For the one who continues to be my sole inspiration...
I was practically aching with desire. I was trying to be good and patient, but my body was betraying me. I kept imagining all of the things I wanted him to do to me and picturing his hard cock sliding down my throat. I was desperate for him, which did not differentiate this from any other day, but today the yearning seemed to grow exponentially as he denied me.
"The more you move, the longer you will sit there, and I have all night, Jules..." The smooth honey of his voice hit my ears and I immediately stopped moving and sat up a little straighter.
I was sitting in his high-back office chair, naked, legs spread wide and bound, arms tied securely to the armrests, the red ball gag in my mouth forcing my mouth open salaciously, drool running down my chin. My eyes were covered, only small slivers of light leaking in through the bottom of the blinders he had chosen.
As usual, he was enjoying torturing me, occasionally coming over to rub my nipples or slide his fingers to my clit and rubbing gently, skillfully taking me upward towards bliss. But just as I would start to let go he would stop cold, leaving me frustrated and moaning my need for him.
I heard the click of the camera on his phone and then silence. I wasn't sure if he had left the room or if he was just sitting quietly watching me, waiting for me to move. I tried with all my might to be still so he would reward me with his touch.
My breaths were deep, making my breasts rise and fall as I struggled to compose myself and focus on something, anything that would distract me from wanting him so bad that it hurt.
My longing for him was such that it was all consuming and visceral. I could feel his hands on my body and his tongue in my mouth, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as the thoughts progressed. I willed myself to be still as I heard his footsteps approaching me and I mentally begged him to give me some sort of release.
"Is my little slut horny?" He asked mockingly, bringing his hands to my nipples and rubbing gently as I nodded and moaned, arching my back and looking up at him, wishing I could see his eyes boring into mine with the intensity I loved so.
"Do you want to cum, Jules?" He asked, keeping one hand on my nipple and bringing the other to my clit as he rubbed both slowly.
"Yes! Please! Please let me cum!" I begged, the words coming out garbled and incoherent, more drool escaping my mouth as I struggled to communicate my desires. I was starting to lose control, I was slipping into a blurry puddle as he touched me; my body was surrendering to his sexy dominance, giving him everything he wanted and demanded from me with ease.
"Good god you're so fucking wet, Jules. Your body belongs to me, I decide when you cum. Right baby?" He was getting aroused, I could tell by his tone and his words, this pushed me up even higher and I nodded again as I waited for him to give me permission to explode for him, as only he could make me.
I was shaking and moaning as he withdrew his finger from my pussy and put both hands on my nipples, twisting and rubbing them as his mouth licked down my warm body and my waxed bikini area until it found my wet pink pussy. He spread my lips open with his tongue and I felt myself break apart as he licked furiously and nibbled lightly on my clit. He then backed off and started slowly licking me in a slow maddening circle.
Quickly I shattered, body convulsing in pleasure as he sped up with my orgasm, fingers pulling harder on my nipples. I moaned and screamed in extraordinary pleasure, then felt two of his fingers push up and into me.
I instantly clenched my muscles around them as he furiously shoved his fingers in and out of my gushing pussy. My whole body was tingling and my mouth was making obscene sounds around my gag as I continued cumming for him.
It did occur to me, in the back recesses of my addled mind, that he hadn't exactly told me I could cum. But actions speak louder than words, right? And his actions had definitely wanted me to cum. Not sure he would see it that way, but the pleasure center in my brain could not have cared less. Just yet anyway.
He kept his fingers buried in my pussy and the fingers of his other hand pulling at my nipple as his tongue swirled around my clit. He loved making me cum, but he hated to be disobeyed, especially when we we were in our apt roles. I rode out the orgasm until I felt his fingers slip from my pussy, instantly making me feel empty.
He didn't speak but but I felt his hands untying my wrists, then my legs. Before I could regain feeling in either, I felt myself being pulled from the chair, to my knees, by my hair. He reached behind my head and unsnapped the ball gag.
