1 comments/ 7175 views/ 1 favorites Deny Me By: SweetOblivion "I am so very glad you never deny me, pet," he smiled, as spooling fingers of silver moonlight danced over his face. His smile turned into a slightly evil and demanding grimace as looked at her kneeling down in front of him and then pulled her close to him by the hair, pressing her face into his groin. He lent back and let out a soft groan, as she brought her lips to his sex, having opened his trousers and tugged them down to his knees. Her mouth took him in dutifully, with her eyes wide, looking up at him. She knew that he loved to see her, gazing up at him, knowing her place. The moon was quite radiant that night as he pressed her down by the big oak tree. And she felt radiant too as she resumed her work, plunging his prick into her mouth until the rhythm lulled him into silence, punctuated by the occasional moan and the clenching of his fingers in her hair. Trying not to tear up as her gag reflex came into play, she looked up at him again and then let him slide slowly from her mouth. She clasped his shaft, releasing it slowly, slowly, until just his cock head was embedded between her lips. She was rather tempted to nip playfully, but decided to lick instead and was rewarded by a further moan and the feeling of being possessed as his hands played in her hair, gripping it and tugging it until she was drawn to absorb his prick into her mouth once again. She enjoyed serving his need, loving all the motions of service and surrender, in the cool night air. After all what good would resistance do, given she absolutely loved being his cock slut. In fact she was wholly captivated by his prick and loved the freedom that he allowed her to exercise in pleasuring him. Although she knew that she was not free to do exactly as she wished, she was content with that state of affairs. In belonging to him, she sacrificed her own immediate pleasure for the added delight of pleasing him first. His hand closing on her hair jerked her away from her thoughts and back to the reality of service. She loved it when he took control of her and she became a mere fuck toy to be used to accentuate his excitement. He stared down at her and pushed her hair away from her face, wanting to see how she was making love to his prick beneath the shadowy canopy of the oak. "You are a sweet cunt," he sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations her lips afforded him; "my sweet cunt." A cloud crossed the face of the moon and plunged them into darkness, but neither of them noticed. He was too busy acclimatising himself to the lips that were so obligingly wrapped around his cock to worry about lunar phenomena. She was too busy concentrating on taking him to the point where he would spurt his semen into her mouth: her reward for service. "I could eat you," he grinned down at her. "And I would this instant, were it not to mean the loss of your mouth from my prick." She looked up at him in silent agreement as he shunted his prick in and out of her mouth, using her as she had grown accustomed to being used under his direction. "I so like the thought of spurting my seed into your mouth, cunt," he observed, punctuating each word with a further thrust and a tug to the brunette's hair, feeling her wanting him more and more, but not wanting to end this episode yet: such sweet contradiction. The cloud passed and liberated the moonlight once more. He could see lust flashing in her eyes and wondered how wet her pussy was. Reaching down, he pulled up her tee-shirt. Then he started to caress her breasts. He pinched the nipples tightly and slapped the tit flesh lazily, marking her bosom his. At the same time, he leant back indolently against the tree and let her take over the pace of sucking his engorged member. "There is hardly anything that could be better than this," he determined, pulling his prick from her mouth and then pulling her up, so that her tits pressed against his prick. "All the same a titty fuck does come close." "You are a quite the wicked man tonight, sir," she scolded him, despite loving the fact that she loved it when he used her breasts as a pleasure treat. Sighing theatrically, she pushed her breasts up and enfolded his prick between them. And as she enjoyed the heat of his member, she quietly confessed her delight: "I admit that I do like the way you fuck my tits, sir." "Of course you do. It gives your tits fresh purpose," he remarked assuredly, tilting his head down towards her; "but, that was a sweet admission on your part." "I'm glad you approve," she blushed and then brushed long strands of brown hair from her face. "I do." "I hope that you can be trusted to take full advantage of me and my purposeful tits," the girl giggled, as she clamped her breasts around his cock. "Oh, I think you can be certain on that score," he sighed. "I may even have to come over your tits rather than in your mouth at this rate. And don't pout: you know you love any usage of your person by your owner." "I can't help it, sir. I so love the taste and feel of hot sperm draining down my gullet." "You are the most wonderful cunt, sweet heart." "I am your most wonderful cunt, sir." "Come on now," he grinned