Denial 20

The door to the hotel room was shut for all of two seconds before Avon's hands were on my hips, guiding me to the bed with a less-than-gentle urgency. It wasn't surprising, given I'd been teasing him all night, yet I was still quick to put my hands over his and dig my heels in.

"Aht," I tsked. "You've been working all night."

"I don't care." He reaffirmed his grip and swept me off the ground as if I weighed no more than a pillow, flinging me onto the bed. I tried to sit up and catch my breath, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me back down to the bed.

"It's past midnight!" I argued. "You're exhausted, you have to wake up early again tomorrow, you're too tired for sex!"

Truthfully, I wasn't sure what sense it made to argue; judging by the wild look in his eyes Avon had lost the ability to be reasoned with when the door closed. I could see the frustration on his face, the twitch in his lips as he debated with himself, torn between agreeing with me and wanting to put his hand over my mouth so I couldn't complain any more. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that more than anything, but someone had to be responsible.

That, and I had been a massive fucking brat earlier and needed an out. Convincing him to sleep was just a roundabout way to avoid getting both a noise complaint and a red ass. "We should go to bed, sweetheart."

His eyes narrowed. Could he tell this was the plan all along? I looked up at him, pulling the biggest doe eyes he'd ever seen. He was tired, I could see it, I just needed to appeal to that to get him down and chances were he'd be out within 30 seconds. "Cuddle with me?"

I was hoping to catch a crack in the Dom facade, a softening of the features. Instead he broke out in a large grin, specifically the kind that was normally followed by a healthy amount of pain. "Where's your suitcase?"

I blinked, taking a split second to pivot my train of thought. "Oh, beside the desk."

I watched him go to sort through it, all while thinking of what he might be looking for. It was a one-night-only affair, I hadn't thought to bring much besides the bare essentials. Unless he was looking for a belt, there wasn't much in there he could punish me with, and I was about to tell him when I saw him pull out my thick roll of bondage tape.

Oh.

"Sweetheart, you really should get to sleep--"

"Shut the fuck up and come here." His tone left no room for argument. I scooched to the end of the bed, following his movements as he guiding my legs together, held up in the air while he wrapped the black tape around my calves. After a solid few wraps he ripped the tape, then guided my hands together for the same treatment. I wanted to argue, equal parts from love and fear, but instead both kept me quiet as he finished my wrist bindings then finally brought the tape up to my face. This binding wasn't quite as tight, careful not to catch my hair yet snug against my lips, and with that he tossed the tape to the side and began to pull his shirt up. I hummed in protest and he shushed me. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you."

I blinked, staring as he continued to undress. Did he...tie me up just to cuddle? It had been something we discussed, though I would've preferred more comfortable binds in that case. Too late to communicate that thought, I supposed. "Mmmph."

"I know," he cooed, voice oozing in fake pity. I wasn't blind to the fact that he was hard either. "I'm just gonna destress, then we can go to bed."

He began to climb onto the bed, climb on top of

me.

One leg on either side of me, moving up until his cock was dangling right over my face, his tip pressed against the bottom of my chin. I tried to lift my head to look, but the angle was nearly impossible. On the other hand, I could definitely feel when he wrapped his hand around it and began to move it back and forth. We made eye contact, that same frantic, feral look in his eyes, and I realized immediately what was happening. He wasn't going to fuck me. He wasn't going to use me at all.

Whatever part of me that wanted to be a responsible adult, to suggest restful sleep, vanished in an instant. My heart

surged

with need, drool building in my mouth as Avon found his rhythm over top of me, breath hitched. I loved his cock. He knew I loved his cock. I could stand not sleeping together for a night, could settle for spooning and a kiss, but seeing him pleasure himself right on top of me with no way to join, to please him? I was realizing, very quickly, that this was torture and I hoped the look in my eyes conveyed it. It must've, because he broke out in another grin. "What's wrong?"

"Pzz." I was pretty experienced in begging with my eyes at this point, trying my best to bring my eyes down to his cock. He moved instead, draping himself over me until his cock was hanging over my face, his fingers brushing the tip of my nose as he jerked himself off.

"Tell me," he said, smile only growing wider as he watched the want in my eyes slowly turn to desperation. "Talk to me. Use your words. You want this cock?"

I tried, but my voice stuck to the inside of the tape, turning my pleads into useless mumbling. My tongue pressed against the inside of the gag, as though I could lick along his cock if only I tried hard enough. As if in agreement Avon slapped it against my tape gag a couple times and I practically yelled in need. It was right there, I could see it, could nearly taste it, the time on the clock meant nothing anymore. All that mattered was pleasing him. He could fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass, anything so long as he gave it to me. All these things and more I tried to say though my gag, while he just tilted his head and watched in delight.

