He had climaxed without authorization. If he were one of the OTHER people I played with, I'd have beat him scarlet and tied his dick up with extra rough 7/8" jute rope for a transgression like that. But I was here as a favor to a friend, as a distraction for Dave, not as a true Dominatrix. It was a bitch, having to walk on eggshells like this.
"Put your fingers in me, baby, while you relax," I said. I didn't want him to lose his focus and start talking about comic books and science fiction TV series, which were his first loves. Gods forbid. It had been a thoroughly graceless evening so far, and this was par for the course. He'd spent a solid 15 minutes fucking around with the stereo in the bedroom, trying to get a CD to play through the cheap speakers, only to eventually announce that he'd have to put some music on in the living room and turn it up real high. Mr. Smooth. I really need music to fuck to – it inspires my mood, makes me lose track of time. And early on, he'd been moody and petulant about the fact that Sarah was out on her date – he nearly turned it into a whiny counseling session before I suggested that I'd heard he had some toys in a bedroom drawer and would love to see them...
Now less than an hour later, here we were, already having to work up to Round Two, and my pussy was tingling with frustration. I'd had to be all about him this whole time. Now his fingers were moving slowly in and out of me, and again I had to grudgingly admit that he had some skills. He crooked one finger slightly to slide against my g-spot on the way by, not too hard, and circled his thumb over my clitoris. He was still bound, so he struggled a bit with the angle, but I wasn't going to make him keep it up for too long.
I reached for the short flogger and draped it around his thighs, whisking gently back and forth. His legs trembled a bit, and his cock actually started to stir, just barely. Good.
"Nice, baby, very nice," I cooed and meant it. His fingers were doing skillful little things to me and a glimmer of hope for climax shone in the distance. But maybe I'd tease myself for a bit first. We had plenty of time.
I whisked him a bit with the flogger, using the threat and suspense of that tool so close to his vulnerable balls to take him up a notch. His fingers stayed active, and I felt my heat rising around them as he moved back and forth between quick deep thrusts and little circles of a fingertip around my clit. We were both moaning now, if for different reasons. Little tongues of fire flickered around my pussy, and heat spread through my thighs. I pinched my own nipples, hard, and let my lips play around the handle of the flogger I still held.
No fucking way was I going to suck his cock, since among other things it would take him up into another premature liftoff again, and besides, I liked something a bit thicker in pretty much any of my orifices. But I needed the feel of something. The padded vinyl bicycle-handle end of my favorite short flogger (I'm the sort of grrrl who has her own personal toy designer, bless him, and a creative motherfucker he is, too...) was a nice smooth treat for my mouth as I rocked back and forth on Dave's fingers. I pictured a big Viking boy, wide-shouldered, maybe 6'5", grabbing the back of my head and rocking my mouth onto his huge cock as he chanted, "Do it bitch. Suck it. Do it bitch..." It was working.
Okay. I was hot again, and I was ready to play. I didn't want to come yet. I wanted to despise Dave just enough to play with him for a good bit longer, and if I came I might feel too amiable to fuck with him any more.
I turned him over on his hands and knees, still bound at the wrists. His chest was all the way down on the bed, so just for good measure I looped the rope back up on the headboard again. The lube had gotten knocked on the floor, and as I retrieved it I spotted the long black rubber dildo he'd managed to direct me to earlier. Another annoying moment from earlier in the evening – he was already tied up, and here I am searching around the disorderly dresser drawers for the various sex toys. Not there? Well, try that third drawer on the left, then... Okay, wait, maybe it's in... What kind of fucknut doesn't remember where he keeps his toys? There's something particularly unsexy about rooting around in someone else's socks and t-shirts. It had taken me a while to get back in the mood after that.
The dildo in question was very specifically designed for back door work – a weird handle shaped like a naked lady (gads), ending in a solid 10 inches of tapering, flexy black rubber, maybe an inch and a half thick at the base and fingertip-thin at the end. Nicely designed, I thought, although with a guy like this I'm always tempted toward the more, let's say, punitive thicknesses in my toys. In this case I was wishing for a nightstick... But this would do, and might be interesting.
His cock and balls dangled down between his spread thighs, and I grabbed a scarf laying nearby and wrapped it randomly but snugly around his package: base of the cock, then both cock and balls, then wrapped the loose ends up around his shaft several times. That would help the blood flow a bit, get him hard faster. He moaned, first in surprise and then perhaps a bit worried about how tightly I was wrapping him. Perhaps he was aware enough to notice that I was a teency bit annoyed. Then I squeezed out some gel into my hand, trying desperately to think of some distracting patter to get him back into the mood again.
"You know how I am," I cooed. "I can't stay away from this ass, can't get enough of that sensation... maybe you'll let me in again, if I go real, real slow?" I circled my fingers around his hole, hoping he'd maybe be fooled into thinking it was my tongue. Little licks, little invasions in, just half an inch and out again, fingertip flickers... He was responding. I pulled the ends of the scarf loose and stroked his cock, which was, praise be, getting good and hard.
Hm. This toy was pretty wobbly. I set the rubber tip against his ass and he moaned, but I wanted more inspiration. "Feel that? Feel that up against you? Can you tell how much I want to fuck you? Want to shove it deep, all the way up? You want me to give it to you, baby?"
Oh yes my lady, oh yeah, blah blah blah. Better. He was getting genuinely enthusiastic again. "Show me," I said. Move back against it, put it in you, take it." He strained his hips back against the dildo and I realized I was going to have to steady it in the middle – it was so flexible it just bent, rather than going in. I grabbed it and shoved against him, sending it another inch or two. He moaned rewardingly. I sent it in a bit more and quickened my hand, banging him fast and intense for a few seconds and then pulling it all the way out. He howled, and his hips bucked back trying to find the wand again. I slid my hand up and down on his cock a few times, reminding him of THAT part, and he moaned gratifyingly, thrusting into the air. Nice and hard now. Good.