and tugged her face back by the hair, before stepping over her face and frigging his cock as she started to kiss the balls that now nestled against her lips. "Don't adopt that controversial nit-picking attitude." "I may well chew your balls, but I will leave your hat well alone, sir." "Very funny girl: any excessive ball chewing and you will live to regret it." "Can't a cunt make a punt at a pun, sir?" "She can once she has remembered her place and licks her daddy's balls like a good girl." "I thought I would be licking your arse after I'd licked your balls, sir." "You are a temptress." "That's me, sir." "Now lick," he retorted sharply. "I sometimes feel your digressions would make a less patient man weep." She resisted the temptation to respond and pressed her tongue against his balls as instructed. She knew that he would hold her accountable for any further delay and, much as she enjoyed a good flogging, didn't really want to be deprived of his cum. Obediently she slipped her head under him and pushed her tongue against the hollow of his arse, loving the way he started and moaned from the very first touch, pressing down upon her in a very needing fashion. "That's a good slut," he breathed. "You should get to know my arse better this instant." She loved the way he trembled above her as she slid her tongue against his most intimate places, conjecturing whether she might be able to make him come, just by pushing her tongue against the tight hole and flicking it back and forth. She tried to judge the pace and enjoyed the control it seemed to give her over him, albeit ephemeral control. There was something to be said for empowerment, she smiled to herself as she licked and tasted his fundament, but dis-empowerment could be so much more fun. A little overwhelmed by her evident enthusiasm, he lent back against the tree to control his excited trembling and grabbed at her hair again, tugging her face up, though not too far for he did not want her to stop licking. "Look up at me, while you ream my arse, girl." She smiled and continued to press her tongue home, seeking out the most sensitive spots, as she engaged with his wishes. "Oooh, pet. There's something about the way you do that, that is unbearably wonderful, you lovely chit." She couldn't think of anything more she wanted from him at that instant. In fact, she wasn't thinking at all, being completely focused on making him feel on top of the world. She was waiting for the moment when he would bring his cock back to her mouth and fill it with his cum. "I love the way you obey me without challenge and look up at me as you service my need," he burbled in his delight. "Those beautiful eyes seem filled with such happiness, sweet bitch." She felt her cheeks reddening again. "My lovely girl, I would be so hard pressed to find anything that compares with the light of your smile, the glow of your skin and the brilliance of your eyes that I am not even going to look." She wanted to look down and away, but found herself pressing into his arse, just to escape from his eulogising commentary. She was quite happy to make him so pleased that he needed to shower such compliments upon her. She would, however, be happier still to find him showering her face with his cum, as well as these self-evident indicators of the warmth he felt for her. The fickle moon disappeared behind another cloud and plunged them back into darkness, depriving them of its silver kisses, though her tongue continued its oscillating motions regardless. "There's a moon up there that can't decide whether to wax or wane," he said poetically, causing her to have a fit of giggles as she looked up towards his backside. He frowned and dragged her up from under him, holding her up by the hair and slapping first her face and then her breasts, wanting to punish her for being unable to control herself, but at the same time not wanting to hurt her. "You are in need of discipline girl." "That was entirely your fault, sir." "Surely someone with as wondrous and dedicated a tongue as you can focus on my arse despite my verbiage?" "I love your arse and I love your verbiage, sir." "Okay, you win," he said, giving in easily. "Don't I always?" she teased. "No you decidedly do not," He determined, rolling his eyes in mock desperation. Then he pulled her face all the way up to his, again by the hair, so that she was brought up to a standing position in a rather painful way. She winced at the pressure on her scalp, but still managed to smile playfully, when he relinquished his grip on her. Steadying herself with a hand on her shoulder, she murmured her thanks for his rough treatment of her. "Victories can be Pyrrhic, you know, pet," he said , cupping her face and slapping her cheek. "Just for your impudence, pet, you don't get fed any cum tonight." "No cum? Hey, no fair." He gripped her face more firmly in his hand, feeling her jawbone. In fact he grasped her so tightly that she felt she would be bruised in his enthusiasm to make his mark upon her. Then he reached behind her and pressed her lower back in towards him to accentuate the curve of her backside, before reaching down to slap her bottom affectionately. "No cum in your mouth but