Nora's House

Nora Jennings - Summer 2024

It was Rob's wiggling around on the bed, likely confused by the restraints, that woke me up. I had shifted from sitting behind him to laying against his side, my head nestled under his left arm. I waited for him to settle down a bit, enjoying our physical closeness, before I spoke.

"Hey sweetheart, slept well?"

He looked at me, almost startled by my presence, but he blinked the sleep from his eyes and his features melted into a contented smile.

"Like a baby." This got a chuckle out of me. "I was a little surprised when I realized I can't move."

"Are you just surprised? Looks like you're enjoying yourself there." From where my head was laying I could see the covers tenting over his crotch. My teasing tone got to him and he turned into the cutest shade of red.

"It's just morning wood..." This felt like a challenge, so despite how nice it was being under the cover, cuddling his nude form, I pulled them to the ground with one swift motion.

I had lived with other men before, and the erection they got in the morning did not usually leave them throbbing helplessly into the air.

I had planned to fuck him yesterday, and he had decided to take that away from me, with his silly 'no touching' rule. Sure, I could have taken him anyway, tied up and defenseless as he was, but this would not have been a nice way to start the rest of our lives together. Still, I was tired of him lying to minimize the arousal I was able to make him experience. It was time to make him act on what his body obviously craved.

"That's it." The harshness of my tone surprised us both, his eyes widening.

Painfully I detached myself from Rob's warm body and the plush mattress. On my feet, I walked all the way to his restrained right arm, his gaze following me. Without waiting I undid the buckle on the strap, freeing his limb.

"Jerk yourself off."

"What?" He had been surprised before, now he was positively shocked.

"You heard me. Go ahead." My voice was soft but commanding, there was to be no discussion, I would have his orgasm.

He stayed frozen for a while, as if his hand was still in the leather shackle. But I made sure to keep my eyes trained straight into his, barely blinking. Finally he closed his mouth, swallowed and nodded, before reaching for his cock.

Slowly, he started stroking it. The restraints were still spreading his legs, as a result his balls had no support, hanging between his thighs, quivering with each of his moves. Though my eyes were roaming his entire body, each time they landed back on his face, our gazes would lock again for a few moments.

"Good boy." My words, spoken as an encouragement, sent him into overdrive. Suddenly his legs were pulling against the bonds, his eyes left mine as his back arched. His jerking went from slow and deliberate, to frantic.

Seeing him like that, so eager to obey, so susceptible to my voice, the frustration and nascent anger evaporated from my body. Rob was masturbating in my bed. I could not stay away and simply observe, I had to touch him, to feel him.

I climbed back up into the bed and once again sat behind him, pulling his head onto my lap. When they felt my hands upon him Rob's eyes opened to focus on my face and I was rewarded with a big, happy grin.

I ran my palms over his tensing skin. His cock was already leaking pre-cum and I could hear lewd sounds coming with each of his strokes. He would not last for long. But I wanted to be the one responsible for pushing him over the edge, I wanted to claim the first orgasm he would have with me.

"Come on baby cum for me."I was almost whispering, and he moaned, but he did not cum yet, I had to push harder. "Cum for Mommy."

He let out another loud moan, but his reaction was opposite from what I expected. I had one hand on his chest, the other stroking his face. And his only free hand flew from his cock to lay on top of mine pressing it even harder against his cheek. On the back of my palm I could feel his warm pre-cum, now wasted, and watched astonished as his cock quickly softened.

Rob, it seemed, was lost in another world, trying to press his head against my lap as hard as he could, rubbing my hand on his cheek. What was happening? How could one word have this much impact on him? I was starting to feel the familiar pricks of insecurity against my heart as his hardness subsided.

He was starting to come down from his high and I could see his eyes focusing back.

"Oh." He sounded even more surprised than I felt. "I'm sorry Nora, I don't know..."

"It's okay, I'm not mad." I cut him off, "I'll take care of you."

Pushing aside the disappointment that the loss of his erection was causing, I grabbed his arm and put it back in the restraint, while he was still drowsy. I then brought my right index and middle finger to his lips.

