Wiced Mood

Wicked Mood

By Quinn Klaxon

PART I

Long before they met in person, she knew he was special. Not more than two sips of her latte into their first face-to-face meeting, she felt satisfied that he might be the one. She finished her coffee and took his hand, "Come with me," she said.

That moment seemed long ago. Now, she had him in her bedroom. After gentle coaxing, she convinced him to remove his clothing and lay back on her bed. She lay next to him and told him what might happen if they continued, as she played with his chest hair. Her voice was comforting and convincing. She told him that he might find the experience difficult, but that it would be memorable. His erection grew with the lullaby of her voice. It didn't take long for him to relent to her handiwork.

His naked body stretched across her bed. The leather cuffs provided comfort and terror. She pulled his wrists and ankles tightly to the four corners of the bedframe. He tested her knots and could barely move. The fear and excitement of being her captive poured through his mind and made the head of his cock tighten.

She played with his body. Nothing rushed. She dragged her fingernails across his stomach and thighs, lightly caressing his heavy balls. Brushing his cock, she slowly played him. He tried to push his hips upward for more friction, but her bondage pinned him down. She enjoyed this phase. Barely touching his penis, as if each stroke were accidental. After a long while, she gradually intensified her touch. Feather touches turned to light stroking. She tightened her grip around his shaft... slightly. She brushed her palm over the tightening flesh on the head of his cock. His thoughts twirled with desire.

With soft fingers, she tickled his flesh. Her fingertips danced along his erection, which now pointed helplessly at the ceiling. She knew it was time to lubricate his shaft, but she felt the urge to climb on top of him and straddle his thighs with hers. She leaned forward and draped her hair over his chest. Slight movements tickled his nipples to hardness. She leaned forward and kissed them. He shuddered in response. He yelped when she bit his tiny nipples. She gripped them between her teeth and pulled. He protested, but his cock surged with excitement.

"This one will be fun to play with," she thought.

PART II

He tried desperately to hold still as she had instructed but couldn't resist quietly bucking his hips up and down. He hoped she would forgive him for his mostly involuntary disobedience. His verbal responses were barely audible but clearly full of lust. Concerned that she might view him as weak, he tried to tamp down the feeling that he was losing control. His efforts were defeated by his body's instinctive responses. He writhed and strained against the cuffs and rope that held him tightly. Tied down with his limbs spread impossibly wide, he wasn't going anywhere until she decided otherwise.

He felt embarrassed by the uncontrollable display of wantonness she coaxed from him. His mind grew dizzy with sexual intoxication. He tried to gather his voice, but his words were barely coherent. "Pleeeaaase?" he softly begged.

"Please what, Quinn?" she asked.

Her question echoed in his mind. "Please what?" He realized that he had no idea what he wanted. All he knew was that the intense pleasure she administered felt overwhelming, drowning him in sensory overload. He let out a confused whimper of nothingness, and she smiled.

She had been with men who wanted to be teased and tormented. One in particular, with whom she had been many times, provided her a template to experiment and further her innate talent to drive a man wild. She had learned how to read a man, watching his eyes, listening to verbal cues, observing his tensing muscles and pulsing cock. Accidental orgasms were no longer part of her regimen, and Quinn would pay for challenging her expertise.

She carefully dripped lubricant over the head of his cock. "Never too much lubrication," she thought. She manipulated him closer and closer to climax. She tantalized him with feathery strokes across his arms and legs. She dusted his stomach with tiny touches. Eventually, she focused on his straining cock. He jumped in his bonds, as she lightly tickled his balls. He wanted desperately to hold out and show her that he could refrain from cumming, a feat that others had failed. She knew better, however. His fate to coax or deny his orgasm was in her hands. She played him like an instrument of abandoned desire.

He took a deep breath and mustered a plea, "Please, Miss Kay, I can't take any more." His voice drifted in agony.

