Margot had Daniel fucking her, but she of course wasn't letting him use his dick. He wore a strap-on. One custom built for him. It cost Margot a fortune.
It was basically a cock cage, but with a black latex cock around it. Only this cage wasn't meant to keep Daniel's cock small, just in place. It had been molded to his erect penis so that when Daniel fucked her, his dick moved around almost not at all.
Of course, it still moved some. And really, the mold was a tad small, so Daniel's dick would be helplessly swollen inside the rubber cock he kept thrusting in and out of Margot. He could hear the wetness of her pussy but could not feel it. He whined helplessly.
Daniel hadn't been allowed to cum in twenty-three days. This far along, just about anything could make him cum, and Daniel put most of his focus into not cumming.
"Keep going," she said. She was playing the pillow princess at the moment. It had been a tough day for her. She had taken a bath (with Mr handsome as her personal attendant) and now she was content to lay back and have Daniel do all the work.
Margot rested her elbows in the crooks of Daniel's bent arms, and felt his shoulders move. He was above her, fucking her missionary style--only now there was no way for her to get pregnant. She tickled his shoulders just a bit, wanting to make things difficult for him.
He inhaled sharply and both his shoulders buckled briefly, before he resumed his position and kept fucking her. She laughed pleasurably to herself. "God," she said.
"You're my own little fuck toy. A fucking machine. I can just turn you on and use you anytime I want. How do you like that?"
"I love it, Mistress," he said lightly, focusing on maintaining his thrusts. "I love it so much."
Sweat was coming out on his forehead, and their bodies together were growing hot.
"Stop, then."
He did, and with a release of all his pent up exhaustion, shoving the dildo a little farther than expected.
She gasps, then laughs, rustling his hair. Playing with his ear.
Then she pulls him down to her, and he's half-laying on her and half-holding himself above her. She kisses him, giving him permission, and then he's exploring her mouth with his tongue. Kissing her as if it's a divine pleasure.
Now her hands are on his shaved ass. She guides him into her, just a bit more, then sets him in rhythm, gently grinding against her, fucking her as subtly as possible.
He was still kissing her, his lips going from her top lip to her bottom, but as he focused more and more on grinding against her, he began to let up. More of his mind was having to resist the urge to cum.
To Margot the grinding is deliciously gentle, but for Daniel it is torture. The movement of his dick is so small and slow, but its rhythm feels so good. He wants to explode.
Daniel lets his sensations wash over him, then locks himself down, trying not to cum. This is his trick. Not ejaculating was simply mind over matter. Right before Daniel would cum, he would be awash with the pleasure of his body, and that was when he would block out his mind and think only of his body. The orgasm was in his mind, and when he locked his mind away, he entered a state of almost complete mindfulness. All he could focus on was his mechanical body, grinding into Margot, hearing her moan, and focusing on his arms--anything to not think an orgasm into existence.
Now Margot is kissing Daniel. The side of his cheek, all his focus on not cumming. The hands that guided him to grind into her explore more of his ass. She pulled his cheeks aside and lays a finger right outside his asshole.
He had cleaned himself up right before she got home, as she had texted him to do, and she had shaved him only the night before, so his pale ass is ripe for the taking.
When Daniel feels her fingers, he lets out a sharp breath, his mind snatched back to reality, but the orgasm forgotten. Then he remembers, grinding again and again and again.
Margot brings her right hand to her mouth and lubes up her fore and middle fingers with her saliva.
He feels the wetness against his ass and pushes into her.
