Chapter 74


    When he finally broke off the kiss, he rested his chin on the top of my head. "You have trust issues," he


    said in that beautiful voice. I wasn''t sure if I was allowed to talk, so I just shrugged. "We will have to


    work on that."


    Whoa, that sounded vaguely... threatening. But then he was pulling me towards the bedroom and I was


    thinking with myher regions – which I was beginning to consider insatiable – again. Let''s just say I


    followed eagerly. Once in the bedroom, he ordered me to strip. He was unbuttoning his shirt and his


    sculpted body was emerging as I fumbled with the buttons on my dress. I finally had if off and undid my


    bra. My panties were somewhere in the other room in shreds. I kicked my sandals off and dared to


    raise my eyes. He had sat to remove his shoes, and as he stood he slid his pants down, stepped out of


    them, then neatly folded them into the chair. His eyes never left me the whole time.


    He crossed the short distance between us and took my chin in his hand, tilting my head up so I couldn''t


    avoid his eyes. "I have another rule for you," he started. I found I was holding my breath. "You will not


    I''m sure my eyes got real big. If he screwed me the way he had a few days ago, I had no idea how I


    could note, permission or not. I tried to shake my head but he tightened his grip almost painfully


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    on my chin. "Can I ask for permission?" "Beg for," one of those stupid voices in my head amended.


    His eyes narrowed and darkened. "No," he replied sharply. He leaned closer, our noses almost


    touching. "It is simple. You will exercise control and note until I give you permission. Or you will be


    punished. Do you understand?"


    "Punished?" I stammered.


    He smiled coldly. "I have found that the best way to teach control to those who refuse to exercise


    control is orgasm denial." Somehow, he managed to lean even closer. "Do you understand?"


    I knew beyond a doubt that if I said no, he would be gone. I also knew that making me strip, undressing


    himself, was part of his ploy. My arousal was at full me already and he wasn''t touching anything but


    my chin. He had made it almost impossible for me to say no. Now, he was patiently waiting, knowing


    how my internal argument would end, even if I didn''t. I heard myself say "Yes, I understand," and


    wondered where that hade from. Once again, he was kissing me deeply, rewarding me for my


    decision. When he pulled away from the kiss, he grasped my shoulders and half pushed, half threw me


    onto the bed. Before I had finished gasping from surprise, he was hovering over me. "Close your eyes,"


    hemanded, and I was actually grateful for an easymand to follow.


    I heard him leave the room for a moment, then he was back moving about. It sounded like he had gone


    from one corner of the bed to the others and the bed had wiggled a few times. There was a moment of


    quietness, then he said, "I am going to bind you to the bed. It will help you exercise control. You will not


    always have that assistance," he warned. I couldn''t help but wondered how far into the future he was


    nning, as he slid my body into position. My left arm was tugged to the side as something – rope? –


    was looped around it. He moved on to my ankle on that side of the bed. How could this possibly help


    because my juices were gushing, wetting the bed beneath my ass? Apparently, bondage was my thing.


    In fact, I was pretty sure I was going to lose this contest the moment he entered me.


    Once all of my limbs were stretched towards the corners of the bed, he settled over me, his ass resting


    lightly on my ribs, his cock nestled between my breasts. "Open your eyes," he said. I did, blinking


    rapidly. He was holding something which he pulled down over the top of my head. It was stretchy but


    tight, and he snapped it into ce over my mouth. He leaned down, his nose touching mine. "You''ve


    been doing entirely too much talking. If you open your mouth to talk again, this will slide in like a gag.


    Just in case you feel like begging me to let youe." He sat back and studiously adjusted the gag. I


    tried to plead with my eyes, but his attention was everywhere but my eyes.


    Once he was satisfied with the gag, his hands went to my breasts, his fingers working mercilessly at


    my nipples. Trying to get me to cry out so the gag would slide into my mouth? I didn''t give him the


    satisfaction, though tears formed at the corners of my eyes when he twisted and pulled. His cock


    seemed to be enjoying itself, too, twitching and sliding between my breasts. After a few moments of


    that, he slid back and soothed my abused nipples with his tongue and lips. Even when his teeth nipped,


    it shot both pain and pleasure to my groin in equal parts. I was so d he hadn''t ordered me to be still,


    because he hadn''t tied me nearly tight enough to prevent the squirming and arching that his


    ministrations evoked.


    I desperately wanted to rub my wide-spread thighs together, desperately wanted toe, and yes, he


    hadn''t even entered me yet. He was sliding further down, kissing my belly. Oh, God. If he goes


    anywhere near my clit with that magic tongue, I was totally, hopelessly lost. His lips brushed lightly


    lower. The very tip of his tongue teased. He was at my mound, tasting the bare skin there. Even


    nipping and scraping his teeth over the tender skin. My eyes rolled back in my head. I considered that if


    I passed out, it would be a blessing.


