Control - Noah's Rise Bundle (Books I-III): A Billionaire Romance Series

by M. P. Lodi

  Jackson

  Jackson's cock was rock hard and again, Jen casually made her way off of the bed after just a few minutes. Once she saw him about to enjoy himself and possibly cum, she stopped. She stood next to the bed again with arms folded in front of her.

  He tugged at his wrists and ankles. He looked at Jen with almost begging eyes. “Please fuck me, this really is getting frustrating. Don't let my dick go soft again. Please. A hard-on is terrible thing to waste.”

  Jen covered her eyes and mouth with her hand, almost laughing.

  “A hard-on is a terrible thing to waste?” That's funny hon. I'm still not untying you. I told you I'll win this one.”

  “I order you to untie me now. I promise I will fuck you hard. Just undo the rope. Untie one hand, I'll do the rest.”

  “Do you submit, and admit I won and have more control over myself?”

  “Arrgh.” He fought against the rope, making his penis dance about. His frustration was peaking. He was almost there, ready to come and she stops.

  “I love the way a dick looks bobbing around like that. Poor thing has a little pre-cum coming out. I stopped at the right time to stop you from ejaculating. See how well I know your body?”

  She walked back over to the TV and unpaused it.

  “Jennifer, please this is getting carried away. I'm really horny, untie me.”

  “No and stop asking. I promise you if you keep it up I will gag you, and don't call me Jennifer. You sound like my Aunt. You never call me Jennifer and I don't like it since it sounds like your scolding me.”

  Slow masturbation was working its frustrating wonders. This would be twice frustrated and Jackson could do nothing at all. He knew she was getting too horny and had fought with herself for a few seconds when he ordered her to untie him this last time. She said she decided to let him know the supposed ultimate pleasure no matter what, even at her own loss of fun. A little delayed gratification is all it was. He could handle it, he lied to himself. Not being able to cum though, and not being able to touch himself almost made Jackson pissed off. To watch and feel a hard cock shrink, and not be able to do anything about it was indeed too frustrating. How the hell could someone like Jen enjoy being tied up and not being able to move? This was against his own nature, but still he didn't give in.

  He was breathing hard, struggling to get free. He didn't make any progress in untying himself, not even one knot. He knew she listened to him fighting against his bindings and she then turned the volume up on the TV. He couldn't see her from her head down from that position. She listened to and heard his own grunts of frustration. It really was too much for a man. To be excited and ready to come, and then not be able to. He fought with himself, as he knew she did. His cock started to relax. It had the opposite effect on his mind.

  “Please honey, untie me, my cock is going down. Please, this is driving me nuts.”

  After five minutes, she stood up from the love seat and looked at his crotch. He was still semi-hard. She looked at his face and shook her head. So she sat back down. Another five minutes passed and she looked up again at him. He was soft. With a smile she walked back to the bed. She stood next to the bed, and with her hands on her hips again said “Are you learning who the real boss is?”

  “Oh you just wait! Revenge is a dish that's best served cold.”

  She almost laughed “Are you quoting Star Trek wisdom again, who said that one, Khan if I remember you telling me. From Star Trek II, right?”

  “Jen, please untie me.” He had almost a begging quality to that last plea. She moved on top of the bed, and put her hand up to the rope holding his wrist as if she were about to untie the knot, but then pulled away and said “Psych… and stop saying my name. Do you hear me repeating Jackson over and over?”

  He breathed hard like an animal several times as he fought against the ropes. Jen sat down again in between his legs, this time with one booted leg over his left thigh laid out towards his head. After putting more lotion on, both of her hands went to work on his cock while his cock was still soft, but that lasted a whole ten seconds, as it grew even quicker than before. That damned book was right. A man will get more excited and faster if frustrated and not allowed to come.

