CHAPTER FIFTEEN #2
I pressed my thumb on her clit and made firm but gentle circles over it.
“Look at this mess. It’s going to take a very long time to clean this up.
” With my fingers still inside her, still inflicting that pressure against her g-spot, I licked wet swaths over her vulva before pushing my tongue between her labia.
I licked along one frilled edge, then the other, starting at the bottom and making my way barely to her clit.
She didn’t moan with her next climax. She sobbed softly.
“Twenty,” I murmured against her. “You’re not even trying to fight it. It’s almost like you want me to punish you.”
She shook her head vehemently on the pillow.
I pulled my fingers free and lifted them to my mouth, sucking the mingled essence of my friend and my girlfriend from them. “Fuck, that’s good. Maybe I should let other men come in you more often. Do you want that?”
She mumbled, “No, my dragon,” though I could barely make out the words.
Still toying my thumb over her clit, I replaced my fingers with my tongue, pushing it as deep as I could, fucking her with it the way I wanted to pound her with my cock.
The creamy mix of her fluid and Paulie’s cum coated my mouth; I would kiss her so deep when I was done that she would never forget that taste.
I’d originally planned this as a fun game, but it was quickly shaping up to be one of the most intense sexual experiences of probably both of our lives.
And that was saying something, considering the twenty-person gangbang we’d participated in.
This was more intimate. Just the two of us, me driving her hunger to a frenzy, her driving me to new heights of pleasure-based cruelty. We were fucking made for each other.
She screamed, “No! No!” through the panty gag, but notably, not “Mercy.” And I truly thought she’d be able to stave off this one last orgasm.
The way she fought it impressed me. I glanced up at her, saw her eyes focused on the ceiling in intense concentration, brow furrowed and dotted with the sweat of exertion.
I would have to put a mirror over the bed, so that next time she wouldn’t have the visual escape.
My thumb picked up pace and I groaned a low, appreciative, “Mmm,” as I raised my head. “So, that’s what my slutty little princess tastes like with another man’s cum filling her.”
I was pretty sure the expletive she screamed as she convulsed her way toward an earned thirty denied orgasms was, “Asshole!”
“Oh, is that where you want this cock?” I asked, blinking in confusion. “I would have thought you wanted this tight little pussy filled, but I’m fine either way.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’ll go get the plug.”
I crawled over her body to the nightstand. There were some toys we used often enough that I kept them handy, and the bejeweled plug I’d commissioned for her was one of those. I grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked it over the pointed steel bulb and ordered, “Pull your knees up.”
She loved that position specifically because she hated it.
She found it humiliating, dirty, and embarrassing, so it was perfect for a punishment.
My only regret was that she couldn’t hold them up with her hands attached to the spreader bar, but I helped her with a forearm across the backs of her thighs as she brought her knees to her chest, fully exposing herself to me.
I drizzled some lube directly onto her hole, but frankly, enough spit and cum and pussy juice had pooled beneath her that I probably could have put the plug into her without the aid of anything.
She was so wet; her cunt made a sound as it clutched and trembled at the first touch of the cold steel on her ass.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” I informed her, right before ramming the toy past the resistance of her hole. She yelped in pain, and though I didn’t consider myself a true sadist, the way her pussy grasped as the plug filled her ass ratcheted my desire even tighter in my groin.
“There. By the time you’re finished being denied, you’ll be.
.. well, not entirely ready for this cock, but better off than you would have been if I’d decided to fuck your ass right now.
” I gave the plug a twist. “I could, you know. Fuck you without any preparation. Hold you down and take you while you cried and begged me to stop.”
She nodded frantically.
“Nice try. You think you can get out of your punishment that way?” I slapped her ass, signaling she should put her legs down so I could leverage myself over her body.
This time, it was much harder to stop myself from plunging my dick deep into her pussy.
Removing the panties from her mouth, I brushed her lips with mine, saying, “When I kiss you, you’re going to taste another man on my mouth. ”
She opened wide for me, and I kissed her hard, not surprised by the way her greedy tongue invaded my mouth as if seeking out exactly what I’d promised. When I was so breathless that I knew she must be on the verge of passing out from oxygen deprivation, I tore away.
“Thirty,” I reminded her, and I booped her nose with my finger because I knew the condescension of the gesture would piss her off immeasurably. “Let’s get started.”
I moved down her body, to her sensitive nipples. She could get off from having them teased and played with. Because I couldn’t help myself anymore, because I had to feel the relief of her hot cunt gripping me, I ran my tongue over one rosy peak and sank my cock into her.