"Open your mouth for me sweetheart." My voice was overly sweet, fighting back the bitterness. And it worked, as he let me slip my fingers in. It was warm and wet, and I would have loved to just enjoy the sensation of his tongue on the sensitive pads of my fingers. But I had a goal in mind.

I pushed deeper, almost to the opening of his throat, and was not surprised to find he had no gag reflex. A few years ago such a discovery would have given me the usual 'ick' I felt whenever Rob's bisexuality came up, but now it just made me smile. The thought of him training to accommodate the length of other men was something that I would have to explore in the bath, or under my covers, later, alone.

"Get my fingers nice and wet, you're going to need it." He must have finally guessed my intentions, because his eyes bulged out. His tongue that had passively accepted my intrusion was now enthusiastically soaking my fingers. I could feel him tremble with excitement in my lap.

I could have enjoyed the tongue bath for a while, but I had an orgasm to take from him. I swapped my thighs with a pillow under his head, so he could watch me work without straining his neck, and made my way to sit between his legs.

His cock was looking sad, flopping on his firm belly, knowing it would be ignored. I placed my left hand under his butt, spreading his cheek a bit, before my two wet fingers made their way to his hidden hole. He twitched when they made contact, and let out a few lovely moans as I rubbed some of the moisture around.

Taking a deep breath I pushed my fingers in. As I expected they did not encounter much resistance. On the contrary it was almost as if they were being sucked in as soon as they had broken past the entrance. Soon I was surrounded by his warm, velvety insides.

I had never fingered someone's ass before, but I could not have imagined how different it was from doing it to my own pussy. It was such a powerful sensation, each of my slight moves creating ripples in his entire body, making me feel like I truly owned him.

But I could not let myself get distracted. I had read online about pleasuring a man that way when I had first decided to take Rob over, and I knew exactly what I was looking for.

There it was, behind his cock, a soft, rubbery ball. I was unsure at first, caressing it softly. But each touch would get a louder moan from Rob, giving me more courage to be rougher, which would in turn make go even wilder. That sinful, self-reinforcing cycle was making it harder and harder to keep my fingers on the right spot. He was thrashing around, his back arching, his feet digging into the mattress.

But I held firm, determined to drag him to his climax, kicking and screaming. I had been so absorbed by the sight of my fingers disappearing inside him that I had not raised my head for a while. But when he called my name, between two moans, I looked up at him. Our eyes met and he erupted, "Nora" on his lips.

His seed spurted all over his belly and chest, and I realized that I had been holding my breath. We both slumped a little, still under the shock of our shared experience. Almost without thinking, and while keeping my right fingers in him, my left hand went to his torso, to spread his cum, trying to knead it into his skin.

These soft touches made him smile at me. "Thanks Nora, that was a big one."

I would have chuckled, but I was too fascinated by the obscene display of my fingers rubbing the gooey globs between his finely sculpted abs.

"I can see that." I sounded even more breathless than him.

"I've never had a woman make me cum with my ass before, this is different." I had no doubt that he knew how proud his words would make me feel. My insecurities from earlier had vanished, and I felt warmth in my chest. I had been able to claim one of his firsts. Even if it was unconventional.

"Are you okay?" Now that the excitement was beginning to fade, I really wanted to go wash my hands. But I remembered how he had almost dropped from his submissive headspace and back into panic the day before.

He simply nodded. I gently pulled my fingers out, still pressing my left hand into his lower belly. Before dashing to the bathroom.

When I came back he was following me with his eyes, a serene smile on his lips, looking so incredibly satisfied. I began to unshackle him.

"Once you're free, I'm going to go take a bath. Your bag from Friday is in the guest bedroom. You can put some clothes on." I had tried to sound as motherly as possible, but when I heard him whimper at the notion of getting dressed again, I let out a girly laugh. "Or don't, you do you. But I do not want you to wash up."

It would be only the two of us for the whole morning, and the idea of Rob running around with my cum from last night and his from this morning was titillating.

"Then you go to the kitchen and get to work on making pancakes. I want them ready when I get out of the bath."

I had been scared that he could have been bruised by spending so much time strapped down, but his skin was intact. When I was done freeing him, I leaned over his smelly chest to plant a kiss on his forehead. "Come on. Get to work, chop chop!"

