Chapter 36 Restraint #3
Gently, she presses her hands into my stomach and massages up to my chest. “I want to know every inch of this body, starting with these tattoos.” True to her word, soft fingers travel over each piece, and I sink into her whisper-light touch.
I’m quiet while she explores, but occasionally she’ll ask me what each one means. When she asks about the head of a cat sporting a mohawk, I explain that it's Razzle Dazzle—our family pet, who by some miracle is still alive—and what she’s looking at is Agony Nectar’s band logo.
She laughs at the tattoo on my ribs of Animal from The Muppets, banging on his drums. She tells me it’s fitting and I preen.
My whole body—from head to toes—is touched, tested, and gripped.
The little patch of hair on my big toe is tugged, and I’m filled with pleasant confusion.
Far be it from me to stop her, though—she looks to be having the time of her life.
When she begins paying special attention to my groin area, my dick twitches. If she notices, she doesn’t care. She’s laying between my long legs—playing with my sac before using both index fingers to open my slit? Then she licks my frenulum and I exhale a sharp breath. Yes! We’re doing this!
“Flip over,” she calmly instructs.
A complaint bounces at the end of my tongue like a diver, but I hold it back and obey.
All over again she inspects the other half of my body, no more hurried.
She pops a blackhead on my back and plucks a random hair from my shoulder.
She asked me earlier if I was interested in spanking and pain, and I said I didn’t know but I’d be interested in trying.
That pleased her. Surely she was talking about more pain than plucking a hair, right?
She takes even longer to inspect this side of my body and when I’m certain she has to be done, she commands me again. “Put your ass in the air.”
Uhhhhh…
“Do I need to remind you who’s in charge, Mr. Johanssen?”
I throw my ass up. “No, Professor Wilde!”
Two hands rub in large circles, and then she’s dragging a fingertip against my asshole. Oh God.
“You didn’t think I’d forget about this, did you?” she croons, and applies more pressure. “You didn’t honestly think I’d neglect this pretty little hole. Tell me no one has ever touched you here.”
“No,” I huff, and it’s the truth. I told her I was open to the idea because she blew my fucking brains out with that blowie-taint job the other day, so I figured trying this might show me uncharted sexual pleasure, too.
Real, true fear boils inside me at each pass of her finger over my back entrance.
But then there’s hot, slick pressure sliding between my cheeks and my balls climb into my body.
“Holy mother of God,” I bellow, and it’s quite possibly the lowest my voice can go.
She hums around my rim and I shudder. This is officially the most out-there sexual thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m scared, thrilled, and confused all at once—and I have the haunting realization that this may only be the tip of the iceberg for Renée.
Smack!
I yelp as a razor-sharp stinging sensation seeps into my ass cheek.
“Very good, Mr. Johanssen. Very good! I’m going to give you some extra credit for keeping it clean back there, too. Now flip over and spread your legs.”
I turn over and stammer. “Uhh, okay.”
I’m so in shock from that spanking I don’t register her movements until she’s binding my ankles together in restraints. “What’s your safe word, Jonah?”
“Clover?”
Another leather restraint is wrapped around my legs like a belt. “Do you wanna use it?” she asks.
“No, Professor.”
“Good.” She ties me up with two more around my chest and stomach, each one pressing my arms into my sides. Then she kisses me several times like you might kiss a cute animal. “You did so good keeping your hands to yourself.”
“So why am I being restrained?" I ask, and flex my fingers.
She toys with the last one and shoots me a playful grin. “I told myself I would only restrain you if you got handsy, but I changed my mind.” She watches me in fascination, clearly proud of her work and I swell with pride. “Now I’m going to ride you—”
I clench my teeth. “Yes!”
“And you’re going to last, Mr. Johanssen.” I swallow her humiliating words, and by some sexy Domme magic, a silicone cock ring materializes and she slides it snugly down my half-hard shaft. “This is to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself again.”
“Ohhh, oh thank you. I won’t, Professor. I promise.”
“Have you ever used a cockring?”
I shake my head in reply.
“It’s thought to make you last longer, but in reality, it’s going to make you more sensitive.”
Great...
She continues.2 “It’s supposed to trap your blood in your cock so it’ll stay harder, longer, so I can keep using you after you come.” Her sinful gaze hoods. “But you’re not going to come until I tell you.”
