Denial Ch 02 2

Dedicated to my one and only…I will be still and submit to your will.

In her dream she felt his arm draped over her side and his warm hand cupping her breast. His hairy chest lightly pressed into her back with his cock rubbing against her ass as he spooned his body to hers. She breathed deeply and raised her hand to his, guiding his fingers to her perky nipple. He tweaked her sensitive nub and she moaned happily feeling a thrilling little twinge in her pussy. Her eyes slowly opened and she realized she was not dreaming, feeling the warmth of his hand engulfing her full, heavy orb.

It was still dark. How long had she slept? She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw the red numbers glowing 3:20 a.m. She felt the length of his body suffusing her skin with his heat. She leaned into him wondering if he was fondling her in his sleep. Then she abruptly remembered her frustration only a few hours before and she held still. She was waiting for his signal, waiting to see if he was awake and desiring her.

His hand slid down her side, over her soft round hip, then in between their bodies. There was no doubt that he was awake as he cupped her ass cheek in his palm and squeezed tightly. His fingers slipped between her thighs then he raised her leg to drape it back across his own. Finding her warm pussy still damp with unfulfilled need he teased her lips, slowly stroking but not penetrating them. His arm and wrist brushed back and forth on his growing cock and he felt her wriggle back toward him. He pinched her pliant pussy lips sharply and pulled his hips back just a few inches. She whimpered and he could feel her slightly squirm her ass in search of his warmth.

“Shhhh…don’t move a muscle. You just lie there and let me play. I’ll let you know when you can move,” he whispered. “I know what you want. I know what you need, baby. But not yet.”

Her stomach tightened as she took a deep, shuddering breath. The very sound of his words made her cunt weep with sweet, hot juices in anticipation. Oh yes, she did know and he was in total control. Just the tip of one finger eased between her silken lips and delicately traced up and down from her twitching pussy hole to her hard little clit. He circled the hot nub for several moments but denied his direct touch. He could feel her breathing harder, her back and sides softly expanding against his chest with each breath. The gentle assault between her lips was maddening and it was all she could do not to reach down and press his hand harder against her engorged pussy. Her sex throbbed and ached for him fuck her with his fingers! He rested his fingertip at her succulent opening and simply flicked his finger back and forth in a slow and lazy fashion. He smiled as he felt the muscles of her cunt trying to draw him in, so hungry, so needy.

He pulled his hand away from her hot flesh and reached over her side for a new angle from the front, having her leg still pulled back over his hip thus exposing her pussy. He smiled and simply rested his fingers on her lips ever so lightly. The feel of his warm fingers on her shaved labia, even motionless, was just as arousing his stroking moments before. Withholding any movement of his fingers fed her frantic need for stimulation and she began to softly moan, straining to keep her body still. Any touch from him was coveted, even if he continued to deny her. It thrilled her to no end to feel his control. Her arousal was inflamed by his abstention, and built her up into a frenzy until she began to whimper and plead with him, “Please, Sir, please play with me. Please rub my pussy and clit!” A heavy sigh rushed out of her as his fingers slid between her burning lips and dipped into her soaking cunt. He slowly pushed his fingers in deeply and slowly withdrew, deliberately tormenting her by sliding his thumb along her slit but avoiding her clit. He pulled his hand away and up to her face to trace her lips with his fingertips.

“Suck my fingers, baby. You’re absolutely sopping wet. I love to feel your cunt so wet for me. To whom do you belong?” he quietly asked but she could hear his need in his voice. He sounded so sexy to her and she shivered with excitement.

“I belong to you, Sir.” She greedily licked and sucked his fingers thinking of what he had just been doing with them, desperately wishing he would fuck her! Her swollen pussy throbbed so badly! He shifted away from her and pulled her onto her back. He slid his fingers from her watering mouth and lightly rubbed her stiff nipples. Pulling her to lie on her other side to face him he propped himself up on his elbow and pushed his thigh between her legs and rubbed on her soft, shaved mound coating his skin with her juices.

“Yes, you belong to me. Your beautiful tits are mine, your hot, tight cunt is mine. All of you belongs to me. Now, rub

my

cunt against my leg and maybe I’ll let you come for me.” He leaned down to her pale, luscious breasts and sucked one of her rosy buds into his mouth while he tightly pinched its twin. She groaned as he abused her nipples, loving the waves of pleasure coursing down her body to her twitching cunt. Wrapping her legs around his leg she pulled him in tighter and ground herself into him. The lips of her pussy spread and she whimpered as she felt her clit rubbing up and down against his muscular thigh.

She could feel every muscle in her body tighten with exquisite tension as her orgasm began to build. This was it! At last he would grant her release. She murmured to him, telling him how good his mouth felt on her tit, to suck her harder, please! She loved feeling his big, hard thigh squeezed between her legs. She began to pant with heated excitement as she thrust her hips up and down humping his leg with abandon. She moaned loudly and grabbed his shoulders with her hands.

“Please? Oh please, let me come now! I don’t know if I can hold it anymore,” her voice rose in pitch as she begged him.

“No,” he patiently refused her. She groaned harshly as she fucked his leg harder and dug her fingers into his arms.

“Please! Don’t do this to me, I need it! I’m begging you,” she began to cry. He reached down and pushed her legs away from him and settled his hand gently over her warm mound. He did not move his hand, merely rested it on her drenched, burning lips. “You’re making me crazy. Please?” she whimpered as the tears rolled down her temples into her hair. His hand was like a tuning fork resting easily over her mons, it seemed to hum with such intensity she could feel her orgasm about to explode. Her body shivered, suspended between her fight to hold back and her vehement need to let go. She sobbed as she felt him rise up and kneel over her. So lost in her profound need and frustration she barely noticed the bedside lamp being switched on.