She smiled and purred, "I know you can't, Quinn. Stop fighting and try to relax. We're just getting started. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

He tried to follow her instructions and give in to the sensations, but his mind betrayed him. The intensity of her oily fingertips gliding along his erection was too intense. He tried to relax his muscles, but the moment was fleeting before giving in to his single-minded determination to orgasm. He felt he was failing her. Her electric touch made him shiver. He wanted nothing more than to surrender, but she was driving him mad. A wave of pleasure washed over him again. "So close! Just a few more strokes," he thought, and raised his hips, silently begging for more. Instead, she pulled her hand away to give him a short rest, and he groaned in agony.

She could tell he was struggling and offered words of encouragement, "That's it, sweetheart. You're doing great. Just let it happen."

"I'm sorry," he whimpered.

She laughed and touched a fingertip to his lips, "Shhh, don't apologize. You're doing fine. This is supposed to be difficult for you."

She continued with soft touches up and down his shaft. She grabbed his cock firmly and drew small circles around the head of his cock with the palm of her hand. The friction across his urethra made him jump. The intensity was excruciating. He didn't know if he wanted more or for her to stop and lock him into a chastity cage.

His cock head ballooned in her grip. His erection looked swollen and purple. "Poor boy," she thought and released his cock for a moment of respite. She ran her fingers through the soft hair covering his stomach and then across his nipples. Her touch was delicate. His cock waved furiously, even though she no longer stroked it.

"Oh God," he moaned, confused by his arousal. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. She rose to her knees and allowed her damp pussy to hover over his straining penis. She brushed her pussy lips across his cock head, threatening to let him enter. She pressed her lips against the tip of his cock and held him there, rocking back and forth, rubbing his cock head across her wetness. She did not allow him inside her.

"Hold still!" she commanded. The forcefulness of her voice surprised him. He dared not to disobey. His cock twitched against her, begging for attention. She smiled and held him still. "That's a good boy," she cooed. She brushed a fingertip across her clit and moaned with delight. "That's as close as you'll get to fucking me," she taunted.

She climbed back down between his legs and resumed her gentle stroking. "You didn't think we were done, did you? We have until morning."

Quinn's cock twitched with panic. Surely, she was joking. He had been her captive since midmorning. There was no way he could last until nightfall, let alone morning. She dragged her manicured nails down his shaft, sending shockwaves through his body. He moaned in protest, as she stroked him to the edge again and again. He was her plaything, and she was in a wicked mood.

PART III

She raked her fingertips through his hair and locked her eyes onto his. "Look me in the eye, Quinn!"

The sternness in her voice awakened him. His skin tingled. He tried to quiet his ragged breath. Her affect was simple and dramatic. He was falling under her spell. He looked away in embarrassment. She felt a surprising twinge of sympathy for him.

"Look at me, Quinn!" she reminded him, "Try to relax and enjoy the sensations."

She stroked his hair and traced her fingers around his ears and along his neck. His skin felt prickly. He quivered beneath her touch. He erupted in sounds of pleasure and anguish. She looked at his swollen cock. "Oh crap!" she blurted, "I forgot the cock ring!" She reached to the nightstand and grabbed the small steel ring. She had to relubricate his cock in order to slide it fully to the base of his shaft. "He wasn't kidding about the magic of that ring," she thought. Quinn's cock bulged inside the tight steel ring. Blood surged to harden his erection, and the ring securely trapped it. His cock grew purple with need.

She resumed her tender assault. She didn't know exactly what was special about him but found herself wanting to push things further than she had in the past. Her mind raced with thoughts of fully capturing him and wondered what might happen between them.

"You're doing great," she smiled, "Do you want me to continue?"

His voice cracked, "Yes... please!"

Her soft touches and occasional kisses on the head of his cock made him ache with need. Maddeningly, she seemed to sense when she needed to back off his cock and direct her attention elsewhere. She was a mind-reader. Each time he felt several strokes away from a volcanic release, she stopped what she was doing, lingering with teasing light touches but denying what he needed to push him over the edge. His muscles trembled. His voice uttered soft pleas of desperation. She found her rhythm and deeply enjoyed Quinn's agony. His pleading grew more sincere, and she smiled with satisfaction.

"Pleeeaaase, Miss Kay!" he begged, "Please don't stop!"

"Quinn," she answered, "I have no intention of stopping. I already told you that we have until morning."

