Denial 17

Lust had been the first emotion Charlotte felt when she met Dylan. They'd connected via a dating app, not usually a good place to meet people let alone find a relationship that involved an element of kink. But, this time, the algorithm had worked.

Dylan had immediately ticked her boxes, both physically (strong, broad-shouldered, veiny hands, thick hair, bright eyes and an ever-ready smile) and emotionally (kind, considerate, compassionate towards the oppressed, and a good listener). He was funny and fuckable. It took Charlotte considerable restraint to not drop her knickers, bend over and invite him to take her there and then in a dark corner of the bar.

"What is it that you enjoy about submission?" Dylan had asked, wrenching her from the first date fuck fantasy.

"Hmm, good question," she paused to think for a few seconds. "I like the total surrender, not having to think about what will be done. I've a lot of responsibility in my life and so, during submission, I enjoy being told what to do, being put at the whims of whatever my Dom wishes to do with me."

"Oof, that's a good answer," Dylan said, immediately aroused.

"And what do you enjoy about being a Dom?"

"Having a beautiful naked woman do wonderful things for me," he joked. ""But if you want a longer answer: I, too, have a busy life full of responsibilities, but they're often vague responsibilities. When it comes to dominating someone, everything seems much easier. I know how to position someone just so in order to bring about greater pleasure for us both. I can place a knot in the rope in just the right place to bring them either discomfort or delight. I have a willing muse to help me fulfil my fantasies, and I really like the simple psychology of them giving themselves to me. My sub could be doing nothing more than standing there naked and the power of that moment could be all we need to get us both off. And then there's the intimacy of aftercare. I'm sorry, that was a long answer, but being a Dom is such a core part of me."

Charlotte had tried not to fall in love immediately. But Dylan was exactly the sort of man she needed in her life. Luckily for her he had agreed that the date had gone well and they arranged a second date, after which Charlotte invited him home.

The couple marked the anniversary of that first date by going to an expensive restaurant and staying at a hotel which offered views of the city from their room. Dylan stripped his girlfriend naked and stood her at that window. She was on display for whoever may be working on the top floors of the office block across the street. Charlotte thrilled at this, at how Dylan loved to show her off. He was so proud to have her as his sub.

That night they stayed awake until dawn coloured the sky. There had been rope, toys, floggers and handcuffs. Charlotte had been moulded into more positions than even she knew it was possible to bend her into. Dylan now knew her body so well. He knew how to cause just the right amount of discomfort, he knew when to reward her and when to punish her. He knew that his delectable cock was the greatest reward of all.

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"That's a violation of my privacy."

Dylan was quietly raging. He'd just discovered that Charlotte had uploaded a photo of them both naked to the internet. It was her favourite photo; it showed off his muscular legs and his big strong arms in which he tightly held Charlotte. You couldn't see his cock, you could easily make out her ass.

"I'm sorry, I just really like how we look together in that photo," Charlotte quietly replied. "You look so fucking hot."

She had uploaded the photo to her FetLife profile, a website devoted to the kink lifestyle where people could meet, connect with friends, find out about events or learn more about a wide variety of non-vanilla activities.

"Plus I set the photo to private so only our friends can see."

"You need to ask my permission before sharing photos of me."

"I know, I fucked up, I'm sorry."

The photo had been made available to their friends for less than 24 hours, but had already attracted dozens of flattering comments. When Dylan had discovered it he'd immediately demanded that Charlotte take it down. He wasn't ashamed of how he looked, he was just disappointed that his girlfriend had stepped over the line.

"You know I don't mind you sharing yourself on there. In fact, I find it incredibly sexy," he said. "Maybe I don't mind being in your photos there either, but I need to be asked first, please."

"You're right I should have asked, it was wrong of me not to. I'll absolutely ask next time."

"Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you too," Dylan said, before adding with a smile: "Did you see what they were saying about us?"

"Heh, yeah, lot of people horny for you."

"And you, but then we knew that already."

"Yeah I guess," Charlotte laughed.

"You realise I'm gonna have to punish you?"

The change of tone in Dylan's voice immediately connected with Charlotte's cunt. In less than a second she was his sub again. Her head bowed and she gave herself to whatever he chose to do next. Such was the trust between them.

Charlotte had expected to be stripped naked and spanked or flogged or whipped or all of the above. She expected to be brought to the edge of orgasm but denied, over and over again. Instead, though, it was Dylan who began removing his clothes. This had never happened before.

They were at home in their neat little apartment which always remained a comfortably warm temperature. Nudity was, therefore, never a cold endeavour in their home. Charlotte watched as Dylan turned away from her, unbuttoned his shirt, unfastened his belt, kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his trouser fly. He pulled off socks, shirt and trousers, then he turned and put his fingers in the waistband of his tight boxer shorts. Knowing how his girlfriend hungered for his ass, he slowly dragged his underwear over the firm curves of his buttocks, slowly revealing them for his salivating audience. And then he turned again.

When Charlotte was having a bad day at the office she closed her eyes and thought of her boyfriend's cock. When she was stuck in a crammed subway carriage unable to move for the packed bodies she closed her eyes and thought of her Dom's dick. When she was washing up, grocery shopping, vacuuming or doing any mindless chore her mind turned to the sight of Dylan's magnificent manhood. Its thick girth, its smooth skin, the way it curved slightly when fully erect. There was nothing she desired more in this world.

Dylan stood, legs slightly apart. He allowed his sub to take in the sight of him, his smooth balls, bulging thighs, slightly furry chest. And that penis. That gorgeous, suckable penis. Charlotte felt the throb between her legs, but was unsure of what was expected of her. Normally she would be ordered to suck him off or take him in her hand, cunt or ass. But he just stood there.

"We've no plans for today, right?" he asked.

