She licked the length of my shaft, then kissed my swollen tip. "Mmm… I love it when you give me a little pre-come," she purred. "It shows how horny you are."
She slipped me inside her hot mouth, sucking me ferociously as she began to move on my shaft. I watched with the strange thought running through my head of my Zoey sucking someone else, even imagining I was that someone else.
Had she completely broken my spirit? After what had happened with Brandon and Ms Jenkinson, was there any possibility Zoey and I would go back to a conventional relationship? A little part of me felt sad that we couldn't just settle down into a cozy long-term thing. But the rest of me was living on the fire that our relationship was built on, the hot but uncertain flames of Zoey's desires and my consent. The sex was like pure cocaine, there was no way I could stop now.
"Mmmm… I love your cock, sweetie," she said, then shot me a look that was pure fire. "I wonder if that other guy measures up."
I felt myself nearing completion, so I told her to stop. It felt strange giving her commands, but she could see in my face I was worried this would end too soon.
"You want another wish now?"
I nodded.
"You want me to untie you?"
"Not yet," I said, surprising myself even. My limbs were aching more than a little - but I was so excited to have wishes, I didn't want to waste them on something conventional like eliminating my bonds.
"What then?"
"I want to watch you touch yourself," I said.
"What?"
"I want to see how you do it - close up. I want you to make yourself come and show me."
"Oh." She blushed heavily. For someone who had ground herself against my face in a most intimate way on countless occasions, it was strange how the request to see her masturbate should be so awkward. It was such a personal activity, though, I supposed.
"You have to do it," I said. "You said."
"Really?"
"I want to see."
She glared at me, hinting that I was being a little demanding for a man tied up like a Christmas parcel.
Then she gave a slight nod, and as though protesting, began rolling around on me, turning onto her back, stretching out her limbs, then flipping over onto her stomach, her copious silky brown hair flowing all over her and me like peat-stained river water. Leather creaking, she trailed herself all over my body, dragged her soft skin and stiff corset and boots over my sensitive flesh, rolling around as though someone had just given her body for the first time, and she was trying it out, checking all her muscles.
I watched in awe, my taking in her extravagant beauty like an audience at the ballet.
She gave a final sigh, but then rolled off me, and hopped off the bed. "Okay," she said. "I'll show you."
Another visit to the bathroom, and when she returned her boots were gone - and she was carrying something long and lilac blue. A vibrator.
"You really want to see?" she asked me, but didn't need to wait to hear my answer.
She climbed onto me once again, sliding up towards my head until her exquisite pussy was mere inches away from my chin. Her lips were glistening from her arousal, bright and puffy from the blood rushing through, and her scent was deliciously strong.
She leaned forward to stroke my cheek for a moment, as though still debating whether she should show this to me. And then she began, initially with only her hands, slowly caressing herself, fingers flowing over and around her tender folds, showing a grace and confidence no man could ever achieve in touching a woman. Her fingers of one hand sank inside her, while her other hand drew ever-decreasing circles around her little button, pressing, nudging against it, drawing out the kind of moans that made her sound almost surprised, and perhaps she was a touch surprised by the force of the sensations as she played with herself for my viewing pleasure.
With every breath laced with her spice, I was tingling all over to watch her, but I could not move to force my mouth onto her succulent pussy.
She brought her toy up between her legs, starting it up so that it offered a low-pitch buzzing sound. It seemed like such an alien device, but so hot to watch her press it gently against the hood over her clit, running it slowly down her pussy lips, listening to her little moans and gasps, her heavy breathing as she lightly stirred her hips in response to the rhythm of her stimulation.
Most of her focus for the toy was around her clit, though she also slipped fingers inside her slippery pinkness, spreading her moisture and driving my hunger.
Despite the way she'd dominated me thus far in our relationship, I think it actually took her a little while to get comfortable with this, showing me this personal act of hers up so close. Yet even when she seemed to visibly relax into it, and though she was certainly making herself feel good, it seemed to me that lying on me like that, playing with herself even in so apparently expert a manner, she appeared to plateau, rather than rise towards the kind of climax a guy might expect from masturbation.