So she’s making me more sensitive and expects me not to blow too soon? Fuck me, I’m in the best kind of trouble.
The restraints are double-checked and all I can do is wait in suspense.
Renée pulls a wand from her bag and stands at the foot of the bed.
She pushes her tortoise shell glasses up and it’s probably on purpose because I told her exactly how feral they make me.
I curse under my breath because all I want is to whimper, “Please Mommy,” but I’m way too scared to say that out loud.
She gnaws on her lower lip and admires me.
“You look perfect, Mr. Johanssen. You’re absolutely perfect.
” My blood runs hot when she slips off her sheer black panties and crawls over my legs, her leather backside shaped like a heart behind her.
“You’re getting all high marks so far,” she says, her voice seductive and a little throaty.
She crawls up the rest of my body until she perches on my chest. “Get me ready for your cock.”
“Yes, Professor.”
Then she leans forward just enough for me to eagerly lick and prepare her. She’s not using her full weight, but I suppose with restraints I wouldn’t be able to tap out in the event I did stop breathing.
Aww, she cares about me.
I feast on her plush pussy, inhaling her decadence and making her as wet as possible. But she pulls away sooner than I’d like, taps my nose, and shimmies down my body. “Don’t be greedy. Do you trust me to take care of you?”
Suddenly that warm spot between her legs is rubbing against my dick and I groan, “Yes.”
Her lips take mine and she whispers, “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
This is a million times better than any dream I’ve ever had about her.
My Domme plants her hands on my chest, and like a heat-seeking missile, I nudge until my crown kisses her wet center.
“That’s it,” she says, and rubs herself against my cock—my bare cock that’s never gone on mission without his protective shield before.
But I can’t be blamed for wanting this—she told me earlier she has birth control covered, and I’m just a man!
Everything is slick and we can both hear how ready she is to take me. She tosses her head back and rides me without penetration, moaning my name as if I have anything to do with her pleasure right now. But, in a way she’s giving me exactly what I want—she’s using me to get herself off.
Dreams really do come true.
I can’t stay quiet. “You’re so pretty, Professor Wilde. Using me like you are—God, I’ve always wanted this.”
“Did you fail your test on purpose just to be punished by me?”
“I did,” I whine, fully embracing our roleplay. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”
“You could have asked me for private tutoring,” she pants, pauses her movements, and in one fell swoop her pussy swallows me.
“Unghhhh,” I moan, my brain completely lost and unable to form coherent thoughts.
A fresh zap of electricity pulses through me as she bounces on my cock and tweaks my nipples—pulling them taut against the thick leather strap on my chest. My hot Domme girlfriend was on to something tying me up like this, because I’m testing the limits of these restraints.
The need to hold her hips and fuck fuck fuck into her is killing me, but watching her ride me like a queen is something I could write albums of music about.
Renée grabs the wand from beside my hip and turns it on before pressing it to her clit. Immediately her walls tighten around my buried cock. “Fuck yes,” I breathe. “You’re so fucking hot like that. Take everything from me.”
She doesn’t require my permission to come but she explodes right then.
Her pussy flutters around my length, and I’m dangerously close to following in her footsteps.
Fiery tresses of hair swing down from her pony tail as she hunches over me, riding every last convulsion to its end.
Without opening her eyes, she switches off her wand and tosses it back on the bed.
“You did,” she breathes, “so good.”
Yay, I did it. “Thank you for using me.”
Her soft body falls over me and she has to slide off my cock to reach my mouth for a kiss. My toes curl. It’s always thrilling when we lock lips. From little pecks to ravenous makeout sessions against a wall, every single one is a dopamine rush. I will never tire of kissing this woman.
When we come up for air, her eyes are hooded in lust and she plays with the stubble at my chin. “I can’t believe how perfect you are for me, Jonah.”
The cartoon hearts are back and burst all around me. “Why do you think I never left you alone?”
“Because you have a thing for chesty little redhead professors.”
“Hey.” I furrow my brow. “Don’t forget about the glasses.”
Big, snorting laughter erupts between us, and there’s something special about the way we’re paired in this moment.
When I dreamed of us, I never imagined moments as perfect as this.
Me, naked as the day I was born, my limbs bound.
And her, draped over my chest, head in my neck, our bodies shaking in laughter.