Bound to Please(49)

The vibrator stopped buzzing, going still in her hands. She sat there panting, dazed. “What… ?”

“You didn’t think I’d just let you get off, did you? What fun would that be?”

“Mark!”

“This hurts me as much as it hurts you.”

She had to bite her lip hard to keep her response inside. She was so close to coming, so fucking close. Her fingers curled, itching to help relieve herself.

“Don’t you even think about touching yourself, doll.”

“I’m going to get you back for this.”

“Promises, promises. Now, are you going to behave?”

“Yes,” she ground out.

The vibrator started humming again, this time softly. “Let’s try this again. But first, tell me about your nipples.”

“My nipples?”

“Yes, those things on your breasts.”

“Funny.”

“Are you talking back?” he asked.

“Of course not.”

“Good. So why don’t you pinch one of your nipples for me. Hard, like I would do it if I was there. I want to hear you cry out for me.”

She took her hard nipple between her fingers and pinched. Inhaled sharply. The pain shot straight to her sex, and the throbbing between her legs intensified.

“Okay, that was good. Now, put the vibrator into your pussy.”

Finally. She kicked at her restraints as she slid the vibrating toy into her vagina, closed her eyes as it filled her. Not as good as Mark’s cock, but her pussy was hungry, needy, and her thighs trembled as she fucked herself. Still, she wished it was him there, his own body driving her pleasure.

“I can hear you breathing hard; you like this, don’t you? You like being mine, under my control.”

“Yes,” she said, angling the vibrator deeper. “Oh, yes.”

“Now, I want you to keep the vibrator inside you, but keep your hands off it. I want total control of your pleasure.”

Her entire body was quivering, needing release, but she obeyed. She placed the thrumming instrument as deep as she could and let go. It hummed softly inside her, making her moan.

He turned up the power, and she had to grasp the arms of the chair to keep from touching her clit. So close…

“You’re doing so well, baby. I wish I could reward you myself. I wish I could stand between your legs and show you how hard your obedience makes me. I’d take my cock in my hands, I’d let you watch as I stroked myself. For you.”

Was he doing that now? Masturbating? Was he lying on a generic hotel bedspread, his long, sure fingers wrapped around his erection? Pumping himself, from his soft pubic hair to the head of his cock and back again?

The image upped her desire for him, but she dared not ask what he was doing; the last thing she wanted was him to stop the lovely toy vibrating in her pussy. Because her breaths were coming quick now; her body was on fire. So close to climax… but oh, how she needed something on her clit.

Her fingers would do nicely.

She writhed in her seat, gripping the chair’s arms.

The vibrator humming inside her, he went on: “If I was there with you, I’d take your hair in my hand, wrap it around my palm and tug, just enough to make you squirm. Would you like that?”

“Yes… yes…” So close. Her clit was pulsing, begging. She looked down to that empty place between her legs. Her fingers trembled as the desire to touch herself coursed through her blood.

Slowly, she removed her hand from the arm of the chair and reached to her thigh, just touching the inside. God, her clit was so close, if she just reached over a little more…

“I have a thing for hair. I love to feel it on my skin. I love to wrap it around my dick and feel it across my balls.”

His words were too much. She touched her clit and swallowed a cry of pleasure.

“If I were there I’d take my cock and bring it to your lips. I’d let you lick the cum off the tip.”

“Yes, Mark…” She touched herself lightly, as if a soft pressure wouldn’t count as much.

“Do you want to come?” he asked, and the vibrator became faster inside her, more insistent.

“Fuck, yes. Please.”

Her clitoris pulsed, and she took the swollen piece of flesh in her fingers, pulled, pinched. Worked herself.

“With your hair in my fist, I’d hold you steady as you took me into your mouth. You wouldn’t be able to move at all because I’d have you tied to the chair. You’d squirm, but you know you’d love it. Would you like to suck my cock, baby?”

“Oh, God. Yes, Mark… oh, God…”

She didn’t register his prolonged pause until it was too late.

The vibrator went still. “Ruby?”