there may be some for your delightful young behind, of course." "Is that your way of stilling my protests, sir?" "It is," he agreed, with a chuckle. "I am so glad you cottoned on." "I was going to cotton off and slip my panties down, sir, once you released me." "Were you, my ridiculously, silly child?" "Yes. Then I was going to lean over the ash stump over there and spread myself, so that you could use my bottom to your heart's content." "That was very thoughtful of you. I do like a little buggery in the early hours." "I do my best, sir." "You have permission to fulfil your promises, girl. I will assuredly fill your crack before dawn." "I love being your girl." "What else do you love?" "I love being your bitch and your slut and your whore. It is well worth staying up all night to be enjoyed in each role." "Lovely, and?" "And I love that when you have used my behind, you will let me clean the residue of your cum off your cock with my mouth, despite your threats to deny me." Deny Me Please Kim watched with fascination as her hand slowly stroked Cole's cock. She was seeing all sorts of strange lines and auras of energy flowing around his throbbing organ. Well, not actually "seeing" them, but "sensing" them, and in her minds eye picturing the lines of energy like a glowing web. It was very difficult to describe these new sexual senses, brought on by the mysterious force of "Sex Magic" that had spread across the world a couple years ago. But even if she couldn't explain them, they seemed so natural and instinctive to her. She'd had them only a couple weeks, and already, her handjob skills had improved immensely, just by following the paths of energy she could "see" around her boyfriend's cock. This was only the fourth handjob she'd given him since her powers awakened, and Cole, who before all this had been able to last twenty minutes under her moderately skilled fingers, could now barely last thirty seconds if she didn't deliberately slow down her efforts to a crawl. But even then, tonight, she was stroking slowly, and Cole was giving off that telltale hiss that indicated he was close. Not that she needed that sign; her sexual senses were going off like an alarm, telling her he was about to shoot his seed right into her face if she didn't switch tactics. So she did, going off the guidelines to stroke him in a way that would keep him aroused, but hold off his climax for another minute or so before she had to shift her grip again. Cole let out a slow breath as he got himself under control again, and gave her an affectionate squeeze around the shoulders with his arm. They were sitting on Cole's couch, the TV on, but neither watching, as Kim lay against him, resting her head on his shoulder, while he had his arm around her. His pants were open at the fly, and his cock stiff and throbbing in her right hand, while her left arm was curled around his lower back. "Jesus, I can't believe how good you are at this now," he said. Kim smirked without looking at him. "Implying I was bad at this before?" "No, no, I just—" he swallowed nervously. "It's hard to last, y'know?" He seemed about to say something else, but hesitated and held back his words. However, Kim read his thoughts in that moment loud and clear. Another gift of the Sex Magic, being able to read the sexual thoughts and fantasies of men, especially when they were aroused and stimulated. She saw in his head, as she had several times these past couple weeks, his secret, shameful fetish. The one he'd never revealed to her, despite the two of them dating for the last four years. A desire for her to be more controlling, to assume command of a very primal, powerful desire. It was a fetish she knew many more men had than would ever dare admit. And it was a fetish that Sex Magic seemed almost tailor made to fulfill. And yet, even two years after Sex Magic had swept across the world, so many men were still too embarrassed or hung up over their self image of manliness to ask for it. Two years wasn't enough to erase the old paradigm of men being the dominant aggressors and women being the alluring submissives from people's minds. Kim wasn't sure how she felt about it, herself. She was just as stuck in the old mentality as most of the world. It's the gender dynamic she had grown up with. Even though it was clearer with each day how powerful the Sex Magic made her, made all women, she hadn't ever considered herself to be the dominant type. Twenty-three years old, and she never even tried to be on top during sex, unless Cole wanted it. But there was no denying what Cole had always fantasized about, not when she could see it in his head like a looping porno montage every time they so much as kissed. Cole wanted her to take charge now and then, and now that she had her powers, there were other wicked things he secretly desired for her to do. Things that, she had to admit, were rather intriguing. Cole made that little hiss again, and her senses broke her out of her contemplation as they warned her Cole was about to shoot. She could sense he was reaching a plateau where any stimulation at all would put him over, so she stopped moving her hand and loosened her grip, right at the last possible