    His lips moved away. Was he zeroing in on my clit? I held my breath. Then his tongue was back


    pussy, with a brief dive inside then upward again, stopping just short of my clit. I mped my teeth and


    moaned softly. He practically lunged up my body,nding with his full weight atop me and his hands


    cupping my face. He looked down, studying me like I was some rat in a maze that was puzzling him.


    "Would you like me to lick your clit, kitten? Hmm?"


    I nodded my head. Then I shook my head. Then I whined. Yes, whined; possibly a first for me since


    childhood. He smiled, obviously enjoying my struggle. Between my legs, his cock stirred and twitched.


    A horrible thought urred to me. I had sucked him off. How long before he would have to satisfy his


    own need? I tried again to plead with my eyes, but he only smiled more. He started a slow trek down


    my body again, his lips and tongue more insistent now, demanding and impossible to ignore. I


    struggled against the bonds that held me, wrapped my fingers around the ropes. I could feel the heat of


    an orgasmic flush spreading up my chest. His breath fell on my pussy lips, then he blew softly on my


    clit.


    "What do you say? Do you want me to lick your clit or not?"


    I shook my head furiously, so much so that my entire upper body was engaged in the denial. He


    chuckled, but then he was sliding back up, pausing at my breasts to suck hard on each nipple. His cock


    was teasing at my entrance. Suddenly, his mouthtched on to where my shoulder met my neck and


    his cock plunged into me. The sudden stretching and assault on my cervix brought a brilliant sh of


    pain. I kept my teeth mped tight and moaned through the gag. He had stilled after that initial plunge.


    At least there''s no chance ofing now, I thought to myself, trying to breathe through the pain. But


    even as I thought that, the pain of the stretching was morphing into a pleasurable fullness. His teeth


    mped down on the juncture of my neck and he began pumping, mming deep with each stroke. He


    was forcing me to amodate his length. My juices had run so freely, there was almost no friction,


    nothing to slow or stop him from bottoming out on each plunge. I grunted each time he hit that deepest


    part of me.


    At least I was going to win the contest of wills, I thought, and one of the voices argued, "Yeah, but is


    this how you want to win? In pain?" "It''s not pain," I argued back. "It''s just not pleasure, exactly."


    He stopped, his cock buried deep inside me, his balls resting cozily against my ass. He rose up on his


    elbows and looked down at me. Was he going to give me permission toe? I wondered. Or ask if he


    was hurting me? He had stopped moving, but he was still pushing, trying to bury thest fraction of an


    inch inside me. The cold smile touched the corners of his lips and began a slow spread. I suddenly


    realized that he was eyeing me like someone who had the finish line in sight and nopetition ahead


    of him.


    He slid down off his elbows and his mouth found my neck, just below my ear. Then his hands were


    under my ass; lifting, tilting, holding me firmly in ce. He reared back and plunged again. I moaned,


    but not because of pain. Whatever he had done had changed the angle, opened me up to him. I could


    feel him smiling against my neck as he made a slight adjustment. He pulled out and pushed back in


    slowly, testing. Then, his hands mped down hard on my ass cheeks and he was mming into me.


    Every fucking inch of him seemed to hit my sweet spot inside and rub hard against my clit outside.


    Three plunges and I was screaming out my orgasm even as his gag functioned exactly as advertised


    and nted itself deeply between my teeth. He didn''t let up, if anything he was going still faster and my


    orgasmic wave was bing a tsunami.


    "Open your eyes," he growled at me. I couldn''t. For me, an orgasm was like a sneeze. Hell, I could


    hardly hear him through the roaring in my ears and my own garbled scream into the gag. I was


    screwing up left and right, but after all, I had said I understood his rules. Not that I could follow them.


    When the seismic waves began to ease up, I managed to open my eyes and he was staring down into


    my face in deep concentration. His hands were now on my shoulders, pulling me down on his cock with


    each thrust.


    Somehow, I felt another orgasm building. How could I possibly have anything left? I had to believe that


    my clit had gone into hiding, but it couldn''t escape his relentless strokes. He shifted again so the head


    of his cock was hammering my sweet spot even as his shaft tormented my clit where it cowered under


    its thin hood. I was trying to gasp for breath around the gag.


    "Keep your eyes open," he snarled without missing a beat. I tried, I really did, but I just wasn''t wired


    that way. When the first wave hit, I threw my head back, eyes squeezed shut, and made a wailing


    sound, something like a sick coyote. A sick coyote with a gag in its mouth.


    When I came back to myself, I looked up at him. There seemed to be a scowl on his face, but then I felt


    his rhythm falter and he buried himself deep within me as he, too, came. As I felt the surge of hise,


    he closed his eyes. Ha! I thought.


    When his orgasm faded, his grip on my shoulders loosened and he copsed his full weight on top of


    me. I was beginning to wonder if I would suffocate, between the gag and his weight.