He knelt between her legs and admired her. Her eyes were closed, her brows locked in a deep frown. Her hair was damp with sweat and tears and her skin was covered with a light sheen of perspiration. Her breath was ragged causing her large, round breasts to tremble softly. The flush in her face spread down to her tits. He was quite taken with the beautiful image he saw laying beneath him. Grasping his cock he dipped it between her sodden pussy lips and she jerked in surprise at the heat of his shaft rubbing her along cunt.

“Open your eyes. Watch me.” he softly commanded. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up at his face. There was such love in his eyes and his smile was so sensuous. His appearance was in such contrast to his actions. Yet she instantly melted with her love for him, knowing he felt as deeply about her. Although her pussy throbbed with impatience she was distracted with emotion and her intense desire to only please him. She badly needed to climax, her pussy was in such pain. But it was his will, his wishes that inspired her to please and obey him. He began to stroke his cock over her. She looked down and watched him. She loved the feel of the thick crown of his cock pushing against her. His fist slid back and forth on his thick, rigid shaft occasionally pounding against her, as well.

“Oh, yes, baby, I love to watch you stroke your beautiful cock. You’re so thick and hard!” she whispered encouragingly. Watching him made her so hot! She wanted so desperately to reach down and fuck his rod with her own hand. After several minutes he closed his eyes and his body stiffened as he grunted loudly. His hot cum burst, white and creamy, from his throbbing knob, painting her sanguine pussy with his essence. She watched with ardent pleasure as his cum spurted and spilled on her flesh. His throaty groans filled her with fiery passion and she raised her hips to catch every drop of his cum on her aching cunt. She could almost imagine the viscous fluid sizzling on her burning lips.

He slumped forward and propped him self on his hands above her. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. Then he kissed her hard plunging his tongue into her mouth with fervent passion. He rested by her side and pulled her into his arms sliding his thigh between her legs. She loved the damp, hot feel of his body against her flesh in the afterglow of his orgasm.

“You’ve been so good, baby. I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” her voice caught in her throat mixed with happiness and frustration. She snuggled against him as she unconsciously rubbed her cunt against his thigh. Her need was worse than ever and threatened to give way as she felt herself slowly losing the fight to obey and hold back her orgasm. Sensing she was on the verge of coming he abruptly pulled away from her and she groaned as she felt the cool air replace the warmth of his body. She watched him go into the bathroom and shut the door. She could not resist stroking her rock hard nipples and pinching them, luxuriating in continuing the sensations that made her pussy twitch. She reached between her legs and lightly rubbed her clit creating further heat and tremors from deep in her womb to her outer lips. She struggled to hold back her climax, waiting for him to return. So lost in her masturbation she didn’t notice the bathroom door slowly swing open. He stood there and watched her for several moments feeling his cock rise to attention once more.

“What do you think you’re doing?” his voice vaguely permeated the roar of her pounding pulse in her ears. She jerked her hands up and locked her fingers together over her chest. What could she say? She’d been caught, knowing at that instant she was pleasuring herself without his permission. Her thoughts briefly flashed to earlier in the evening when she was alone on the couch fingering her pussy and here she was, disobeying his rule again and caught in the act! Her heart hammered against her breast bone so hard her tits jiggled with each beat.

“I was waiting for you, Sir,” her voice trembled with nervous guilt. As he calmly returned to bed she instantly knew that he would not let her come and it was her own undoing. Opening the nightstand drawer he retrieved two leather cuffs and secured them around each of her wrists. Then he pulled a rope from the drawer and tied the cuffs to a ring on the headboard. She was free to lie on her back or roll onto either side, but her hands were captured above her. He crawled into bed and softly kissed her.

“Since you cannot refrain from touching what belongs to me without my permission you will remain tied until it’s time to get up and get ready for work. Go to sleep sweetheart and enjoy your dreams.”

“No, no, please, no,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry!”

“You belong to me. You only touch yourself when I choose. You know there are consequences when you decide to disobey the rules.” He kissed her again then snuggled next to her and drifted off to sleep. Through the rest of the night she could only manage to doze off and on. He had been too calm and ‘matter-of-fact’ causing her to fret about whether being tied all night was punishment or there might be more to come. She also vacillated between feeling indignant and a dire need to be allowed to come. Even in her vague dreams she felt him playing with her yet withholding her ultimate pleasure. When the alarm clock finally buzzed she felt exhausted. He reached over to turn it off then released her from her tedious bondage.

They showered together but she could not meet his gaze. Her body felt stiff and sore from being so tensed up all night and she felt emotionally drained and physically tired. He did sympathize somewhat and lovingly washed her body and even dried her off. Although that was what she usually did for her Master. He even cooked breakfast and served her as she sat at the table, still unable to look at him. She was very upset with him that he pushed her patience as he persisted in his denial. But she also felt as if she had let him down by disobeying the rules. As they gathered their things to go to work he pulled her into his arms and lovingly kissed her. Finally she looked up into his eyes and held back her tears. He smiled at her.

“Baby, you know I love you with my whole heart. You mean the world to me. I only ask your obedience to the rules that we have both agreed upon.” He pulled her tightly into him. “While you’re at work think about our love. Think about how much we mean to each other. You are such a wonderful woman. I’m so grateful that you belong to me.” He kissed her then led her to the door. They went to the garage and as he held her car door open for her she looked up and softly smiled at him.

“I love you,” she said as she pulled the door closed. As she drove to work she thought of his wonderful, warm hands caressing her body. She certainly understood the consequences of her actions. She shivered at the thought of his control and loved submitting to him. He really was so good to her, almost generous to a fault in so many ways. She was determined to show her obedience and couldn’t help grin in knowing that she would be greatly rewarded by his love for her.