Pleasure Bound

He took the box from her and opened it, then pulled out the black, plastic, roughly conical shaped object with a stem and flat end. He touched the tip, then stroked the length of it. She had a sudden desire to see him take it in his mouth and suck on it. He held it toward her and she licked it, then took it in her mouth, thinking of his big cock. He watched her, clearly thinking the same thing as a bulge formed in his jeans.

He took the dildo from her and dragged it along her cheek, then down the front of her blouse.

“Marie, I want you to go into the bedroom and run your fingers over your pussy. I want you to ensure you are really … really wet.” He dragged the dildo lower, then rested it against her stomach, below her navel. “Then slide this into your pussy and glide it around slowly.”

Oh man, she wanted him to slide it into her right now.

“Get it really slick and wet. Then…”

He grasped her hips and turned her around, then lifted her skirt. He caressed her ass with delightful round strokes. She tingled inside. Then she felt the dildo glide between her cheeks and press lightly against her small, tight opening.

Oh God, was he going to push it in right now? The pressure of the small rounded tip against her puckered opening increased and she sucked in a deep breath, realizing she wanted him to.

“… then I want you to push it in here.”

A shiver rippled through her. She wanted to lean back against it. Take it right now.

But he drew it away and placed it in her hand.

“Then come back out here. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

She walked toward the bedroom, the sexy device in her hand.

“And, Marie…”

She stopped and glanced back at him. “Yes, Master?”

“Do not come.”

Oh, damn.

Six

Sitting behind Zeke on the bike … clinging to him as they sped along the highway, her breasts crushed against his broad muscular back … the big machine vibrating beneath her hot, wet pussy … was sheer torture. And the whole time she could feel the unaccustomed pressure of the dildo in her back opening.

When they arrived at the cinema, she held her skirt carefully so she didn’t flash anyone as she climbed off the bike. She lifted her leg and had to hold back a gasp as her behind rotated on the seat and the butt plug shifted inside her.

Zeke led her into the movie and they sat at the back. Only a few people were in the theater and none in the back few rows. She didn’t even notice the action on the screen as Zeke’s hand glided along her inner thigh, then under her skirt. His fingers stroked along her slick, swollen lips. She opened her legs, giving him easier access. He stroked her slit, then glided inside. He delved deeper and stroked her inner passage, building an incredible heat inside her. Her G-spot … oh God, he knew where it was and how to use it! Warmth suffused her entire body. Pleasure built within her, gaining momentum … then he stopped and pulled his hand free. She almost whimpered out loud.

She tried to pay attention to the movie

… some cars chasing across the flickering backdrop of city streets … but she couldn’t concentrate. She wanted his hands on her. After an agonizing wait, his hand returned to her thigh, then stroked her slit again. This time, he pressed against her clit. She almost cried out. He eased off, then stroked lightly. She sucked in air, then tilted her pelvis forward, trying to get more pressure, but he drew away entirely.

Damn. Punishment for her eagerness.

Finally, he stroked her again. Lightly. Teasing.

Oh God, not enough.

During the entire movie he tortured her like that. Giving her a little, then leaving her breathless and wanting. Occasionally, he would slide his fingers under her and grasp the flared end of the butt plug with his fingers and pivot it a little, sending quivers through her. When the movie ended and she sat behind him riding the motorcycle home, she almost came several times just from the vibration of the leather seat beneath her.

But she fought the urge to let go. Fought the intense desire to soar to heaven on the back of this big machine while flying through the night.

By the time they got to her apartment, she was practically panting. When the door closed behind them, she turned to him and thrust herself against him, wrapping her arms around him tightly and devouring his mouth. He lifted her, their mouths still locked together, tongues delving deep. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her backward. His denim-covered erection pressed against her, driving her wild. She wanted him inside her. Needed him inside her.

Her tongue stroked inside his hot mouth hungrily as he pushed through the kitchen doorway. She felt something hard and cold beneath her and realized he’d set her on the counter. She stroked down his chest and fumbled for the zipper of his jeans and dragged it down, stroking the bulge of his cock with her other hand, anxious to feel it in the flesh. She reached inside, rewarded with the feel of his marble-hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around the hot, hard flesh and pulled it out, then stroked. He groaned. His hand cupped her breast and her nipple pushed into his palm in desperate need. She leaned back against the cupboard behind her and pushed her pelvis forward.