It had been a whirlwind of a week.
Neither Anthony nor Sophie had left Sophie's place ever since that first night, except to go to work and back. They attempted to maintain a platonic facade within the confines of the laboratory, but once they arrived back at her house, it was as if a door blew open and they tumbled sideways into it, not reemerging until the shrill ring of the morning alarm clock pulled them temporarily out of their lust-fuelled dreams. Even then, Sophie would dress for work with whatever Anthony had laid out for her, just as they'd done the week before. Once, she found her designated bra and panties stained with cum - it thrilled her to carry a part of him with her to the office, hidden beneath her clothes.
Anthony had lost count of how many times he had cum that week. Sophie had cum exactly twice. After all, one of her requested kinks was orgasm control, and how could Anthony possibly deny such a charming lady her wish?
The day after their first tryst, they had made up a point system on the whiteboard in the study - Sophie had to reach 100 to earn each orgasm. Points would be added for good behaviour or certain tasks accomplished or agreed to, and points deducted for misbehaviour or failures. She was, unfortunately, currently at -20, for having orgasmed the night before at 80 points when Anthony had taken her from behind. That had reset her counter and received a 20 mark penalty, and Anthony had made a mental note that that was a position he should stay away from if he didn't wish her to cum.
It was a Saturday morning, and Sophie was determined to at least get back up to 0 today. She was up before Anthony, having been awakened by a wet dream, and was pulling out all the stops. Hair done and lips painted with a bright red lipstick that he had decreed on one of her work days ("This makes me look like a whore!" she had complained). Wrists cuffed in front of her, clamps squeezing her delicate nipples and attached to the cuffs by a short chain. His favourite corset laced as tightly as she could manage by herself, pulling her already slender waist in by a few inches. Thigh high leather boots with 5-inch stiletto heels. A buttplug with a tail swishing around her.
It was incredibly difficult to prepare breakfast in such a getup, she belatedly realized. The clamps tugged ferociously at her nipples whenever she used her hands, forcing her to contort her body to reach anything - a task made more difficult by the stiff posture enforced by the corset. The balls of her feet ached in the heels, and she could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs and onto the tops of her boots. God, was she horny already, even after last night? It was as if her sex drive had been awakened from a deep slumber, and it was HUNGRY. Insatiable. Consuming her every waking moment...
A whistle. "Wow." She turned around to see Anthony standing by the kitchen door, wearing nothing but boxer briefs. His hair was mussed with sleep, but his eyes seemed very much awake as they scanned her from head to toe, and his arousal was visibly straining against the briefs.
"Morning, Tony," she offered what she hoped came out as a throaty chuckle, and threw in a bare-bottom wiggle for good measure.
Anthony stepped forward, large hands encircling her cinched waist effortlessly. "Morning, my dear," he murmured, planting an unshaven kiss on her forehead. "What do we have here?"
"Breakfast. I was thinking... cereal with milk and eggs on toast?"
He cocked his head, glancing around the kitchen. She could almost see the gears in his head whirring. Uh-oh.
"I think I'd like some bacon with that. If you don't mind." The last sentence was thrown in with a roguish grin. Of course the bastard knew she 'wouldn't mind'.
Sophie glanced down at herself. "The bacon is on the top level of the freezer. Above my head."
Another kiss and a light tug at the tail attached to her buttplug, before he released her. "I know." Without further ado, he sat down at the table, pulling out the newspapers. "And strawberries in the cereal, please."
"Asshole," Sophie murmured under her breath, pulling the freezer open. Why had she put these infernal clamps on? Her nipples were aching and taut already, every tug on them amplified tenfold. Gritting her teeth, she stood on tiptoe as much as one can in 5-inch heels (not much), and reached up for the bacon.
She almost tugged the clamps clean off, but she made it.
Anthony was standing right behind her, almost startling her when she turned around. Jesus fucking Christ, that man moved like a cat. "What did you say, dear?"
"Noth-," Sophie began, but a large ballgag was shoved between her teeth at that moment, eliciting a yelped, "Ngghh?!"
"Minus 5 points," he reminded her pleasantly, tightening the strap behind her head.
"Nghhh..."
Having finished with the strap, he leaned forward to place his mouth just beside her ear, his morning stubble grazing her delicate skin. "Well, get on with it. If I catch you drooling into my breakfast, that'll be another 5 points, yes?"
Sophie glared daggers at him, then hurriedly tilted her chin upwards to catch a trickle of drool. Fuck.
It took about five times as long as usual, but she was finally done with the breakfast preparations. Buttplug-tail swishing behind her, she carried the tray to him with just a smidgeon of pride in the achievement.
He seemed to take pride in it, too. "Good girl." A hand reached up to tussle her hair, before he picked up the cutlery she had brought him and began eating.