second. Cole bucked into her hand, but she moved with him, and he could not get any more friction. He made a few short gasps as he tried to get himself under control, and Kim could sense the excitement in his body flare as he experienced a near climax "edging", but didn't go over. She waited until her senses told her it was clear, then she shifted her grip to something lighter, and resumed stroking at a steady pace. "That was... really close..." he said. "It's a shame you... had to stop, though... you're getting so... so good..." "I know," said Kim, smiling. "This is getting too easy." She sensed a pang of ego-panic sweep over Cole, followed by another spike of sexual excitement. Sheesh, he really did love it when she acted dominant. She had a feeling that if she kept up the dirty talk, even this light touch would send him over. "You could always... um..." "Yes?" Her grip tightened a bit. She didn't have to use her powers to stimulate him, when her senses could tell her exactly how to touch to keep his lust high and make his inhibitions crumble. "Well, I've heard there's a... a spell..." "What kind of spell?" Cole almost said it. But that sharp pang of male pride and fear stung him hard, and he couldn't bring himself to say it. "N-never mind... it's stupid..." Kim sighed inwardly. Well, if Cole wanted to make it harder on himself, that was his choice. She stroked him a bit faster, sensing his orgasm building up quickly once more. Cole gasped, and Kim paused her motions, pinching him just below the penishead, stifling his reflex to cum before he could get too far. She felt him squirm, his body tense, before relaxing again with a long, low breath. Kim resumed her slow, light stroke. "You like that?" she prodded. She could feel Cole blushing even without her sexual senses. "Y-yes," he said. "It's really hot when you... um... when you don't let me..." Getting there. He wanted so badly to ask her, but he just couldn't get over himself to do so. She wasn't especially keen on the idea, but if it was going to come up in his thoughts every single time, she could hardly ignore it. "So what you're saying is, you actually like it when I don't let you finish?" "Well, you know," said Cole, trying to play it cool, always a hopelessly silly endeavor when a girl had you by the cock. "I just like the feeling so much that... when I finish... you know, it's like it's over too soon." "Ah, I see." Her stroking continued to be light and loose, frustrating him physically, but exciting him mentally. She waited for him to crack and ask her. But still he held out. Kim decided to toss out a little more bait. Cole was on the verge of asking, he just needed to get over that last hurdle. "So, you mentioned a spell?" she said. She paused to squeeze his cock for a few seconds, before resuming her stroking. "Yeah, a spell." "You going to tell me what it is?" "I... um... I dunno..." he swallowed. "I've been reading on the powers and... um... I read about a few tricks that girls can do..." "Uh-huh," said Kim. Obviously, Cole kept forgetting the little detail that she could see his sexual thoughts. Otherwise, he'd realize she already knew what he was yearning for. But Kim wasn't going to spoil it. She wanted him to nut up and actually say it. "There's this spell, uh... that, um..." Kim stopped her hand and squeezed again. Cole jerked in her grip a few times and Kim let go just before he would have spurt. Her timing was pretty much perfect already. Kim felt a bit of pride at that, even though she actually really did want to make him shoot all over himself. And maybe on her, a bit. But Cole had a point, why rush to the climax? Nonetheless, Kim could not help but feel a bit impatient, when it was so obvious to her what he wanted. "If you don't tell me, we could be here quite a while." "That!" he almost squeaked. "A spell that does that!" Kim looked up at him finally, cocking an eyebrow at him. "That?" "Delays, um, orgasms." "Oh?" "Y-yeah," he said, almost trembling as he confessed his desire. "I've read that there's a spell that makes it so a man can't cum, no matter how much you stroke him." Kim laid her head back on his shoulder, gazing at her hand on his cock. "I've read about that. An orgasm denial spell. Sounds intense." She gave his cock a squeeze. "I could stroke you or suck you or fuck you for hours and you wouldn't spill a drop. You'd be stuck right at the edge." Kim let go of his cock again, almost too late. Riled up by her hand as he was, the sheer excitement of talking about this nearly sent him over! Cole gasped a response, but the words were lost. "I dunno," she said. "I do like making you cum." It was true. There was something about seeing a man spurt his seed all thanks to her that filled her with happy pride. A sense of power and intimacy that even the magic itself could not replace. But then again, it was so easy to do now. It was almost no effort at all. She'd started to wonder if the Sex Magic was, ironically, going to take the fun out of sex. But maybe she was looking at it the wrong way. Maybe, since making him cum was as easy as just thinking it, the real sexual high would come from how much she could make him need it before she finally