24. Matt
24
MATT
I can’t take this anymore. My poor dick will fall off from the amount of friction he’s been getting. Unfortunately, all of it curtesy of my right hand.
On Wednesday, she acts professional the entire day until our afternoon meeting for the budget team. Danielle drones on about the funds we have as my phone vibrates inside my pocket.
Taking it out beneath the desk, I quickly check who is it.
Natalie:
I’m so soaked right now. I’d kill to have you inside of me.
I contain a low groan, just barely. She’s all business, acting totally unbothered, while my fake cough earns me more than a couple weird looks.
On Thursday, she calls me in for a meeting in the conference room. It’s just the two of us, and I do my best to focus on what she’s saying, instead of the way she looks in the loose, but short, dress she has on.
“...so, I’m hoping we can get a tax break because of it...” She uncrosses and recrosses her legs, imperceptibly showing me she isn’t wearing any panties. My eyes zone in on her glistening pussy, and she trails off, the left side of her mouth turning up into a smirk.
“Thank you, Matt, for your input,” she says, though I haven’t said a word the whole meeting and leaves the conference room.
By Friday, I’m almost afraid to step into the office, but she does nothing.
At least until we run into each other in the break room. No one else is there and she walks by me, sliding her warm hand over my pants. I suck in a breath when she gets to my dick giving it a sharp tug. My dick is a Pavlov’s dog, conditioned to literally salivate at the sight of her.
My response is instant, I grab her wrist and remove her hand from my shaft.
“Careful. I’m a hair away from losing my mind.”
“That’s the goal, Mattie boy.” She gives me a wink.
I shake my head.
“Your place after work tonight. I’ll follow you there,” I say, not giving her a chance to respond. Her eyes widen, but not in shock. They turn dark, showing her excitement.
Thank God we can leave earlier on Friday because my focus is shit.
At 4:30 I text her: “Five minutes,” expecting her to argue. She doesn’t make anything easy, but this time, she’s waiting by her car in exactly five minutes. I smirk, guessing she couldn’t wait any longer, either.
“I was wondering how long it’ll take you,” she says, dropping her keys as we enter her apartment.
“I’m a patient man, Natalie. But even I have my limits. When someone crosses them, there’s no telling what’ll happen.” She chuckles, but her teeth bite into her lip when she notices the serious expression on my face.
“Will I be punished?” Her voice is suddenly breathy.
“Yup.”
“As long as it involves orgasms, I’m fine.”
This time, I’m the one to chuckle. “Oh, there’ll be orgasms.”
While researching breath play, I’ve learned a whole lot more. I strut into her room while she follows behind. Having this stubborn woman follow me without complaint is a powerful feeling.
“Safe word?” I ask her, taking her chin in my hand.
“Wh . . . what?” Her chuckle is more nervous now.
“What’s your safe word?” I repeat.
“Relationship.” I huff out a laugh. Of course.
“Get naked.” I sit on the suede chair in the corner of her room, feigning ambivalence. In reality, I’m anything but. But punishing her is the priority.
She eyes me for a second and, after determining I mean business, starts undressing. Her skirt is the first to go, followed by a white button down. There’s no music, no rhythm, but it’s a striptease if I ever saw one.
Her nipples poke through the see through bralette. My pulse picks up pace as my dick pulses in the same rhythm.
“Go on,” I encourage her as she slows down. Unclasping the bra clasp on her back, she drops her bra, releasing those perfect tits. My mouth salivates as I stifle a groan. Bending down, she drops her panties, too. A small triangle on her mound acts as direction of where my cock wishes it was heading. Not today.
“You were a dirty, little brat this week.” Her chest heaves while she listens with rapt attention. “On Monday, you gave me your panties.” I stare directly into her eyes. “They were soaked and smelled like your pretty pussy, so I used them to jerk off more times than I could count.” She lets out a whimper.
“But on Tuesday, you used a prop I didn’t see very well.” Her gaze snaps to the nightstand unintentionally, so I get up and go to it. “Is it here?” She gulps before nodding.
In the drawer lay three bright pink toys. One of them, a large rabbit vibrator, I recognize as the culprit from Tuesday, so I take it out.
“Lie down,” I command, and she listens warily.
Turning it on, I swipe the vibrator over her pink nipples, eliciting a low moan. Gliding it further down, I spread her arousal all over her clit and pussy. She moans again.
“This is a good punishment.” She giggles.
Pushing the vibrator deep inside of her, I say: “This is the only thing going inside of you today.” Another moan, before realization hits her. “Also, I’m going to need you to count your orgasms.” Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t protest.
Turning the setting up, I pump the toy inside of her. The long shaft of the vibrator fucks her wet pussy while the clitoral stimulator sets fire to her clit. My pants are bursting at the seams, my dick wanting to start a fight with me. But I don’t care.
There is a need growing inside of me. A need bigger than release. It’s a need to give her what she’s been asking for the whole week. To release the animal inside that she wants to play with.
“You wanted to tease me with this?” I make my point by pushing the toy deeper. “Instead, you’ll get teased by it.” I turn the setting up once again.
In a minute, she’s riding the toy, pushing it further in. Her nipples are hard as a rock, and her dripping wet pussy begs for release, writhing on the bed.
Finally, she grabs her nipples with her hand, rolling them between her fingers and comes all over the toy. Liquid coats the toy, making a mess of her sheets. It takes effort to keep myself from lapping it all up with my tongue. Not today.
“Count,” I demand.
“One,” she says with a blessed smile. My smile is devious in response. She has another thing coming.
“You got a free pass the first time. It’s done now.” She squishes her eyebrows.