She moaned and her hands clenched to fists above her restraints, but I didn’t feel the tell-tale ripples around me. She tried for movement, though, squeezing down hard on me and shifting her hips.
“Don’t you dare move.” Or I’ll come right now and embarrass myself. “Don’t you dare move or I’ll add another five to your punishment for anything so much as a twitch.”
“Yes, my dragon!” she gasped out, her body going limp beneath me.
“You’re lucky I’m even giving you my cock right now,” I scolded her, flexing inside. “You don’t deserve it.”
“Thank you, my dragon!”
I returned my attention to her nipples, bracing myself on one hand so my other was free to tease one tight, beaded little peak while my mouth worked over the other.
She panted, wanted to squirm, I could tell, but she followed my instructions closely.
Even her inner muscles held perfectly still.
But inevitably, I felt those warning flutters.
I lifted my mouth and made the split-second decision not to pull out; doing so, I worried, would accidentally tumble her over the edge.
“Count them for me, would you?” I asked. “You were very close. Was that one?”
“One, my dragon,” she confirmed, licking her lips.
“Tell me when we can continue.”
She took slow, deep breaths.
“And don’t try to trick me. If you come without permission, I’ll add more to your punishment.”
“No, please!” she begged.
Begging. Far too early in the process.
When she nodded that we could continue, I pulled out slowly and reached into the nightstand again, this time withdrawing the wand vibrator.
It would be much more efficient in terms of quantity, though slowly licking and sucking her nearly to orgasm every time would have been lovely, if she hadn’t racked up such a huge tally.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I explained, climbing between her legs again and rubbing the head of my cock around her entrance.
“I’m going to stay inside you for five edges.
Then, we’ll do five without my cock in you.
And we’ll repeat that for as long as it takes to get through your punishment.
But I’m only human, princess, and your cunt feels so fucking good, I’ll eventually end up fucking you.
Filling you up. But you’ll have to resist.”
“Yes, my dragon,” she whimpered as I pressed the wide head of the vibrator against her clit. I left it on the low, persistent throb she responded to so well.
It took a disappointingly short amount of time for her to reach five denied orgasms, though I’m sure it seemed like a century to her.
Cursing the rules I’d set for my own game, I withdrew and sat back.
I’d unwittingly created my own torture; by the time she reached ten denied orgasms, I was almost as sweaty and frantic as she was.
Sliding back into her was like gulping down ice water after hours in the sun, and once again, the five edges were over too quickly.
And I couldn’t stop myself. I tossed the vibrator aside, braced my hands on either side of her upraised arms, and let myself go, pounding into her with a guttural roar as my climax approached.
“No, please! You’re going to make me come if you don’t—”
Fuck. I buried my entire length in her, heard her cry of ecstatic defeat as she shuddered beneath me, and that was it. It was all over. I emptied myself into her while she sobbed, fully cognizant of the fact that a third of what she had endured already had been fully invalidated.
I grinned cruelly down at her. “Oh no. You know what that means.”
“No!”
“You could beg for mercy.” I almost wanted her to, though I knew she was stubborn enough to see this through in its entirety.
“Mercy!”
I had misjudged her. I pulled out immediately and rose up to unfasten her hands while she burst into full-on tears.
“Hey, hey,” I whispered, lowering her arms slowly. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need… I need…” Her shoulders shook. “I need a break.”
“Of course. Always. Any time.” I kissed her forehead and almost pulled her to me before I remembered to check. “Is it okay for me to touch you?”
She nodded and sniffled. “Will you snuggle me?”
“Any time,” I reiterated, and wrapped my arms around her.
“It wasn’t bad,” she said, shivering. I hooked the foot of my good leg under the throw blanket at the bottom of the bed and kicked it up so I could cover her. “It wasn’t that I didn’t like it—”
“You don’t have to explain.” I tucked the throw around her shoulders. “Unless you want to.”
“It was… a lot. Today, with the denial and the thing with the driver…” Her brow furrowed. “Who was he?”
“A fuck buddy. He owns a restaurant in midtown.”
“Have we ever been there?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No. We’ll go sometime.”
She made a soft noise of affirmation and leaned her head on my chest. I stroked her hair down her back and almost thought she’d fallen asleep when she said, “I forgot about the plug.”
“Do you want help with that?”
“Not yet. I don’t want to be touched below the waist for a while.” She laughed hoarsely. “This was amazing, though. I’m sorry I ruined it with crying.”
I cupped the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair, and she leaned into my hand with a sigh. “You didn’t ruin anything. You didn’t want to keep going. I never want you to feel like you can’t say no to me, Charlotte.”
I damn sure would never be able to say no to her.