let him pop. Yeah, that was one way of looking at it. Him crying and begging and writhing just for her. She had to admit the image was a little silly, and not to her taste. But she'd at least give a try. "You really want me to?" she said. "Well, I mean, I don't... um..." he looked at her nervously, but she didn't look up to meet his gaze. Instead she watched the storm of emotions and wants churning in his head. "I mean, maybe just try it out..." "Well, tell me what you want, then," she said. Cole took a breath and said, "I want you to deny my orgasms with your magic. I want you to play with me and tease me and fuck me but not let me cum no matter how bad I need it." He paused. "At least for a little bit." "Alright," Kim said after a long pause pretending to think about it. "If it's what you want, I'll give it a try. If you're absolutely sure." "Yes." "I hear it can get very intense, too intense, for some guys." "I know. I can take it." "Positive?" "Please! Please deny my orgasms!" Kim giggled, looked up and gave him a quick kiss. "You're cute when you're frustrated." She turned her attention back to his cock and focused her sexual "gaze." She'd read about how to do this, but it was largely all intuitive. The more she concentrated, the more the power seemed to guide her of its own accord to show her what to do. She could see the lines of energy, the entire web of nerves and sexual mystic power, how it all interacted. As she traced the lines, she understood as if by instinct what they all meant. She could see the hub of signals that controlled his orgasm reflex. Concentrating further, she took another few moments to magically pull, twist, and manipulate those lines of signals, until she had cut off some and looped a few back into one another. "There," she said. "That should do it." "That was it? Huh. I thought I felt a little tingle, but... huh..." "Well, let's see if it worked." To test it, she began to stroke him with a firm, steady grip, exactly how the magic told her would make him hit climax as fast as possible. Cole only had time to gasp before his hips bucked mightily and his cock flexed rapidly in her hand. But no semen came out, and she could see, from the way the signals flared, that he was not achieving that plateau of sensation that signaled the moment of orgasm. She stroked him that way for almost a minute before giving Cole a break. Cole was gasping as she held him, letting him calm down. "Wow!" he said. "That was actually kind cool!" "Yeah?" "Yeah..." She looked up to see Cole blushing fiercely, but looking quite enraptured. Kim smiled. Well, that was the important thing. She liked making him cum because it made him happy. But if this made him even happier, she supposed it was just fine. Although, she had to admit, it wasn't as fun as seeing him shoot. There was just something so silly yet earnest, something raw and kinetic, like a mini-firework display, watching a man let loose his seed. Oh, well. If he wasn't going to cum anyway, then there was something else she could take advantage of. Without warning, she stood and straddled him. She took him inside, and began riding him, slow and sweet, giving him loving kisses. Then, she slowly increased her speed, and her kisses became love bites, until she shifted position from kneeling into a crouch, and started pistoning herself fast and hard on his cock. Cole wailed as the pleasure overtook him and he tried again to cum, but failed. Kim let herself go and gripped his chest and shoulder hard, almost snarling as the pleasure burned hot in her core, and she shuddered in orgasm. But she didn't stop at one. The lustful energy was coming off Cole in waves, soaking into her, enhancing her pleasure and putting her in a state of heady euphoria. It was unexpectedly overwhelming; sex had never been this intense before! She came again, and kept going. A third time and kept going. A fourth, fifth, and sixth time, and still going, her climaxes coming so fast now they blended together. Cole, meanwhile, was suffering exquisitely the ache of being on the edge of orgasm but unable to release, he bucked fiercely into her as she thrashed beneath her, gasping and moaning in near whimpers. Finally, after Kim's twentieth orgasm, it was too much. "Kim!" Cole gasped. "Enough! Please! I give! Let me cum!" Kim forced herself to slow down, calming herself down, but didn't let him out of her. Coming down from her high, which was harder than she imagined, she still slowly rode him. Cole looked like he was in happy agony. She could sense he was on the absolute screaming edge of climax, his body needed to cum immediately. But she still didn't grant him that release, not just yet. "Kim... please...!" She slowed her motions and simply sat still with his cock throbbing deep inside her core. It felt incredible, the energy still pouring off of him and soaking directly into her. She was nearly at the edge of another climax, herself. It was an unexpectedly amazing feeling. Maybe this orgasm denial thing wasn't such a crazy idea after all! She leaned down and whispered softly in his ear. "I think that we should do this for real. So, no orgasms for you tonight." "I-I dunno if I can make it!" said Cole, his