Taking her wrists in my hand, I push her hands up above her head. Her tits look even better this way, so I fight the need to bite into them. I start untying the tie from around my neck. Thank God, I wore it today. The tie wraps gently around her wrists, and I secure them to the headboard, glad for the metal framing. Her breathing is heavy, her lips parted. It would take so little to slip my cock inside of those pretty lips. But I can’t get distracted, so I turn on the toy again.
“Fuck,” she moans as I turn it up to the highest setting right away. Moaning and writhing, her back arches off the bed. It’s a power like I’ve never felt before. A power I’m not sure I’ll be able to let go. Her orgasm slams into her as she visibly shakes. That perfect pussy grips the toy, and my cock drips with need.
“I haven’t heard you,” I whisper, giving her a second of rest without the toy.
“Two.” Her voice is shaky.
The toy slips back into her wet heat, set to the highest setting. This time, it’s enough for her to cry out.
“Shit, it’s too much. Fuck. Fuck.” Her words turn incoherent with her cries.
“Is that the safe word?” I check.
“N-No.” She shakes her head, and I smile. She’s fucking perfect.
“Is this pretty pussy sensitive? Would she like some rest?”
“Y-yes.” She breathes out.
“Well, maybe she shouldn’t have been such a fucking brat.” I shrug.
Her moans get louder, her body now slick with sweat. She’s a vision.
After the third orgasm, she remembers to count on her own.
“Three,” she whispers. But I’m not done.
Turning the toy back on, her moans turn pleading.
“P-please, no more.” A cry. “I can’t take it.”
“I do love hearing you beg, but it’s not the safe word.” She doesn’t say another word.
The way her pleasure is mixed with obvious pain is a feeling I never thought I’d like. But here I am, continuing to torture her with pleasure.
When I sense she’s climbing her way up to the top again, I use my other hand to release my cock. I dripped so much precum, I stroke it with ease. So pent up from this whole experience, so desperate for the friction, I know my dick is a few strokes away from coming.
Exactly six strokes after, as she starts to clench around the toy on her fourth orgasm, my own hits me with a loud groan. Ropes of seed burst out of my cock, all over her gorgeous tits. My vision blurs as oxygen is hard to come by, so it takes me a minute to gather my breath.
As my vision finally clears, I notice her breathing is still labored. In front of me, there is an awe-inspiring sight. She lies there, painted in sweat and cum, her pussy swollen, but the thing that gets me most is her eyes. Her deep brown eyes look at me in a way they never had before.
They almost look...vulnerable. Like the mask she always wears finally fell off.
“Are you OK?” Maybe I’ve taken things too far.
“Four,” she responds, and my laughter fills the room.
“Good girl,” I tease, but I can see she likes it.
“Are you going to untie me?”
“Nope. I have to feed you first, and I won’t have you kicking me out before you eat.”
I get up, noticing her confused stare as she tries to release her restraints.
“Hey,” she yells after me, but I ignore it.
When I parked the car, I ordered food with the instructions to leave it outside of the door. Opening her door, I’m relieved to find it right there. I grab a couple forks from the kitchen since I usually opt out of one-use utensils.
Returning to the room, her eyes widen in surprise.
“Hope you don’t have a ‘don’t eat in the bed’ rule because I’m not untying you yet.” I lay out everything on the table.
“Pasta? Really? Isn’t that a bit presumptuous?” She deadpans, causing me to chuckle.
“I thought it was a safe bet.” I shrug. “Alfredo or Carbonara?”
“Carbonara, please. But, how to you expect me to eat?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I untie her restrains, just to retie them after she gets into a seating position. Some resistance from her was honestly expected, but she follows my lead, too tired to argue. I open both containers in case she changes her mind.
Grabbing a forkful of the Carbonara, I bring it to her lips. She moans around the fork, the sound shooting straight to my cock, even though the remnants of my last orgasm hadn’t dried out.
“Good?”
“Perfect,” she responds with a blissful smile.
I continue feeding her, grabbing a few bites in between hers.
“I’m done. I can’t eat anymore.” She groans. Some sauce sticks on her top lip, so I use my thumb to clean it off. Her lips are soft under my touch, and her eyes close for a second. Not able to resist, I use the moment to press a feather-light kiss on her lips. A shiver runs through her, and I know she’s just as affected as I am.
Putting the containers on the bedside table, I untie her, pulling her up to her feet. I lead her to the bathroom, turning the faucet on, and stepping us both into the shower. The warm water sprays all over her body, and her eyes close with satisfaction.
I take the rose scented body wash from the little shelf and start lathering her up.
“Too bad. I kind of like the sight,” I say, washing away my cum from her tits and belly.
“Perv.”
“Hey, I wasn’t a perv until I met you,” I respond, laughing. It’s true, none of these things ever crossed my mind before but now, I could fill a book with dirty things I want to do to her.
She’s putty in my hands while I take my time washing her. I shampoo her hair, massaging her scalp in the process, her moans a sign how much she enjoys it. When I’m done, I quickly wash myself off and wrap her in the biggest towel she has. Using a smaller towel, I dry off her hair gently, not wanting to mess up the probably meticulous process she has for her curls. Finally, I dry myself off and get dressed while she pulls on an oversized T-shirt.
I grab the food containers and put them in the fridge. She leans on the kitchen island, so I approach her, laying a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss deepens when she opens for me. Our tongues move in a slow, exploring rhythm, so unlike the frantic kisses we’ve shared so far. When she pulls away, I drag my thumb over her plump lip.
“I’m going to go. See you on Monday.” Giving her a soft smile, I let myself out of her apartment. She stares at me, dumbfounded. I would like nothing more than to stay, spoon her throughout the night, and I believe she’d let me right now, but that would be abusing her current state. And it’s not something I plan to do. Her boundaries are valid even when she’s orgasmed out.