  Jen massaged his penis focusing on his tip, and behind the head and with both hands pumping it as if she were screwing him hard. Then with one hand on top of the other stroking him downward. Right before he was fully hard though, she pulled up her skirt, and then sat over his penis, leaning on her knees above him. She took hold of his cock and started rubbing it against her pussy, using his head to dance around her entrance. She rubbed up and down her pussy. She held his cock firm while rubbing her clit with some pressure, masturbating herself with his now fully hard cock. He was breathing hard, every now and then he struggled in his ropes.

  Jen

  This was seriously turning Jen on now, having him there as her play thing. Having his penis as the instrument of her own pleasure. She still couldn't shake her own fantasy in her head, of him having her completely at his mercy under him. She was determined though to give her man this frustration enhanced experience. Her own thoughts were betraying her.

  Jackson was losing it, looking at her with hungry eyes. He was breaking, horny and now desperate for her to let him go or in the least mount him and ride him hard. The frustration he experienced did build up and made him more compliant under her now.

  “Please fuck me, please.”

  “Keep begging me, she said as she stroked her pussy back and forth with the tip of his penis. Then, she sat down on his cock slowly, taking his cock inside her. He breathed hard, and looked at her. Her eyes then closed while she adjusted her position to get more comfortable. There was no other position like this for penetration. Jackson's cock rubbed her at her own special g-spot deep inside. That one area where the tip of his cock would rub and take her to her special place in her mind and body. This was a change, she was in control. It fucked with her head probably more than it was with Jackson's.

  “Jen, no more. I give up. Please no more. I'm so horny, I'm going to explode if you don't fuck me. Don't play, please.” He wiggled as best as he could inside her, moving his pelvic area up and down, trying his best to give his cock some movement. He had a hard time tied in that position. Jen was ultra horny and just went with it, rocking back and forth. She then stayed still and just sat there on his cock. Jackson frantically struggled to get his hands free but couldn't move at all. He looked at her her breasts and face, then fought hard against the ropes some more. His struggles turned her on further. She found herself playing with herself now, rubbing back and forth with her fingers. Massaging her clit as she kept him inside her. She though was imaging herself as his prisoner, doing whatever he wanted to her body.

  “No...You can't do that. What about me, don't leave me hanging again.” Jen suddenly stopped and used her hands and legs to lift herself off of his cock, and moved to the side. Jackson looked almost furious at first, then shocked as his cock bobbed in the air. He tugged at the rope.

  “No, please not again. I'll do anything you want. Don't let me go limp again. I'm already frustrated beyond belief. I can commit a murder, seriously. Please don't do that to me again.”

  “Then you admit I won?” She asked with a squint in her eye. Her right hand massaged her clit and pussy back and forth. Jen couldn't wait any longer herself. She had to keep rubbing herself.

  “Yes, you win, anything. I don't mind losing to my wife. Please untie me. I'm going to fuck you like a madman. Please get me loose already.”

  Instead of untying him, she moved over him, sat on his penis, guiding it into her with her right hand. She was dripping wet and he moaned as she started to ride.

  She rode him slowly for just two minutes, and enjoyed having his muscled body under her, he was like her own bucking powerful beast. He did his best to push himself up into her as she rocked forward, but held down by the ropes as he was, it wasn't easy for him. This was the first time that she was in comple
te control over him, and she enjoyed it. His struggling hard under her felt so good.

  His body was like her own play toy. Thoughts of her just letting him go to have his way with her seemed more and more desirable. She loved having him inside of her in this position, but nothing could compare to him tying her down and having his way with her.

  He seemed to be on the verge of cumming quickly which caused her to slow down and stop, she looked down at his face as he licked his lips. “No, Jen that’s not cool. I'm almost there, so finish me off or untie me. I'm going to explode, I can feel it. Don’t fucking stop again! Do you hear me?”

  Slowly she moved while still massaging her clit. He kept trying to thrust himself up into her. Each time he did she moved forward, then back, rocking his penis inside her. And then again, she got off of his cock and moved to the side, her fingers still taking care of her own pleasure. His face looked like it could almost cry.

