Even if I’d wanted, my lips couldn’t stay off of her. I kept kissing her skin, planted fluid-stained kisses along her thighs, her abdomen, even along her supple breasts.
Balancing myself above and against her, my fingers controlled her from beneath, drawing all of her attention to fighting the pleasure.
As I lifted my gaze from her amazing chest, I could see now how the bindings all but bit into her wrists. She was moaning uncontrollably, her mind submerged deep within her physical ecstasy.
I lowered my lips to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. My tongue lapped against it, playing with the erect nub, and then I thought better of this and switched to the other. My free hand lifted, squeezing the first breast, tweaking the nipple between my thumb and my forefinger.
She gasped for release.
“Please,” she finally pleaded, “please stop teasing and just give it to me…”
“No,” I whispered in her ear, drawing out her pleasure with my fingers now slowly, gradually drawing in and out of her. “I need to bring you to the edge…and let you hover just there…”
She cursed my name furiously, stringing out a colorful array of expletives.
I wasn’t finished with her just yet.
But I was ready to bring this to the next level.
I removed myself from her, gazing down upon her panting, restrained form, watching her rub her thighs together and practically snarl.
“Hush,” I commanded, placing a finger against her lips. “Settle down…I’m about to give you what you want, but you’ll need to be a good girl for me…can you do that?”
She nodded furiously.
“That’s what I want to hear,” I whispered, leaning back up again. Loudly, I unbuckled my pants, whipping off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. I even tossed my button-up onto her bare body, just to emphasize what was coming.
But I had no intentions of making her cum just yet, even with the entirety of me against her.
No, our game was going to go on…
Chapter 36
Angel
My body was experiencing an absolute nirvana that I never, ever dreamt impossible. The way that he knew just how best to tantalize me, to continuously push me to stark new heights…
I had long given up on actually escaping my restraints by now. Trent, to my great surprise, had quickly but adeptly improvised bindings that kept my wrists pinned down to the arms of the patio chair.
Truth be told, I wasn’t actually all that eager to get out of them…that was, up until the endless torture of his teasing.
Oh god, his fucking teasing.
It was driving me insane.
All I wanted to do was feeling his deep, animalistic penetration. I craved the touch of his huge cock deep inside me, the thrusting of his magnificent girth to stretch me to my limits.
With the blindfold of my shredded shirt still blinding my sight, I had been drowned in blackness from the start. My senses were on maximum overload, puckering for his definitive pressure and the intensity of his loving attention.
That’s why, when I finally felt the tip of his bulbous crown gently parting my lips down below, I felt an overwhelming need to be completely and utterly dominated by him.
But wait.
No.
No, don’t you fucking do this to me.
Instead of pushing the crown deep into me, he was merely toying with me further. I could feel it push apart my lips, sliding along the nerve endings outside, but never thrusting inward.
Goddammit.
He’s STILL TEASING ME.
Furiously, I fought against the restraints again, but they were so tight. I couldn’t get any leverage to even begin to free my wrists.
Instead, I had to lie there and accept my fate.
I mean, there are worse fates.
But this? This was absolute torture.
…Torture of the most satisfying kind.
“Are you ready for me?” He whispered, pausing his diabolical teasing for just a moment as I caught my breath.
Biting my lower lip flirtatiously but needfully, I nodded enthusiastically to him.
“Good,” he murmured, but his tone…
Something was off.
Only then did I realize the mistake.
He wanted me to stay enthusiastic.
But would it change his behavior?
Would he finally fit himself inside me?
His satisfied groan as he resumed teasing the lining of my drenched, sopping pussy told me that no, it didn’t change a goddamn thing.
UGH.
GOD.
DAMN.
IT.
ALL.
TO.
HELL.
“If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to all that is out there that I will make you absolutely regret this,” I cursed him.
“You sound like you mean that,” he chuckled.
“Look. Me. In. The. Eyes.”
“I can’t…got a little something in the way,” he laughed cockily as he continued teasing my body.
“Ohhhh…you are going to feel my wrath,” I started giggling madly. “I am going to rip you to pieces when I’m free from these!”
For emphasis, I tugged violently at the bindings.
“I’m sure you are,” he whispered, “but I need to believe that you’ll never run off like that again. And the only way to be sure is to condition you…through a marathon of mind-breaking teasing. Wouldn’t you say so?”
“Trent, I am never going to run again,” I pleaded desperately. “Never. Ever.”
“It’s you and me,” he told me.
“That’s right. You and me.”
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
I didn’t even realize what I was saying until after I’d spoken the words, but I gasped with understanding.
Did he mean that?
Did he want me to stay forever?
I didn’t have time to dwell on this, because suddenly, his cock slammed hard into me.
My body was driven over the edge as he began furiously fucking me, his weight pushing down over me.
He was fiddling with something briefly to the side, and then the back to my chair collapsed down.
With a slight, padded thud, I realized that I was on my back, my bindings still securing me in place, and he was pushing down on top of me. His majestic, furious cock was penetrating me, over and over, again and again…
And I almost immediately came harder than I thought was humanly possible.
My brain practically whited out in complete, ethereal bliss as the punishing string of climaxes robbed me of all rational thought. The intense collective
release left a tremendous ache all across my body. It was only as I began regaining my senses that I realized my tension had loosened my bindings.