voice strained. "Aw, but we've barely gotten started indulging your fantasy! I just want to make sure you're extra happy." "Maybe... we should start with... baby steps?" "Just one night," she said. "Tomorrow, I'll make you cum. But no sooner than tomorrow." Cole eventually nodded and she kissed him deeply, even as she flexed her walls to squeeze his cock, still inside her. He hit the edge of orgasm again, shivering under her, and giving her another mini-climax from the spike of energy. When the two got themselves back under control again, Kim forced herself to lift off him and curl against his left side. She wanted to keep fucking him, but didn't want to overdo it. The energy was still coming off him in waves, however, and his slick, red cock kept twitching with the after shocks of intense edging. "Wow," said Cole breathlessly. "Be careful what you wish for, right?" Kim smiled. "Yeah. Definitely." Looking at his cock made her pussy ache for more, but she resisted the temptation. "God, I need to shoot so bad," Cole said in an almost whine. "It kind of hurts! "Sorry, babe, but this is your fantasy." "I know, I know." He kissed her in gratitude, then winced. "Man, it almost hurts not to touch it." "Aww, poor thing," she said. "My arms are a bit tired, though. How about you give it a go for a while?" Cole blushed fiercely. She'd never asked him to masturbate in front of her before! It was embarrassing, yet thrilling. Kim smiled sensing the confused excitement wash over his mind. "Okay," said Cole, taking himself in his hand. His grip didn't quite match up with the proper lines of energy, though they got close. Kim realized that with just a few handjobs, she now knew his cock better than he ever would in his entire life! She watched the play of signals as Cole slowly stroked himself, and the lustful energy poured off him to absorb into her. Her pussy tingled with pleasure as she watched him. She wanted him inside her again, and though she was tempted to masturbate along with him, she decided to tease herself a little this time. She'd let him stroke it, working them both up until she couldn't wait a second longer, then she was going to fuck him again straight through till morning. Then she'd let him cum. Until then, however, he was going to be given the ride of his life, and suffer exquisitely for every second of it. Be careful what you wish for indeed! Deny Me, Satisfy Me I wake up, panicked. My arms and legs are bound by rope. Then I feel you, kissing and nibbling up my inner thighs, moving up to my hip. I moan softly, my hips rising up to meet your lips. God, I've dreamt about this for so long. You lightly glide your finger down between the lips of my pussy, glancing up at my with a devilish smirk. "I told you this was only the beginning," you say as you run your nails down the inside of my thigh. You kiss all around my pussy, licking on the tender spots, your eyes locked on mine as I try to guide my pussy closer to your mouth. You move just out of my reach, laughing softly. My breath escapes me in a wordless sigh, as I test the strength of the restraints you've expertly tied. I refuse to start pleading this early but a part of me wants to so, so badly. You slide your finger inside me, watching the desire for more grow in my eyes. You lightly rub my clit, then stop, returning to soft kisses and gentle nibbles. "You know, driving you crazy is just revenge for yesterday. You WILL beg for me as I did you," you say with an evil grin. "Not on your life," I answer back playfully, secretly loving the payback. Your fingers once again find my clit, drawing my breath out of me in short gasps before pulling away, leaving my body trembling with anticipated pleasures. You climb over me, licking, kissing, and nibbling you way up my body before you reach my lips. Your hand reaches behind my head, firmly grabbing a handful of my hair, forcing my head back as I make soft hungry noises for you. You trace your way down my neck with lips and teeth, rubbing your hard cock against me, making me squirm against you, wordlessly begging for you to take me. You slide the tip of your cock into my aching pussy, and pull my head back farther. "Beg me for more" you whisper, your voice low with need. I gasp at the feeling of you penetrating me with just the tip. "Never" I say with an uncertain voice as I try desperately to slide you farther into me. You pull yourself out of me, and jokingly tell me not to go anywhere as you leave the room. You come back in, your hands behind your back, the look alone on your face enough to take my breath away. "Are you ready to beg for me yet?" you growl. "No..." I whimper, knowing full well I will beg before the night is through. "Maybe this will change your mind..." you whisper, revealing a small bullet vibrator. You climb onto the bed, spreading my legs apart with your knees. You press it against my clit, turning it on a high, knowing full well it wouldn't be long before I'd come close to that sweet edge. My head leans back into the pillows at the sudden pulses. My body quivers and shakes, my moans loud and deep as I quickly approach an earth shattering climax. "Ah, ah, ah. Not until you beg for me," you say with