His nerve endings were on fire. She again lubricated his cock and stroked him until he quivered. The feelings were so intense that he could barely breathe. Then, she stopped again. Pacing was everything. She calmed him down, let him rest for a moment, and started over. Her method was maddeningly.

She was amazed at how hard his cock remained. Even when she stopped touching him, his erection strained and pulsed for a long while before deflating to half-mast. She wanted him at full attention and reminded herself to shorten his rest periods. "No more half-erect penis," she thought. Another few minutes of sensual stroking brought clear pre-cum dribbling from his urethra. She touched the fluid with her fingertip and spread it over his cock head. The intense sensation sent him thrusting toward the ceiling. After tormenting just the head of his cock for a few moments, she stopped and gazed in amazement at his quivering cock, leaking and pleading for her attention.

The scene was so hot. She loved the dynamic they created. Her talents reduced his body to a ticking timebomb of sexual energy. So close to cumming. So many times. So close to the edge. She had done this to others, but no one had responded this way. She realized that the slightest mistake or lack of attention on her part would send Quinn spiraling over the edge. He would have no prayer of controlling himself. She needed to be extra careful. The moment was glorious.

She expertly teased him with her fingers and tongue. Her touch was soft and patient. Her gentleness confused the fact that she was torturing him. He trembled uncontrollably, no longer able to muster his strength or bravado. He filled the room with sweat and sound, mostly incoherent, all desperate.

"I know," she tried to sooth him, "It's overwhelmingly difficult, isn't it? Just one more little touch. That's what you want isn't it, Quinn?"

"Pleeeaaase!" he murmured. "I... I ache so badly."

"Awww, so needy and desperate," she cooed. "I like you this way. There's no way we're stopping."

She felt herself leaking between her thighs. Her excitement filled the bedroom with the scent of arousal. She loved feeling this way. She gazed down to see Quinn fighting back tears of frustration.

"Poor baby," she whispered, "Can you hold still for me while I touch you? Can you do that for me?"

He bit his lower lip and nodded.

She traced a fingertip along the length of his shaft. His cock twitched in response. Such a light touch but she had him on edge. "Good boy!" she praised, "Doesn't that feel good?"

With a devilish smile, she leaned down licked the underside of his cock. It was so sensitive down there. The sensation was almost too intense. His cock spasmed with pleasure. She stopped abruptly, denying him the stimulation he needed. His cock throbbed angrily. He silently begged for the touch that would crash him over the edge. She led him to a precipice but gave him no more helpful friction. His orgasm was trapped inside him. His semen bubbled into the base of his shaft before receded into his groin until the feeling was gone. He had never felt so close to orgasm without completion. The feeling was pure madness.

He had never felt anything like this. The physical exhilaration stoked an emotional toll. He felt the anguish of futility. She had taken something vital from him that he couldn't explain or comprehend. The thought that she has turned him into a wadded ball of sexual desperation was too much to bear. He unsuccessfully tried to hold back tears of quiet frustration.

She raked her nails along his quivering hips and sweetly taunted him, "Awww, you were right there, weren't you Quinn? Don't worry, we're just getting started."

She allowed him a few minutes to regain his composure and softly asked, "All better now? Let's try that again."

Quinn swallowed hard.

Once again, Kay's fingertips wickedly teased his cock, provoking a tormented whimper. Smiling sweetly she purred, "We're going to have so much fun tonight!"

PART IV

Quinn's mind tumbled numbly. He had made some ill-advised decisions in the past, but things usually worked out in his favor. Kay was not the first domme he had met online and later in person, but there was something unique about her. She possessed a seductiveness that captured him right away. She was playful and witty, and she understood men. He found her easy to talk with. It wasn't long before she coaxed him to divulge long held secret fantasies. He had no problem talking about bondage and sex, but his darkest fantasies felt taboo, even for someone who had been kinky since adolescence. When he confessed his fantasies about merciless cock teasing and extreme orgasm denial, she went silent. She wanted to fully digest what he was saying. She had heard the words frivolously from other lovers, but Quinn spoke in detail. He wanted to make sure she knew this wasn't all about him. It was something that he hoped to share with a partner, something mutually arousing. Otherwise it would be nothing more than intense masturbation.