"No," Charlotte managed to reply through her arousal.

"It's raining anyway. Let's have a day at home. I'm going to remain naked. You don't get to touch."

Fuck. God damn his creative punishments. This one was going to be the worst of all, worse than the most stinging lash of the whip. She loved him for his intelligence, but she despaired that he was so smart that he knew exactly how difficult today would be for her. She really must have pissed him off.

Dylan chose to spend his day reading, writing and watching films. Charlotte also read and watched, but the storylines didn't penetrate her mind. Her focus, for hours on end, remained on her naked man. On his dick. On how it was just there, soft and unsucked.

Her day was spent remembering how it felt in her hands, how it grew from a couple of inches long to a splendid six inches of girthy hardness. Its pink tip and that cum-spurting slot. That bump around the head and the sensitive frenulum which, when she teased it with her tongue, gave her just the briefest moments of power over him.

At around lunchtime her thoughts turned to his balls, which nestled snugly between his thighs when he lay back to watch a film on the sofa. A drop of saliva actually escaped her mouth as she gaped, unseen, at those dusky orbs. How smooth they felt in her mouth, how delicate in her hand.

Dylan decided to further torture her by doing some mid-afternoon physical exercise. He did this at the time when he usually chose to do his press ups, squats and sit-ups. But before now he'd always done so with his exercise gear on. Surely his Machiavellian mind knew just how cruel it was to display himself in such a way when undressed.

Charlotte liked Dylan's butt. She liked how they dramatically arced away from his legs and plunged together in that deep crevasse. She'd jokingly spanked him once, but couldn't manage more than a few swats before her hand began to hurt, such was the firmness of his glutes.

Yes, she liked his butt. But after today she fucking worshipped it as if it were a precious jewel. How perfect that curve, how slight the light fuzz, how tempting that cleft. She wanted to fuck him there in his tight hole. She wanted to tongue him, finger him then go to fucking town on him with a strap-on. This was a conversation they would go on to have at another time, both of them fully accepting that he could be assfucked while retaining his dominance.

Now night had fallen. Dylan prepared dinner, naked, and served it to Charlotte. They ate in silence, Dylan's body mostly hidden by the table. Knowing what was under there distracted Charlotte from her meal. She barely registered what it was she'd been eating.

Dylan rose and cleared away the dishes. Charlotte was on the verge of dropping to her knees and begging for forgiveness and just a little taste of his cock when he ordered her into the living room. At last.

"Kneel," he ordered.

He brought out some rope and tied his sub's hands and arms behind her back. She remained disappointingly clothed. Unable to move, all she could do was watch as Dylan brought out some lube and slicked it over his dick. He secured a cock ring over his balls and over the base of his shaft; an accoutrement that accentuated his genitalia and which always drove Charlotte wild with desire.

Standing just a metre in front of his kneeling girlfriend, Dylan began stroking himself. He circled his fingers around his cock and ran them up and down until he began to grow hard.

"Please," Charlotte finally said.

Dylan ignored her. He continued to masturbate until he was fully erect. The overhead lights glistened on the surface of his lube-wet cock. Charlotte wished it was her saliva that was making his dick so shiny.

"Please, Sir," she repeated.

Having noticed her ogle his butt earlier in the day, Dylan turned and got to his knees. He then lowered his torso, holding himself up on one arm while the other hand continued to stimulate himself. Charlotte had never seen him like this, his cheeks spread wide to give a tantalising glimpse of his hole, which twitched with each dick stroke. His balls bouncing as he gripped and pulled.

"Mmmm, please. Please can I lick you, Sir?"

Dylan smiled, delighted at this new torture. He responded to her desperation by pushing his butt up further and pulling his dick down so that she could watch that too. How long it looked between his legs, how close to the floor it seemed to reach. Charlotte craved putting it between her lips.

Although her arms were bound her legs still could move, despite her kneeling on them. In fact, this position allowed her to squirm just enough to provide the slightest clitoral stimulation. And so she squirmed and wriggled and writhed and, having been teased for so long, it took very little to bring herself to orgasm. She climaxed silently, knowing that Dylan would be further displeased by her disobedience. As she came down from this high she marvelled at how just the sight of her man could bring her so close to the edge.

Having decided that he'd tormented his sub for long enough, Dylan stood and approached her. He was now masturbating inches from her face. When she reached forward to take him in her mouth he backed away, denying her what she so strongly desired. He stepped forward again and laughed as Charlotte licked her lips and thrust out her tongue as if she were pleading for a taste. He touched a finger to the top of his cock and gifted his girlfriend with the taste of pre-cum. Amazingly she felt herself brought back to the peak of ecstasy again.

But tonight she wasn't going to enjoy the feel of his dick in her hands or any of her orifices. Dylan groaned the groan that Charlotte recognised as a signal for his own imminent orgasm. It was only then that she realised she was still dressed in her favourite blouse. Surely he wouldn't...?

Pushing his cock down while furiously sliding his hand backwards and forwards along it, Dylan shot his much-coveted spunk all over Charlottes mouth, cleavage and clothes. The feel of his warm jizz and the taste of it on her lips drove her wild with passion. She, too, orgasmed from both the visual stimulation of her man's throbbing, spunking cock and the creamy sensation of cum in her mouth.

After fully emptying himself on his sub, Dylan took a moment to recover himself before untying her. He helped Charlotte to her feet then kissed her before walking away to the shower.

It took a lot of careful washing for Charlotte to remove the last of Dylan's jizz from her blouse. However, no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to get rid of the slightly lighter spot just below the neckline. Now, whenever she wore that blouse and, whether at work, in a shop or at home, she caught sight of it in the mirror, she was reminded of her transgression and the day of delicious torture she had consequently been subjected to.