The following story isn't non-consent, but has some of those vibes. If that bothers you, read a different story.
I woke a few minutes early and silenced the alarm. I could think of better ways to start the day than electronic chimes. Begging, for instance.
I ran a hand up and down, gently stroking Lila's skin under the blanket. Thigh to hip to ribs and back down again. She sighed softly, beginning to wake, and snuggled back into me as best as she could. The straps at her wrists and ankles didn't let her get very far.
I could tell when she woke enough to feel the restraints; her legs and arms tensed as she pulled against them, and she let out a little whimper. I could have moved forward, given her more contact without reminding her how helpless she was. I didn't. I smiled, and pulled her back to spoon me more firmly.
I continued my gentle caresses, not quite tickling. I took my time, enjoying the textures of her skin. Smooth and firm on her thighs, with a sprinkling of hair. Softer on her belly, and soft and very fine grained over her ribs. Her breasts had their own delightful texture, full and heavy as I kneaded the topmost one. Lila squirmed, trying to convince me to touch her nipple.
Instead I ran a hand across her stomach and down, skimming the crinkles of hair before returning to her breast. When I finally twisted her nipple gently, her whimper held equal parts delight and desperation.
"The denial is doing wonders for you, pet," I whispered into her ear. "So eager for any touch I give you. I've barely even touched you and I bet you're already dripping."
It had been almost 3 weeks since she'd cum. She wore a chastity belt daily, and I tied her to the bed each night. By now any touch, any kiss, any hint that I might want to make use of her had her eager and willing.
I knew, of course, that if she'd really wanted to disobey me and get herself off she could have. The cuffs were connected with simple carabiners, in case of emergencies or nighttime bathroom breaks. She could slip a hand under the belt, given a little effort and a willingness to have a sore wrist. Hell, she could probably have stolen the key from me, or picked loose the safety tag on her emergency key. All the locks and ties really only served to remind her that I controlled when, where, and if she was allowed pleasure.
As I twisted her nipples (I'd brought my other hand into play) Lila wriggled, pressing against me, rubbing her thighs together, seeking any sensation she could get. When I pinched them she hissed, and I heard a muttered "asshole" in it.
"Hmmm? What's that? You want me to stop?" I pulled my hands away.
"Nooo, nononono pleeeeeaaaaase..."
"Please what?"
I could practically hear her grimace. She hated asking for what she wanted, particularly if it meant using "dirty" words.
"Please... keep being an asshole to me?"
I chuckled, then squeezed both nipples hard enough to make her yelp and writhe. But she still worked her hips back and forth.
I didn't have much time left, but enough for what I wanted. I rolled to the side and opened the drawer of the night stand, reaching for what I thought of as my "work cock". Not that I could wear it to the office without an HR complaint, but Lila had called it that once, and the name stuck. A few moments fumbling with the straps, one more addition from the drawer, and I was ready to go.
I was pretty sure Lila, although she was still facing away from me and wearing her sleep mask, knew what I was doing from the sounds. She certainly didn't seem surprised when I snuggled up behind her and eased my cock between her legs.
"I'm going to give you a choice, Pet. Are you ready?"
"Mmmmm"
"My cock is going in you. You get to pick which hole. Either I untie you, put you on your knees, and you use your pretty mouth on me, or I roll you onto your back and fuck your needy little cunt. What am I going to do to you, Pet?"
Lila wiggled, grinding herself back and forth on my cock. I resisted the urge to slide into her from behind and take her that way. I had plans.
"Please... do whatever you want to me. Either, My Love."