I snorted when he rushed off the bed and out the bedroom, his cute butt jiggling.

The past twenty four hours, full of Robbie time, had been highly satisfying, but I felt drained and in high need of some Nora time. Yesterday I had been able to sneak in a milking, but now that I had no naked prisoner in my bed to distract me, the feeling of fullness in breasts made its presence known again.

I had stashed my electric pump in the master bathroom's cupboard, and laid it out as the tub was filling. When it was ready, I happily sank into the warm water, quickly washing my upper body before I put on the specially designed bra that enabled me to use the pump without holding it. To make sure Rob would not overhear the sound of the electric motors, I had brought a wireless speaker for my phone.

Laying in the warm water, with the suction cup working on my nipples and listening to one of my favorite podcasts, was heavenly. My head was now full of naughty memories that would come in handy next time I needed to relieve myself, but for this morning I was already satiated.

When there was nothing more to pump, and the water turned from hot to mild, I decided that it was time to get out. I put on a pair of fresh leggings, and a sweatshirt, with nothing under, and laid out the outfit I would put on for lunch.

I then went to the guest bedroom. Unsurprisingly, Rob had not even opened the bag. I checked what he had brought, but nothing there would do with what I had planned for the rest of the day. We would have to drop by his apartment. I still pulled out a t-shirt and shorts that he would wear on the way there.

The sweaty shirt he had discarded the day before had been safely spirited away, and he would probably never see it again. It would be more useful to me on a lonely night anyways.

As I made my way down the stairs I caught the smell of Rob's cooking. I found him in the kitchen, wearing an apron, and nothing under, obviously. The contrast between his toned body and the frilly apparel was tantalizing.

He grinned when he saw me and pointing at the apron, said. "Turns out putting oil on a pan bare chested is not such a great idea." I smiled and sat at the kitchen bar, watching him finish the last few pancakes, his back completely exposed to me.

I loved how casually he approached his nudity now. How easy it was for us to be around each other, despite the stark difference in our state of undress. This would have felt completely alien only a week ago.

"Oh by the way, there was only almond milk left in your fridge. I hope the pancakes still turn out alright." I was lucky he was not looking at me, blushing as I was at my oversight.

I would usually keep cow milk at all times, to avoid incidents like these. My own milk would be stored in a transparent plastic bottle shaped like a regular carton. Any excess would be stashed in the back of the freezer.

I shrugged, trying to sound casual. "I'm sure you're doing great."

When he was done, I instructed him to get set up in front of the TV, playfully slapping his butt as he passed near me, which made him both laugh and squirm. As soon as he was out of sight, I rushed to the freezer to store this morning's harvest, that I had hidden inside the front pocket of my sweatshirt.

I joined Rob in the living room, he was already sitting on the sofa, the TV turned on to some mindless morning show. We ate the pancakes in silence, which had turned out great by the way, yay me, enjoying the blissful domesticity of the moment.

When he was done eating, Rob produced his phone, where had he stored it, and seemed absorbed by it. He absent-mindedly turned on the couch and placed his naked feet on my lap. I grabbed his legs and lifted them, slipping my own under.

We were both sitting at one end of the couch, facing each other, my legs under his. Without saying a word, he spread his thigh a little to let my feet rest in a more natural position, between them. I could feel his cock and balls pressing against my socks, his own rule apparently forgotten for the occasion.

"Your feet are cold." He sounded so casual, I could not help but smile. I picked up my tablet from the table and started working on a new sketch, trying to immortalize him in this perfect moment, snapping a few pictures for reference.

"What are you reading?" He had not lifted his head from his screen, which made me really curious.

"A friend of mine, from college, has just published an article. We've not talked in years. It's really brilliant." I was surprised by his earnest tone.

"Oh? What's it about?" Please, please, do not get too technical, I'm being polite.

"Basically she's exploring new cryptographic algorithms. For passwords and stuff. I know it sounds boring but it's really not." She? With my ex I would have probably gotten a tinge of jealousy at his admiration. But with Rob anyone consenting and with a pulse was a potential partner. Maybe this was why I did not feel particularly jealous in this instance, my baseline was much higher with him.