  “No more, you win. Fucking untie me now. Dragon, you hear me? Dragon!”

  She sat for a second looking at his hard cock bobbing in the air, Jackson said the code word but she knew it wasn't to stop their session. He wanted to fuck her his own way. She stopped massaging her pussy and moved higher up on his left side. She kissed him, her eyes longing for his own touch on her, she closed her eyes while licking her lips, she opened them and went for the knot holding his left wrist. She tied it well. Maybe too well.

  No other words were needed. She took herself almost to an orgasm, her man was frustrated more than ever before. Slow masturbation worked and Jackson was like a caged animal waiting for release. His muscles now glistened from beads of sweat on his chest from his struggles.

  With one hand caressing his hair, she kissed him, and rubbed against his head as a cat would. The knot holding his left hand was difficult to untie. After the kiss she used both of her hands on the knot.

  She smiled and knew her man saw it in her face. He knew before she did that she was ready, and with his own body primed, hard and expecting an orgasm, she knew the time was perfect to have him take her the way she loved, and to enjoy a frustration enhanced orgasm. - A win, win for them both.

  She untied his left hand, as he grunted under her. He struggled to free his own right hand as she untied the other. He just couldn't wait to be free to attack her. The anticipation was enough to put her on the edge of pleasure. As soon as his left hand was free, it went right to her leather bra as he massaged her breast through the soft bra.

  She quickly untied the rope holding his right hand to the bedpost, but before doing anything else, she got off of the bed and moved to the foot board to hastily untied his left leg. She looked up at him as he sat up, leaning on his arms watching her every move. He stared at her breasts, face and her breasts. As she freed his right leg, she glanced up and again saw him staring at her, mentally absorbing her image. She had never felt as sexy as she did in that moment. Or as horny. His feet were free and with his right hand, he curled his pointer finger toward him over and over, gesturing for her to come over to the bed.

  Jackson was truly her soul-mate. There was nothing about him that wasn't sexy and appealing to her. She got off of the bed at the bottom and crossed her arms in front of her at the side of the bed. She was observing his cock that was still rock hard. He looked ready to pounce on her. The anticipation of what would follow had her tingling on the inside. She knew he watched her eyes.

  “Do I have to come over there and force you down to the bed?” His voice was deep, with a touch of anger. A shiver went through her, and mixed with a tingle that stayed a few seconds inside her pussy. She felt herself dripping now. She made her way closer to him at to the side of the bed and stood next to it unfolding her arms and then placing her hands on her hips. “You think you can make me do anything?”

  Jackson took the hint. He moved quickly, reaching for her right arm and pulled her to him on the bed. Jen wanted to play the victim with him but couldn't help showing a smile on her face as he grabbed a hold of her body by her waist and head, before turning her on her back. He looked at her, his almost mad sex look never leaving his face. She was afraid he was too horny and would only screw her right there and then. He wanted her and looked as if nothing would stop him.

  “I'll hit you if you don't get off of me.” She said defiantly in hopes that he wouldn’t just give her a quick fuck.

  “You think you can stop me from doing anything I want?” The words gave her an inner peace. He would take her, but first he would make sure she couldn't get away. Jackson moved high up on her body, with legs on either side of her chest. His hard cock danced inches from her mouth. She had a quick impulse to try to lick it, to take it into her mouth, but didn't. She needed him to show his control over her. She expected much, but needed to resist him to get into her own fantasy. Her dominating him had messed with her own mindset. She was naturally submissive and needed to get her head back there.

  “I swear I'll scream right now if you don't get off of me.” She looked into his eyes, and his face had a wonderful 'Don't fuck with me' look to it. She said she'd scream too fast though. She wasn't tied down yet. Jackson grabbed both of her arms together and pinned them over her head forcefully as she tried to fight against him. With just his left hand, he kept both of her arms pinned. He then put his forearm on her neck and pushed down, applying a choke. She didn't want to truly be choked, but she knew it was a great way to make her submissive. She knew to stop fighting against him and didn't want to repeat any of their breath control play games that they tried in the past. She only wanted and needed to have it click in her head that she was at his mercy.

