliberately each time I do. He adjusts his position on the bed, my eyes are closed but I’m aware of the shift in both my bed and his breathing.

  “Come for me, Trinity.” His words abruptly interrupt my satiation and I am grateful for it. As much as I think an orgasm with my ‘no touchies’ policy firmly in play might drive him wild, I want him on the verge of begging if not with words than deeds. I want him ravenous and wild. I want him wound so damn tight he fucks me into tomorrow, where neither of us begin or end, we are just entwined in molten hot lust that can never quite be quenched no matter how much of each other we drink in. Ambitious perhaps, but if this is my one shot at him, I want this night to linger in the back of his mind and ruin him for every other woman he contemplates or beds. I want to affect him the way I know he has crept into my mind and taken over. So, the next step is to work on his insatiable appetite for me.

  “Oh, no, no, Derek, there will be none of that tonight.” I say slowly giving him a gentle ‘tsk tsk’ shake of my head. I bring my hand to my lips again and pop my finger in there and suck it slowly like I’m savouring the flavour.