a light laugh as you pull the toy away from me, leaving me whimpering and shaking from head to toe. You slide two fingers into my well-lubed pussy, making a "come hither" motion, hitting my g-spot, making me arch my back. Slipping your fingers out, you crawl up my body, kissing and nibbling, stopping to suck on my breasts. Your tongue finds my nipple, and flicks over it again and again until I cry out for you. My breathing slows, the convulsions flowing through my body calming. You move back down me, slipping your tongue between my sensitive lips, licking firmly around my clit, circling and sucking on it. My legs pull at the restraints, wanting to wrap around you but unable to do so. "Give up yet?" you ask, a devilish smirk on your face. "No" I stammer, my voice filled with need and desire. I pull again against the restraints, knowing they won't budge. "If you're intent on being stubborn, I'm going to have to keep punishing you for a long, long time," you say without a hint of mercy. "At this rate, it's going to be a long time until I let you cum." Your tongue rolls around my clit again, my breath catching in my throat, bringing me closer to the edge before you pulls away again. I whimper in frustration. "One of the best things about men and women," you say nonchalantly, "Is that sometimes, the same toys can be used for both." Reaching into the nightstand by the bed, you pull out a set of pretty champagne pink pearls, wrapping them around two of your fingers. "You can't... That's not..." is all I'm able to muster in the face of my anticipation of coming pleasures. You slide your pearl wrapped fingers in me, twisting your hand as I clutch the corner of the bed sheets, my body writhing with ecstasy of you running the pearls up and down my g-spot. Sliding your fingers in and out, twisting them as I arch my back and moan loudly, half from pleasure, half from frustration, "You see, I know just how to tease you," you whisper, your voice low. My panting stops me from saying a word, but my body is still moving to the rhythm of your fingers sliding achingly slow in and out of me. You playfully flick your tongue on my clit, my body responding to your every flick and movement, moans and whimpers escaping from me. Tremors chase up and down my spine. "Please..." I whisper, hating that I want this so, so badly. "Now, that's manners... I want you to beg for me" your low growl seems an almost physical thing, sending goose bumps all over my skin. You lean down again and suck on my clit, alternating between rolling your tongue over it and light, quick licks. Right before I climax, you stop again, raising your eyebrow at me. "Well?" you ask, eyes running down my body. Beads of sweat have gathered in between my breasts, and on my stomach. My head is tilted back, eyes closed. "Please, oh god, please!" I beg you, the desperation seeping through. "I'm sure you could beg much, much better than that" "Please, please baby, oh god, please!" My pleas go unheard as you continue to tease me, driving me closer and closer to that sweet edge. You stop again, right before I go over that black edge, wetness all over the bed. My body is still shaking, and I'm fighting the restraints, begging for you. Drawing your fingers out of me, you move up, positioning your already hard cock right outside of my soaking wet pussy. Inching in slowly, I whimper and make small, hungry noises for you. Suddenly, you slam into me, lightly pushing on my cervix and sending me over the edge and into the black abyss that is ecstasy. My voice comes out in a near scream, my back arching, fingers tightly gripping the sheets I can reach. Leaning over me slides you in even deeper, as you chastely kiss me, a smile on your lips. You rock your hips in and out of my slightly, making me gasp with pleasure and shiver with bliss, eager for you to increase the tempo of your strokes. As you grip my hips in both hands, pulling my slightly up off the bed, you lean almost fully back up until you're on your knees. You savagely pound into me, moaning at the feeling of my tight pussy clenching around you harder as I approach another orgasm. I can tell you're close, your breathing becoming labored and losing the rhythm of our sex. Your fingers dig into me, your head thrown back. Low, almost guttural noises emanate from you, as you use me to your liking. The pleasure builds to an unbearable height, both of us unconsciously moaning wordlessly together. My head snaps back as pure bliss rocks it's way throughout my body, my voice hoarse with screams and cries of pleasure. Unable to keep your balance, you fall forward, hands releasing my hips and barely catching yourself on the bed, still holding yourself slightly above my body as you slam into me, your face contorted with concentration. Your breath comes out in gasps, and you move your hands to underneath my shoulders, holding on to me as you reach sweet oblivion. Your nails dig into me and I cry out, half from pain and half from pleasure as your body convulses. Your breathing slows, and you struggle to push yourself off of me, into a half push-up, with half smile on your face, eyes already tired. Gently kissing my lips, you whisper "Good night, baby."