  “Do you really want to fuck with me? You give me any problems and I swear you'll regret it. Do you understand?” He tightened the choke further. Jen struggled with her legs far down the bed, but they were useless. She looked in his eyes as she struggled. He then let up on the pressure on her neck hold as she lay still.

  “I'm tying you to this bed and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. If you scream, I swear I'll gag you hard and uncomfortably, and still do whatever I want. Have you got that?” She struggled against his hold, as he tightened his grip on both of her arms above her head. Her resistance felt so good, but she quickly stopped resisting for the moment. She knew she had to get him to at least tie her down so she could fight against him harder. He had to let her arms go as he leaned over to grab the rope to her left. Grabbing her left wrist, he started tying it to the bed-post. She hit him on his leg to keep the fantasy alive in her head. It was always harder to stay submissive if her hands were free.

  Jackson finished tying her left wrist then grabbed her right with his hand, and at first pinned it to the side of her head. He slapped her on her left cheek lightly which came as a total surprise. He had never slapped her before. It didn't have any strength behind it, but she could feel the slight sting and her first impulse was to curse at him. She wasn't quite in her fantasy yet. The leftover view in her head, of Jackson tied to the bed didn't have her nearly as submissive as she wanted to be. That slap shocked her more than making her more submissive in any way. He looked at her expecting some reaction, and she felt slightly pissed off that he would dare do that to her.

  As if reading her mind, Jackson saw her attitude and covered her mouth with his right hand. She struggled against the rope holding her left hand to the bedpost. She fought against his left hand that was holding her right hand to the bed next to her head, but couldn't budge. She tried to move her head, but couldn't. He had her pinned nicely. Finally she started to feel more under his control.

  She cursed into his hand, only an ‘mmff’ sound could be heard. Jackson sensed she was a bit pissed, but she was horny as hell at the same time. As was he. Knowing she wasn't quite in her submissive zone, he said “You have a problem with that slap?” She cursed again, trying to tell him to go fuck himself, but again, only the muffling sound of her voice under his hand could be heard. Her playing the dominant role with him earlier had left her far more defiant than h
er usual self. She couldn't simply be taken as easily as he could usually do it.

  Jackson could sense her open defiance. He knew she needed to be further tamed, and she knew the same. He took the hand from her mouth and as she tried to threaten to kick his ass, all that came out was “I'm going t...” The palm of his right hand pushed down on her mouth again, stopping her from completing the sentence.

  She fought against him with every ounce of her strength, against his hand holding her wrist and against the rope holding her to the bed. She couldn't get away and after a couple of minutes of struggling put herself into her zone with Jackson's control over her. She stopped fighting against him for the moment. Her submission was then all but assured as he said “You keep your mouth shut. I don't want to hear a word come out of it. If you keep fighting me I will hurt you.”

  Wow... she could definitely use what he said to get her more into her own submission to him. It was so unlike her loving husband, but she was resisting his dominance over her far more than usual. It was just what she needed, that and the threat of not breathing again made it easier for her to slip into her favorite fantasy of some brute forcing himself on her.

  “I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. If you scream in any way, I swear I'll choke you unconscious then rape you. Do you understand me?” Her pussy was aching now. His words and control over her put her well into her fantasy. She then struggled to get free from his hand and the rope. He took the hint, knowing from experience that he broke her of her previous need to lash out. That was already another person, the one who fought against him went far away.

  He quickly tied her right wrist to the bed. She wanted to scream out for help and then did as he finished tying her hand. “Help me” It almost sounded stupid and out of place as she heard the words come out of her mouth. She kept her eyes closed and then pleaded “Please let me go, I'll scream if you don't.”