You Asked For It 7

I know it's not right. We've talked about it so many times- I know you want this... But when you're so deeply sleeping, your hair haloed around you on the pillow, and your silk mask is blocking the low early morning light, you seem too innocent.

As I lift your hands, I'm careful to move you slowly. I guide your hands through my rope, thoughtfully looped and tied. I thread the ends through hoops on the bed frame, keeping them loose as not to wake you from any pressure. I repeat the motions to capture your ankles. When the lines are ready, I pull them hard in one swift motion. Your arms and legs fly away from you in a quick burst followed by a frightened cry from your full lips.

"Hush now," I soothe. "You can't talk your way out of this."

Your breath is rapid as you stammer in confusion. I take my scissors and cut up the seam of your nightie, earning a strong complaint. Just as I had hoped. With two quick snips, I cut off the matching panties and stuff them in your mouth to silence your growing anger.

"Now that's more like it," I say as I run my hand over your now naked hips. Your muffled groan brings a smile to my face- but this isn't about me, now is it?

I rummage through your toy drawer, the one I know you hope is a secret. As I had expected, I find your favorite toy unwashed from your goodnight orgasm.

"You filthy thing," I admonish as I turn the toy on. Your stillness gains a tension as I imagine your thoughts, your shame, rising up within you at its familiar sound. I pull the shredded panties out of your mouth and stuff the toy uncomfortable in their place. Your cheeks blush red around the mask as you suck the remains of your juices off the toy. I pull it from your lips and replace your make-shift gag.

Tracing the wet toy down your body, I watch as your saliva evaporates off your hot skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. I run my fingers up between your thighs, just to make sure you're as excited as you sound...

"Mmm..." I'm not disappointed. A muffled squeal tries to break out of your mouth and my fingers come away slick.

I trail the toy lower and lower. I watch as your arms and legs start to fidget and pull against the restraints. I stop the tracing of your curves, setting the toy to vibrate against your nipple.

"I can't have you escaping on me, not after all the planning I've done," I joke as I carefully take up the slack in the ropes.

Satisfied, I snatch up the toy and shove it inside you harshly. I can't tell if your hips are trying to recede from the intrusion or rise up to meet it. Either way, it doesn't work and I watch your discomfort at the tight squeeze. Taking another length of rope, I reach under you to fashion a belt around your waist. I ignore your sounds of growing need while I tie the toy in place, keeping the length buried deep inside you and the vibrating ears firmly on your clit.

"You have a choice to make, my pet. Make some noise for the settings you want." I click through the different combinations of thrust and vibration, listening intently for your desires.

"I see... you want a nice steady ride. If only you knew how long you are going to be here."

You try to say something, but I have my own agenda. I turn both of the settings higher and let myself smile at your stifled sounds of enjoyment. I take a second to set up my laptop before I lean in close to your ear.

"I need you to keep count for me, sweetheart. When I get back, I'll ask you how many times you've come."

With that, I turn to leave. I close the door to your bedroom behind me and put an earbud in. As planned, my laptop lets me listen to your breathing, your attempts to shout, everything. Helping myself to your kitchen, I make myself a drink as I listen to your breath quicken. You must be getting close. I hurry to start my errands. I want you to hear the front door slam, to know you're trapped, as you gush your helpless come all over that first time. I pull the harder than normal and as I start my car, I hear you come with a meager cry. I can feel my own arousal growing... I check the time- it's still pretty early as I start my trip through the city. There will be plenty of time.

The moans and whines from your stuffed mouth punctuating every stop on my journey keep me captivated. Pulling into your driveway, I wonder if anyone had noticed my... distraction. I let myself in the front door and hear you fall silent through the earbud. Like you hadn't believed that I would come back for you. You must be so tired, so tender. I heard you rise to climax in ever shorter intervals a total of thirteen times. I wasn't ready to give up on hearing your desperate pleas again. Not yet. I unpack my purchases, taking care to prepare a perfect evening. I hear you try to cry out. I imagine a tear soaking into your mask out of frustration for your predicament.

The vocalization must have done something for you; before I can finish my unpacking, I hear you come again with a cry. The rest of my plans can wait- the next one is mine. I let myself into your bedroom, one of my purchases in hand. Your hail is beautifully mussed across the pillow and your mask is askew- though still covering your eyes. The bed is soaked. You're lying in a lake of your forced pleasure.

You look exhausted, pliable, and perfect. I turn off the toy and can hear a huff of grateful relief. Untying the rope belt, I pull the toy out of you noticing the river of wetness untapped and trickling out of you. I pull the wet and hot panties out of your mouth. The corners of your mouth look stretched and hold traces of spittle.

"How many times did your needy pussy come for me?" I ask in my most stern voice.

"Fifteen," you rasp in a strained voice.

"Fifteen? How tired you would be after all that... but you've counted wrong."

As I speak, I loosen the ropes around your ankles. I use my hands and forearms to coax your spent body into turning over. I love the way your hands are dragged together as your restraints cross over themselves. I give your ass a sharp slap.

"Up," I instruct. You tuck your knees under your hips, thrusting your ass high. Your pussy is a bright, swollen pink surrounded by your glistening thighs.

I slowly kneel on the bed behind you sliding my hands down the curve of your back to the swell of your ass. As my hands sink to the outside curves of your thighs, I lower my mouth to taste your folds, feeling your heat wash over me. Your unimpeded moan rings like music in the heady air. I dip my tongue into you as I press the new toy, still room chilly, against your clit.

"Since you can't seem to count, I'm going to make you come a fifteenth time. Can you say thank you?" I speak into the hollow of your thighs. Your groan sounds so crestfallen as if you doubt your ability to come again as you mumble thank you.

"Try again," I say sternly.

As you say "thank," I press the new toy, a hefty glass plug, into your ass. You cry out at the abruptness and a new trickle of wetness runs across my chin.

I start to lick and nip at your tender folds with a growing speed. I press the flat of my tongue against your clit as I press two fingers into your abused pussy. I feel for the bulge of the plug through your inner walls and you start to buck your hips against me.

Snaking my free arm around your upper thighs, I hold you tight to my face and chest. I want you to feel how you are mine. Pulling my face away to bite at the pink handprint on your ass, I add another finger to my exploration of your slick, full hole. The heel of my hand grinds into your clit. I can see how over stimulated you are in the spasmodic pulses of your cunt and the twitching muscles in your legs. You're babbling pleases and yeses. I can feel the tension in your abdomen building. With a scream, your muscles tense around my fingers and a gush of fluids soak my hand as you ride your orgasm out across my hand. As you come down, your legs give out and you collapse onto the bed.

"Good girl. That was fifteen," I say softly as I pull my fingers from you. "When you're ready, I got you some new pajamas and some ice cream. You must be starving," I say as I untie your wrists. I curl around you, hold you close, and wait for you to start our date night.