She had a knack for getting him to let down his guard. Quinn believed that his darkest fantasies were too peculiar, but she made him feel as if they were shared fantasies. She had captured him in a web of exotic comfort. Earlier that morning, when she asked him to strip naked and let her tie him up, he did not hesitate. Held tightly in her bondage, his fantasy turned to reality. He pulled and twisted on the straps that held him prisoner. His heartbeat quickened at the realization that he was her prisoner and plaything.

Kay's talents were remarkable. She took her time learning how to touch him. She didn't believe in rushing sex or sexual torment. She ran her fingertips along his body, drawing goosebumps across his skin. At first, she thought about letting his cock rest for a while, but she couldn't resist the idea of keeping him hard--very hard. She raked her fingernails over the veins of his shaft until his erection pointed straight to the ceiling. She had never used a cock ring before, but he had brought it with him. He said that he liked how hard it made him feel when he was fully erect. She reminisced about stroking him to fullness and lubricating his penis, so that she could slide the tight ring down his shaft. She pushed and pulled the ring until she was satisfied with its position at the base of his cock. He gasped each time she adjusted it. It was tight but not uncomfortable. He had worn it many times. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and squeezed. Quinn's head flared with excitement. She stroked him for a while and then slapped his erection back and forth a few times.

"You're so hard, Quinn," she taunted, "You know the ring will only make things more difficult for you, right?"

Quinn closed his eyes and moaned. He couldn't think that far ahead. His thoughts were focused on how wonderful her fingers felt dancing up and down his cock. She sensed his excitement and paused. She knew the weakness of men. No matter how sincerely they promised to hold back their orgasm, they eventually gave in to the feelings of pleasure and inevitability. She had teased and tormented past lovers with mixed success. Her learning curve almost felt embarrassing. She was a true devotee. She had become a cock tease extraordinaire!

She would be extra careful with this one. She felt determined to see this to the end, no matter how intense things became or how desperately he pleaded with her to stop. She would never hurt him, but the torture she intended to inflict upon him was beyond anything either of them had done before. His words "merciless teasing" had her curiosity sky high. The most interesting aspect was that she felt certain he would deeply regret asking her for this, but she wanted to see what would happen. Her heartbeat raced, and her excitement ran down her thighs.

PART V

Quinn was stuck deeply inside his own headspace. Kay was turning his fantasy, to which he had masturbated endlessly, into reality. Helplessly captured in cuffs and straps with no chance of escape, his cock throbbed, and his mind raced. He barely knew this beautiful woman but that no longer mattered. She was in a feisty mood.

She checked her bondage and decided to tighten the straps. She pulled Quinn's outstretched wrists and ankles until his muscles rippled in protest. Satisfied with her handiwork, she crawled between his legs and ran her hands along the length of his body. Her touch was soft and sensual. He felt his body sinking deeply into her mattress. Running her fingers up and down his body, she became curious about his hardening nipples and grasped them between her fingertips. Pinching lightly, Quinn's cock surged with excitement, spurring her to pinch harder. The more intensely she pinched his nipples, the more vigorous his erection became. "Fascinating!" she thought.

"You seem to like that," she suggested, already knowing the answer. "Does the pain turn you on, Quinn?"

He closed his eyes in embarrassment and said nothing.

She released his nipples and slapped his cock... hard! Quinn yelped in protest, but she continued slapping his erection until red handprints showed. "I asked you a question!"

Stunned into silence, Quinn eventually mustered a response, "Whaaat?"

"Does pain turn you on?" she repeated and grabbed his nipples firmly.

"Yesss," he said, gathering himself, "Nothing extreme, but yes..."

"I see," she responded, letting go of his nipple and giving his cock a few vigorous slaps to make her point.

Quinn jumped in his bonds but was helpless to stop her from doing whatever she wanted.

"That's such a turn-on," she laughed, "I love that I can do whatever I want to you. So sexy!"

His mind fell into a dizzy wave of helplessness. Her soothed him with a soft touch brushing up and down his sore and stiff cock.

"Poor baby," she taunted, "Fantasy is so different from reality, isn't it? You told me you wanted to be teased to madness. Doesn't that sound like a ridiculously foolish fantasy?"