Andy's Privilege

In the last chapter, gave in to Julie's kinky demands. While she enjoyed the afterglow, she made Andy wait, inches from heaven.

As ridiculous as it was, I did as Julie ordered. I just stayed there on the floor on my hands and knees with my face wedged between her thighs.

While Julie took in the most recent Succession, all I could think about was using my mouth to make her cum again and again. My cock dripped and oozed in frustration. Heaven was inches away. Would I ever get there?

My knees hurt and my back was a bit sore by the time Succession was over, Julie opened her legs and pushed me away. "Time for bed, Andy."

"But I'm not tired."

"What if I tuck you in?" she said, winking.

That sounded promising, if a little vague. "Yeah?"

"C'mon." She took my hand, pulled to my feet and led me to my own bedroom by the hand. I wasn't sure what to do next. "Get undressed, Andy!" Julie coaxed. I took off my shirt and pants. I took Julie's hand and pulled her toward my bed.

"Stop it Andy!" Julie shook my hand off angrily. "I don't like that behavior from you!"

"What behavior? I thought we were going to bed together."

"Listen, Andy," Julie said, lifting my chin with her hand. "I really like you and I love what we just did. You made me feel like a queen. And you liked it, too, didn't you?" She touched me through my boxer shorts. "I know you did."

"Sure, yes, Julie. I loved it, too."

"Then you will love what I'm planning. If...." She touched my nose with the tip of her forefinger. "...you....do....as....I....tell....you. Right, Andy?"

"Yeah, right, Julie"

"OK, let's get these off." Julie yanked my boxers down to my knees. "Take 'em off." I stepped out the boxers. "

My stiff cock stuck pointed straight ahead. She stirred her finger in the air and I started to turn clockwise. "Stop! Face the wall and don't move."

She gave me a firm shove between the shoulders and I fell forward, bracing myself against the wall with my hands. I felt her hand on my ass. "Mm-hmm. Nice." she let her hand slide down over my butt until she was cupping one cheek. She squeezed hard, digging her nails into my skin. I took in a sharp breath.

"That's good, baby," she said, her hand snaking between my thighs to grab my balls. "Take the pain for me." She pulled and squeezed firmly, making me pant to avoid crying out. She reached around with her other hand and grasped my penis.

"Oh, god!" I moaned. "Please, Julie, please...." She took her hands away.

"Turn around." Her eyes widened as she looked at my dripping cock. "OK! Well, I can see we'll need to take care of that. Hop into bed and let me fix it."

"But Julie, aren't you going to take off your clothes?"

"Well, Andy, I'm really awfully shy about my body...." Just as quickly as her anger had flared, now she now appeared apologetic and vulnerable. "... but if you get into bed and turn your head, I'll take off my clothes."

She turned back my sheets and patted the bed. I got in and she pulled the sheet tight over my body and tucked it tightly under the mattress. Very tightly, I realized. I was practically mummified. I could have wriggled free, but it would have been an effort. Besides, I found being immobilized both comforting and exciting.

Julie leaned over me and put a hand on my chest. "Thank you, Andy." She rose. "Turn your head away." I faced the wall. In a moment, she said, "You can look." I turned my head to face the room. Julie had pulled off her t-shirt and jeans. But she had not removed her panties or bra.

"Aw, Andy, you're disappointed, aren't you?" Julie made a mocking sad face. "I know you want to see me completely naked, but that will have to wait." She sat on the edge of my mattress. "Seeing me in my bra and panties is a privilege, Andy, not a right. Do you understand?"

"I guess so, Julie." But I didn't. She did look sexy in her underwear. And it was her choice, of course. But I did not understand a thing. Not yet.

"What do you say when someone gives you a privilege, Andy?"

"Thank you, Julie. You look very pretty."

"Aww, gee." she sighed.

Julie lay down beside me, outside the sheet that held me pinned to the mattress. Her weight on the sheet bound me even more tightly to the bed. She gently stroked my forehead as she spoke to me. "I told you how much I loved what you did with my toes. I almost had an orgasm just from that. I only needed a little help from my hand to cum really hard. But I've never had sex like that before. I mean masturbating with a guy down on his knees sucking my toes because I told him to. Have you?"

I was confused. Was she asking whether I had sucked toes or had my toes sucked? Either way, it didn't matter.

"No. Never." I could feel the pressure and heat of her body through the sheet between us.

"And it was good for you, too, right?" She rolled over so that she could look into my face. "You liked helping me cum like that, didn't you?" I was aware of her breast against my arm. I couldn't move, couldn't touch her. I felt her breath on my face.

"Well, yes, very exciting, but......"

"But you need me to take care of this." She stroked my straining cock, clearly outlined under the sheet, but just once. "Don't you, Andy?"

I groaned. "Yes, please, Julie."

"You want me to take care of your cock for you?"

"Oh, god, yes, please."

"You want me to be in charge of your cock, Andy?" She resumed her maddeningly delicate touch of my cock. "Say it, baby."

- to be continued.