"I wanna fuck." The mere words from her mouth exhausted me.
"Go masturbate." I responded. We’d already fucked twice that morning. My cock was worn out.
"I did. Twice. And now I wanna fuck again."
"I’ll make you a deal. Do everything I say, and I’ll make you cum. How’s that sound?" I knew she was horny. She was always horny lately. But when she wakes me up in the middle of a nap by rubbing her wet cunt on my hand, I knew she needed something different.
She smiled, and said, “Deal.”
"First, Pet. Go pour me a drink. Let me wake up a little." I nudged her from the bed. She stood and walked towards the table. Her hips swayed and mesmerized me. As she reached the bottom of the bed, I rolled over towards the partition, following her movements. I squinted and blinked to adjust to the light. Her silhouette alone was arousing. I sat up on my side, my elbow on the bed and perched my head in my hand for support.
She picked up the scotch from the table and poured me a glass, neat. “Don’t put the bottle down just yet.” I said as she handed me the glass. I shot the first one back and held the glass out to be refilled. She stood waiting for direction. Silently I nodded and she refilled it.
I pointed to the old wooden chair in the corner and suggested, “Pull up a chair.” She reached with the scotch to put it back on he table. “No… keep that close.”
Using her free hand she pulled the chair from the corner and sat. “No.. turn the chair around. I want your legs open. I want to stare at you. Like you’re in prison, with the wooden bars.”
"What’s the charge?" She grinned as she followed my direction.
"Assault. With a deadly weapon." I replied, without missing a beat. "Now. Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. I will not touch you. I want you to absorb every word. I want you to concentrate on every word. I want you to remain absolutely silent. I want you to react to only my voice.
You may not touch yourself. No grinding your hips. No wiggling your ass. No squeezing the muscles for relief. Your eyes will stay closed. I want you to vividly imagine every word. I want you to see every image that I put in your head. I want your full attention. Your focus will be only on my voice. I will be the only thing in your mind.
Now. Your arms. Over the back of the chair. Straight ahead. Remember to breath. Inhale. Exhale…
I can tell from here your pussy is already dripping. Dripping. Fucking soaked. You can feel it. Can’t you?
Now, imagine my hands. Starting on your neck. Taking you from behind. A hand on each shoulder. Each hand will squeeze. Holding you, like a possession. My possession. You will feel me bend, lowering my face to your neck. In the silence you will hear my breath as I exhale. You will hear the slight growl in my throat. You will feel my teeth as they graze your skin.”
I could tell she was enjoying this. Her chest was heaving with her breath. Her fingers twitching. The muscles in her legs tightened as she clenched and relaxed. Her eyes slightly opened momentarily and pressed shut.
“My hands will enclose around your neck. My fingers will leave evidence of their journey. Marks on your skin. Where I’ve been. The unblemished skin. Where I am still to go. Your head rolls in my hands as my grip tightens around your neck. As if you’re daring me.
From your neck, my hands venture down. Your breasts. I can tell that you’re a little cold. Your nipples protrude and tantalize. Both my thumbs and index fingers pinch. Twisting, pulling, tugging, squeezing.
Further down still, down your sides to your hips. Maybe you’ll remember earlier, when I gripped your hips firm. When I held you as I fucked you from behind.”
The emphasis I put on the word “fucked” made her stir. I could see her hand waver. Her shoulder twitch as if she wanted to reach and touch herself. My stare firmly on her moistening pussy. Her body betrayed by her mind, telling me she was feeling every word, as though my hands were physically on her.
“I will run my hands around your waist. I possess you. Holding you. In my hands, you are mine.”
And with those words a gasp. Her eyes opened, locked to me. Her mouth opened wider gasping for air. Her hands trembling. I rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. Took the bottle of scotch from her hand as she continued to watch me. I again refilled my glass and put the bottle down on the table. I found a scarf on the dresser and walked behind her. Draping it around her face and pulling taut. Her head lifted, accepting me. I tied the fabric around her head and leaned to her ear, “If you break the rules, I will punish you. Since you can’t seem to remember that I said your eyes must remain shut, I will shut them for you. Don’t test me again. Remember last week.”
Another gasp escaped her lips as I’m sure the memory from last week was still fresh in her mind. She bit her lip as she exhaled. I walked and lay back on the bed making sure she had heard me.
“My hands venture down your hips. To your thighs. Between them. Don’t you wish I would touch you. How instantly I could cause your swollen pussy to explode. Don’t you wish for just a little kiss, a little lick. Your pussy is red. The blood is flowing. Engorging it. Causing your nerves to dance. The slightest nudge, even a whisper of breath, I’m sure would cause you to gush.
How badly do you want to touch yourself, right now, Pet. How badly would you want me to touch you.”
Her arms were covered in goosebumps. There was a quiver that ran from her neck and shoulders down her torso and to her legs. Involuntary spasms. She grasped her hands in front of her, resisting any urge to move as she continued to perch on her chair.
“It’s too bad your eyes are covered, Pet. You should see how hard my cock is for you. How turned on your helplessness makes me. How your body is so vulnerable for my taking. How you’ve given yourself to me. How my every word is causing a frenzy in your cunt.”
I again sat on the edge of the bed, this time kneeling down mere inches from her. My face almost pressed to the back of the chair. I made sure to bump and jostle clumsily as I sat, so she knew I was there. I inhaled and exhaled deeply so she could feel just how close I was. Her breathing matched my own. Short, rapid and loud. When the air exhaled from my mouth hit her, she moaned, so slightly.
“You know. When I’m this close, I can almost taste you. I can smell you, indeed. Your fragrant musk. You smell like sex. I can definitely see you. How fucking wet you are. I can see your juices dripping from you. You’ve made a mess of that chair, and I’m sure the floor below. I’m tempted to touch you. So very tempted.
But I vowed, no. And I did tell you. Right here, right now, as if my fingers were buried in you. As if my mouth was sucking your sweet clit, as thought my cock was pounding you… You will cum for me, good girl. RIGHT NOW.”
My thanks to Nova Flux who provided this image, as inspiration for this story.