Perfect Reactions #2
“That’s actually what I was thinking about.” He chuckled when my eyes widened in excitement. “You didn’t figure out how to read my thoughts. It happens during sex. The link between binds gets even stronger.”
“Huh.” I tilted my head. I guess that makes sense. “So what exactly were you thinking? I couldn’t hear that much.”
“I’m trying to figure out what you can handle.”
“I can handle anything. Why wouldn’t I? I can take pain just fine.”
“It’s not pain. It’s more than that. But I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. Once again, he’s being a sweetie when I’d least expect it. “I’m not uncomfortable. You already made the whole disclaimer and everything, remember? I’m cool doing whatever you wanna do.”
“I doubt that. I’m into a lot of things. Like fire play. Even if you agreed, I wouldn’t do it because fire freaks you out.”
“I can handle it. But don’t set me on fire.”
“You really think I’d do that?” His eyes danced with amusement.
“Probably not? I hope not.” I propped up on my elbows, thoroughly intrigued.
“Okay. We’ll start small.” He got up and walked partway around the coffin, then shot me a warning look when I started to move.
I took it to heart and decided to stay still.
“Have you tried bondage before?” he asked from somewhere on the other side.
I turned over in excitement, wanting to see what he was getting as soon as possible.
He came back a second later and casually held up an armful of chains.
“Yes.” I sat up so fast it felt like I’d barely moved. “Yes, yes, yes!” I held out my wrists.
“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow when I kept nodding. He dumped them on the sheets near my feet.
I picked one up and tugged its ends, trying to see how strong it really was. I already knew they weren’t for him. I could’ve guessed that within the first minute of coming back in here.
“These are great. So much better than handcuffs.”
“I swear you’re the best thing I’ve ever owned.” He laughed as I shot him a dirty look.
“I am not a thing and you don’t own me.”
He sat and ran a hand along the pile of chains. “How do you want it?” He lifted one and looked me over, his eyes lingering between my thighs.
“I dunno. I’ve never done this before,” I admitted. “I guess however you want.”
He leaned forward and kissed me instead of replying.
I lifted a hand to his cheek and kissed back.
He reached around my back and unhooked my bra, pulling off the very last article of clothing between us without breaking the kiss.
He tossed it aside and pushed me on my back, deepening the kiss as he pulled my legs up on either side.
He took hold of my wrists and moved them up—it wasn’t until I heard the clang and felt cold metal that I realized he was tying them together.
He climbed off me and walked around the coffin, going to the other side.
“This feels weird,” I said, wiggling my fingers.
“But it looks fun.” He smirked down at me and I averted my eyes, suddenly feeling nervous.
He jerked the chains tighter and fastened them to a handle near the top of the coffin, making it virtually impossible to move my arms. He went to the other side and picked up more chains, then kneeled between my legs.
He chained my right leg to a handle on the far right side, then wrapped it around my ankle and calf a few times before securing the end.
He did the same with my left leg. Once he was finished, I peered down at myself as best I could.
“Are you done?” I asked quietly. I’d never been so exposed in my life, but I’d also never been so turned on. At this point, I was soaking wet.
“You wanna check them and make sure they’re okay?” He leaned against the lifted lid of the coffin.
I tried to move my arms but they wouldn’t budge. I tried harder the second time, but I couldn’t even bend an elbow. I tried my legs and they were exactly the same. “I can’t move at all,” I said. Not even an inch.
“Are you sure?” He watched as I continued to struggle. “Keep trying.”
“There’s no way I can get out of this.” My boobs were jiggling with the effort, but not much else could move.
“Perfect.” He pushed away from the coffin and tightened one of the chains. “This is still consensual, right?”
“Yes, it’s consensual. You’ll still back off if it’s too much, right?”
“Of course.” His voice held no trace of doubt, nor did it sound playfully deceitful like it normally would.
He walked around the coffin while his eyes assessed me, like he was trying to determine my endurance or just how far he should go.
It was the same creepy way he always watched me, but under these circumstances, it had an all new meaning.
He smiled as I tested the chains again, exerting all my strength in an attempt to break free.
I didn’t go anywhere. It was like I hadn’t even tried.
“You’re still sure this is what you want?” he asked softly.
“I’m sure.” I watched as he rolled on a condom, then came to sit beside me.
His eyes lingered on my exposed chest, then slowly moved down my body.
“You know those reactions I love?” he asked, finally raising his eyes to mine.
I nodded as his hand trailed down my stomach.
“I wanna see how many I can get.” He slipped a finger between my thighs, smiling at my reaction to the touch.
“This isn’t about pain, is it?”
He laughed and shook his head. “It’s all about seeing you do this.” He rubbed my clit, moving his fingers in steady circles for a few seconds until I started to squirm. “Except you only get to,” he slowed down, then stopped, “when I want you to.”
I bit my lip, holding back a sigh. His fingers were tracing up and down, playing with my wetness. Teasing so much that the itch was actually becoming painful.
“Dennis…”
“Vixen…” he mocked, swirling a finger around my clit. He flicked my ring and I whimpered. “Are you having fun?”
“No.”
“Well I am.” He pushed two fingers inside.
My back arched as they curved and twisted, moving against what I could only imagine was my g-spot because being fingered had never felt so good.
They moved rhythmically, his thumb rubbing the barbell on my piercing at the same time.
I closed my eyes—I could hear the sounds of my wetness, my labored breathing, my rising moans.
My legs quivered and I was just starting to get close when he stopped.
“Dennis!”
“Yes?” He pulled his fingers out and licked them, smirking as his eyes fell on me.
