Understanding now what he wanted, I extended my tongue and lapped along the length of his hard dick, licking him slowly and sensuously. His groan of pleasure let me know I was doing it right, and knowing that I had pleased him sent a ripple of delight in my pussy.
"Touch yourself," Ethan suddenly commanded, startling me. "Touch yourself with your fingers while you lick my cock."
I did as I'd been told and began to delicate massage my clitoris while I lapped over the head of his throbbing cock. The effect was far more arousing than I would have thought, and soon I was panting with pleasure.
"Good girl, now suck on my cock and stick your fingers inside your cunt. I want to see you fuck yourself while you fuck me with your mouth."
Obeying was incredibly arousing. I sucked his cock harder as my own fingers slid in and out of my hot, wet tunnel, making me writhe on the bed with pleasure. He would command me to move faster or slower. If I responded too slowly, I would feel the punishing flick of the reed whipping against my body, if I obeyed quickly, then I would be reward with the caress of his hand on my cheek and the coveted words, "Good girl."
"Now, stop and fetch me the rope I have in my top dresser drawer," Ethan ordered abruptly.
I hated to stop sucking him, but reluctantly I obeyed and got up from the bed to retrieve the rope. When I handed it to him, he ordered me to kneel on the bed and grip the headboard, where he used the rope to bind my wrists to the wooden rails of the beautifully carved, oak bed.
Then, he produced a vibrator from dresser. He took a length of rope and tied it around my waist and under my thighs. Then, with a series of intricate knots, he secured the vibrator to rest against my pussy.
"Don't come until I tell you to," Ethan commanded, and he turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting. The toy hummed to life, making me gasp with pleasure. It felt wonderfully good, but I knew I could resist coming.
Then, he plucked two ice cubes from the glass I had brought earlier and applied them to my nipples. The burning cold increased my arousal, and I began to pant loudly.
"Don't come yet," he warned as he saw my arousal mounting. I gripped the headboard with sweaty palms, trying to resist, but it was getting harder. Ragged gasps escaped my throat as I struggled in my bonds, wanting to rip away the vibrator before it brought me orgasm, but I was helpless to move.
Ethan set down the ice and began to toy with my nipples, pinching and pulling them in just the ways he knew I liked best.
"I'm going to come," I cried out, but he didn't stop the stimulation. Instead, he turned up the setting on the vibrator, making it even harder for me to resist and gripped my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks erotically.
He knelt behind me, and I could feel his rock-hard dick poised right against my pussy, which was now pulsing with pleasure and dripping wet with the juices of my arousal.
"Don't come until I fuck you," Ethan insisted. I bit my lip, trying to obey.
"Yes, master," I said, and mercifully, he turned off the vibrator.
Pulling away the ropes that had bound the toy to my crotch, he caressed my naked body and said, "Good girl. You've learned to obey me well. Let's see if you can keep it up."
I was still kneeling on the bed with my wrists tied to the headboard, and he was now kneeling behind me, rubbing his strong hands all over my flesh. Suddenly, he plunged his dick into my ready pussy from behind, entering me with one, powerful thrust.
I moved my hips back to meet him, and he gave my nipples a painful punishing pinch that made me cry out in pain.
"Did I give you permission to move like that, naughty girl?" he growled.
"Sorry, master," I whimpered and kept myself still while he fucked me slowly and deeply from behind. His left hand wrapped around my waist to massage my clitoris, while his right hand gripped my tits and fondled my nipples. The stimulation felt incredible and was swiftly driving me towards orgasm.
"I'm going to come," I moaned, and he slapped me on the ass, hard, making me gasp aloud in pain.
"Not until I say you can." His voice was a menacing growl.
Not being permitted to orgasm made the pleasure he was giving me all the more intense as every nerve cell in my body vibrated from it. It made me want to explode with pleasure. I never knew sex could be so intense and I wanted it to last forever, even as I prayed that it would finally come to an end and he would let me orgasm.
I could feel the climax building uncontrollably inside me and knew I wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer.
"Please, master," I begged. "Please let me come."
"Not yet." Ethan pulled out of me and stepped away from the bed, making me whimper with disappointment.
I called after him, "Please let me come, master. Please."
He came back to the bed with a knife, and even though I knew he would never hurt me, the mere sight of it made my heart race. He used the sharp blade to cut the ropes off my wrist, releasing me from the bonds that kept me trapped to the bed, but I kept gripping the headboard and did not move from my position of kneeling on the bed.
"Good girl. You didn't move without my permission," Ethan praised. "Now, if you can pass one final test, you can have your reward."