"You should send her a message. Congratulate her."

"You think? It wouldn't be weird?" He could be so shy at random times. I could not believe this was the same person that had handed me the panties of a complete stranger on Friday night.

"I'm sure she'll like it." More like it would be the event of her week. Getting a random message from the hottie that she knew back in college. Tough for her though, he was naked on my couch, covered in a mix of both our cum and sweat.

Eventually this magical moment had to end, it was time for us to take off. I put on the outfit I had selected, a white blouse tucked into a high-waisted, flowy, beige skirt that came to the middle of my calves.

I had Rob put on his t-shirt and shorts. And explained that we needed to drop by his house to get something appropriate for him to wear.

"What are we doing anyway? Going to church?" He was joking for now.

"Uhm, something like that. My Dad invited me for lunch today and I told him I was bringing someone." His face dropped.

"Do they know I'm the one you're bringing?" My parents had never understood why Rob and I had not dated when I had first introduced him to them, years ago. Of course I could not reveal why things had not worked out, so they assumed he was the one at fault.

"They'll probably have guessed, who else am I spending any time with apart from you?"

He nodded and I watched him get dressed. The shorts I had picked had no pockets, so I stashed his phone in my purse. We took my car and got to his place in tense silence.

I hated Rob's apartment. He had lived here ever since we had met, and it still felt so impersonal, cramped yet almost empty. If I had my way, he would not stay here too much longer.

"Go shower, you stink." My harsh words were undercut by my tone and warm smile, and Rob chuckled. I was sad that he would wash away my claim over him, but this smell would not do at my parents'.

I went to his bedroom and was overwhelmed for a second. Was it my imagination or could I smell a feminine scent lingering over the sheets? I was about to go check, when right on cue, Rob's phone buzzed in my purse.

I fished it out, entered the pin and was greeted by a message from Emma.

Emma: Hey Rob! Friday was so much fun! How are you doing? :D

I pulled out my own phone from the bag and transferred the pictures I had snapped of Rob, naked on the couch earlier, to his phone. I was not thinking about what I was doing, acting on pure instinct.

Rob: sorry emma, rob is busy

With that text I sent her the photo that I felt showcased him the best. I waited for an instant, to see if she would answer immediately but the phone remained silent.

I started to rummage through Rob's closet. I instantly knew what I wanted him to wear, black slacks and a white dress shirt, no tie. But would I set out some more outfits and have him model them for me, and maybe Emma too, via text? Checking the time on my phone I decided there was no time, but I made a mental note that a fashion show would be fun.

The phone buzzed.

Emma: OMG Nora?

Rob: yes!

Emma: This is so funny!

Emma: What are you two up to?

Rob: lunch at my folks

Rob: what do you think of this outfit

I sent her a picture of the clothes arranged on the bed.

Emma: I'd rather see them on him

Just as I was about to answer, Rob entered the room, his skin flushed from the shower, his hair still damp.

"Drop the towel." He was not surprised and started to obey almost immediately. "Wait no, undo it but hold it on your junk." I pulled the phone to snap a picture. Recognizing his phone a boyish grin appeared on his face.

"What's going on?" He sounded more amused than annoyed.

"I'm texting with Emma." I said, staring back at the screen. The picture was perfect. He looked incredible. I sent it without waiting.

Rob: i prefer him without clothes ;)

"You're unbelievable." He was already putting on the outfit I had chosen.

We got back in the car, Rob was driving, I was texting Emma. I did not have any more racy pictures of him, so the semi sexting turned into an actual conversation. I gathered that she was lonely on the weekends now since her boyfriend had recently broken up with her. On her hand she was curious about Rob and I, especially about what our relationship was.

It hurt a little bit to realize that the only label I was sure of was "friend". It seemed so complicated, especially compared to my parents. My Mom had moved from Puerto Rico, gotten a degree to be a nurse, and in her first week at the hospital met my dad, who was doing some renovations on one of the floors. They were married a year later, I was born the year after that.

I was starting to get a little down, but I looked over at Rob. Feeling my gaze on him, he turned to smile at me. Things would be alright.