“I did not agree to this,” I said angrily. “I’m not a button you can turn on and off!”
“This is what you agreed to, isn’t it?” he asked, running a finger through my juices, up my stomach, past my chest. He pushed two fingers in my mouth. “You like the taste of your pussy?” he asked. I ‘mmph’ed and nodded. “Me too.” He pulled them out and smacked my cheek.
He started massaging my chest, pinching a nipple as I bit my lip to keep quiet.
He got on top of me and lowered his mouth to replace the fingers, sucking one nipple while a hand massaged the other.
I squirmed against him while the other hand moved down, resting against my pussy.
He ran his fingers up and down, in and out, fingering me while his tongue circled my nipple.
I was getting close again, so so close, when he pulled away and everything stopped.
He sat up and moved, leaving everything bare and empty.
I groaned, trying so hard to keep my composure when all I wanted to do was scream and thrash from what he kept giving me, then taking away. I was fully at his mercy.
“You seem frustrated.”
“I didn’t know you were gonna tease me to death,” I said.
“This is what I do, sweetheart. Do you want it, or do you not?” He ran a hand up and over my ring. I closed my eyes and nodded. I wanted it. I needed it. “I thought so.”
He leaned down and kissed me. I wasted no time deepening the kiss, and he wasted no time pushing his hard cock inside me.
I tried to grab his hair but a chain pulled back, reminding me that I couldn’t do a damn thing but kiss.
I settled for that, letting my tongue dance with his while he fucked me.
I moaned loudly as my pussy tightened around him.
My back arched as he kissed down my neck, trailed to my chest, took a nipple in his mouth and began to nibble and bite.
All too soon it became too much. I let out another quiet whimper, only this time it was from overstimulation.
He looked up in concern and stopped, immediately able to tell the difference.
“Too much? I’ll stop. We can take the chains down—”
“No,” I shook my head, “just gimme a second.”
“You’re not used to this.”
“I wish I was,” I muttered. He placed his hands on my waist and sat up, pulling out completely. “Wait! I’m good, don’t stop.”
“Relax, Vixen.” He smiled and got up. “I’m just making an adjustment.”
“Kay. I’m trusting you. You better not kill me.”
“Would I ever?” His eyes lifted to me as he bent to undo one of the chains.
“No,” I said confidently. “What’re you doing?”
“This.” He dropped the chains that had been tied to my right leg, then came back to finish what we’d started, only this time he pushed my leg up beside my head.
“Oh,” I gasped as he thrust inside, this time from a new angle of penetration.
We picked up right where we’d left off. I deepened the kiss the second he brought his lips back to mine.
Slowly, an orgasm began to build. He didn’t stop or slow down this time.
He kept going. Harder, faster, his strokes matching my loud moans and heavy breathing.
I barely noticed when he broke the kiss.
It seemed only seconds passed before I was grabbing at air, trying to wrench my arms free to grab him or the sheets or something, anything, but I was stuck as ever. I was pulling against restraints that were pulling right back. My back arched, toes curled, pussy squeezed around him.
Our eyes met and that did it—I writhed against the chains and sheets as I came.
“That’s a good girl.” He kept going, fucking me through my squirms and moans, through my near-screams of ecstasy as the first orgasm finished and led into a second one. “I love the way you take my dick.”
I groaned as his thrusts went deeper, bottoming out until he came.
The feeling of it pushed me into another orgasm—my very first screaming one—that seemed to last forever.
It eventually dwindled and I opened my eyes to a spinning room.
I lay still, waiting for everything to come back into focus.
Dennis pulled out and let my leg down, chuckling when it flopped beside him.
“I’ve never,” I started breathlessly, “ever come so hard in my life. It’s like you took my soul, Dennis. My soul, it’s like my soul left my body.” I gave up on words. They were becoming gibberish. My limbs and words were both broken.
“Good.” He smiled and stood. “That’s what I like to hear.” He walked away and I watched him go, wondering if he was leaving, but then I realized he was just tossing the condom and didn’t worry about it. He came back before saying, “I’m not gonna leave you here. You should know that.”
He took hold of my wrists, slowly undoing the many knots around them. I listened to the clanging of chains until they dropped.
“I never thought that would be so fun.” I sat up and gingerly rubbed my wrists.
“Wait until we bring out the gags.” He kneeled between my legs and set to work.
“The what?” I had never been gagged before. Tying people up was one thing, but gagging seemed a step closer to sadistic.
“That’s exactly why I like it.” He laughed at my expression as the last chain fell. “You’re all free,” he said, nudging my legs together.
“I’m gonna shower and eat a snack.” I swung them over the side and stood, stretching while my eyes scanned the room for my clothes. I spotted my shorts near a wall and went to those first.
“How did this happen?”
“How’d what happen?”
“You’re the best sex I’ve ever had and you don’t even wanna cuddle after,” Dennis said, stepping into boxers while I zipped my shorts.
“Ew, no.” I scrunched my nose at the thought. “We’re not doing that. I have rules against cuddling and sweet kissing, too.” I found my bra near the coffin and was putting it on when I noticed his back. “Did I do that?” I touched a long line of bloody scratches.
“Yeah. While I was eating your pussy. I loved every second of it.”
“I’m surprised I didn’t pass out.” I was only somewhat joking. “Your skill level is insane.”
“I could say the same for you.” He watched as I tugged my shirt over my head. When I was finished, he was still looking at me.
“What?”
“How the hell did I get such a perfect bind?”
“Told you I’m worth the wait.” I put a hand on his chest and kissed him before walking away. “See you in a little while.” I smiled over my shoulder and left the room.