"Yeah, you do. Desperate fucking whore." The tip of his cock stayed pressed against the tape gag, allowing me to feel every pump of his hand. One thin layer of tape keeping my lips and tongue away from him. I felt like I could cry. "You've been a bratty little slut all night. Know why? Because you wanted to get fucked. Isn't that right?"

I tried to avert my eyes, but he stopped rubbing his cock to slap me across the face. "Nod."

Gasping, shaking, incredibly turned on, I nodded. Avon nodded back and went back to masturbating. "That's right. You wanted punishment. Well this is your fucking punishment."

Using his legs as leverage he flipped us both over, scooting up to the head of the bed and dragging me with him. When he had us situated, he was sitting snugly in the array of pillows like a king, with me on my stomach between his legs and his throbbing cock dangling in my face, as tempting as ever. Even the motion of his hand wrapped around it was turning me on, and despite how terrible it felt I was still so horny I couldn't focus on anything else. There was no being defiant or feigning disinterest because he was right; I was a desperate whore.

"I'm gonna cum tonight," he said to me, running his fingers through my hair. "You just don't get to help."

I protested loudly against the tape. Moving was hard with my bound hands under my stomach but I did my best, scooting forward until my gagged mouth was pressed against his balls, humming all my discontent. His fingers tightened in my hair, but he didn't pull me away. 'Yeah, I know. You want my cock and you can't have it. That's what you get."

My pussy ached in need, but that wasn't even my focus. I wanted to use my mouth. I wanted to please him, I wanted to show him that I didn't want this for myself, all I wanted was to serve. I slid my legs underneath myself and lifted my butt up into the air as much as I could, wiggling it as enticingly as I could manage. Avon groaned. "Yeah, fucking that ass would be nice. But like you said, I'm too tired for sex."'

I groaned, looking up at him pleadingly. The look he returned was nothing short of smug. "So I guess I'm just gonna masturbate really quick before I sleep. That's why I had to tape you up, because you're a cock hungry little slut that can't stop throwing yourself all over me when I'm just trying to get off before bed."

Whatever point he was trying to make was lost on me. I was too busy nuzzling against the base of his shaft, trying to push against the tape with my tongue to loosen it so I could get just a taste of him. He pressed his cock against my face, adjusting his hand so he could rub himself all over me. I moaned, eyes rolling back at that alone. I was his, and it was driving me insane that he wasn't using me like it.

"You're a needy fucking slut aren't you?" I nodded frantically. "You want this cock in your mouth?" I nodded again, and his hand started to move faster. "Then you better beg before I cum."

"Plzzz! Pzzz! Mmm!" I all but screamed against the tape, kicking my feet and wiggling my hips and doing any and everything I could in my desperation to get his attention, to show him how badly I needed it. He was breathing heavier, his eye contact growing more intense. I could see every desire behind those darkening eyes, everything he envisioned doing to me, all the filthy things he wanted to inflict on the bound and gagged slut in his lap. But he held back. He restrained himself from all of it just to teach me a lesson. Tears began to well up in my eyes as I begged, purely, genuinely desperate. "Nn Pzzz!"

"Ooh," he groaned, tongue running along his bottom lip. "God, are you gonna cry slut?"

As if on cue I could feel a tear drop over my cheek and his breath caught, grip tightening on his cock. In a feverish instant he pried his fingers underneath my gag and tore it down my chin until the tape was dangling in a loose circle around my neck. My jaw stretched, able to swallow half a breath before he forced his cock in my mouth. I gagged, more tears dropped over my lashes, and at the same time I moaned, my nerves flush with relief. He fucked my mouth with no regard for me, slamming his cock into the back of my throat just like I had begged for. I was so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs as I rubbed them together, desperate for stimulation. My pleasure didn't matter, and yet when I felt his cum begin to shoot across the back of my tongue it lit my nerves up so damn hard that I felt as though I could cum without even being touched. I certainly moaned even louder than he did, obediently swallowing every bit of cum as it leaked out, tongue trailing after the head of his cock as he pulled it out of my mouth. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

"Ahh, fuck." He grabbed me by the chin, squeezing my cheeks and I stuck my tongue out for him to see. He was still catching his breath, but that didn't stop him from letting out a satisfied sigh. "What a good girl."