Tuesday, 6 June 2017

To have his cock [and lock it?] (3)

This is where they ended up in  the last instalment

You can't come, boy, echoed in his mind. Marie was laughing. You can't come until I tell you too. That's what you wanted, slut boy. She seemed both a little angry and amused, happy and a little contemptuous. Ian wasn't sure if this was a memory or a fantasy. He moaned, louder than normal, his cock getting sore, his arousal unabated. ''Please… I need to come so bad… please… please….'' he knew she liked him to beg, he knew it turned her on to say no, but it turned her on to say yes too. He tried to imagine her saying ''yes'', tried to hear her voice, conjure that permission, but it didn't work. He moaned louder, his muscles tensing, shaking, straining, the desire turning into pain. ''Please, Ma'am... ohhh god, please, please... I need it so bad....'' he felt himself turn to his side, curl up, then turn over, his painfully hard, dripping cock rubbing against the sheets, the humiliation of all the people that were watching his predicament flooding his mind, tears of frustration making his face wet as he humped the bed in futile search for relief. 

He was fucked. He was completely fucked and he had only himself to blame. It was perfect. 


****

Marie was waiting for him in what the OC-Lab called ''guest lounge'', and when he emerged she jumped up from her seat excitedly and almost run to him, a big smile on her face. 

Ian hesitated. His erection had subsided now, but the feeling of a nearly overwhelming and frustrated desire, of the desperate need to come, of the way his body shivered and tensed and whimpered on that bed, overlooked by cameras and attached to various wires, was still very much there, churning his insides and blurring his vision. Seeing Marie here brought it all to the forefront of his mind. For a split second he wanted to yell at her, for another - longer - he wanted to drop to his knees right here in front of her and plead for permission. 

She embraced him warmly and he could feel her soft breasts against his chest, her arms around him, the smell of her perfume and her skin, her whisper in his ear, ''That was so fucking hot, boy. Watching you there. I can't wait.'' She slid her knee between his legs and dragged it up and down along his rapidly returning erection. He groaned. 

''Or maybe we should get it out of the way now,'' her knee pressed harder and she bit his ear briefly, ''I've been thinking of having you come just here,'' her tongue was doing weird things on his neck behind his ear while the fingers of her right hand grasped his nipple. ''I came imagining that just before I drove to pick you up,'' Marie twisted his nipple. His low groan turned into a stifled whimper, ''I imagined telling you to come in your pants before we even got to the car,'' she was panting a bit now and he realised she was nearly as aroused as he was, ''I know how much you want to come, slutboy, I heard you whimper,'' Ian's head was spinning, his hips moving involuntarily, seeking stimulation of her touch, his cock painfully hard again, dampness of the precum noticeable in his pants. He was desperate to come, but he didn't want it to happen here, with others possibly seeing him, and he thought, as much as he was capable of thinking, that the occasion demanded more of an event. 

Marie stepped away, ''I decided not to though. C'mon, boy,'' she pulled his arm and he followed, a huge frustrated erection throbbing in his jeans, his hands shaking. 

*

Ian was reclining on their bed, completely naked, his back supported by few pillows. His wrists were tied to the headboard, his legs spread wide and also restrained, albeit loosely, with ties stretching to the legs of the bed. 

His cock was painfully hard (again), precum dripping in a continuous trickle (again), the skin on the top stretched so tight that it felt like on the edge of splitting, his balls tight and full, his whole body trapped not just in the physical restraints (to which he submitted willingly) but in an invisible net of frustrated desire (to which he had submitted enthusiastically too).  A desire that could only be satisfied at Marie's will and whim. 

She was sitting on the side of the bed, watching him, her pupils dilated, fingers of her right hand twisting a nipple clamp attached to his chest. He groaned, waves of stinging pain spreading through his body, distracting him from the pulsing need in his cock. She reached down and stroked his shaft, her fingers flitting briefly over the cockhead. He bucked his hips, instinctively trying to prolong the stimulation. She laughed, a low chuckle of joy, and slapped his cock, hard enough to make it bounce. 

"I love this. I have never realised how much I'd love this," she panted and lowered her head over him, her soft, wet lips closing on his cock, her tongue swirling. 

He moaned, unable to stop himself, ''Please, Marie... Ma'am, please... let me come... please...''

She lifted her face up and looked at him, ''No. I love you like this.''

''Please...''

''No.''

''Please......''

It felt like each ''please'' made her more aroused, made her breathing faster, each ''no'' coming out more rapidly on a sharp exhale, each subsequent lick slower, each slurp more ravenous. She was feeding on his desperation, literally, gasping and sighing her delight every time he whimpered or tensed up. And he was yielding, letting her have her way with his body, with him, and now she was taking him more fully, climbing on top and sliding her wet, warm cunt onto his cock, clenching and releasing, her hips rocking back and forth, the fingers of her left hand fast on her clit. 

She was moaning, letting out short, sharp cries, her left hand moving all over his body, grabbing, pinching, scratching. It felt like she was masturbating on his cock, and it felt like his cock wasn't his cock any more but her toy, an object she used for her own pleasure. He wanted to fuck her, to thrust and pound, but some part of him already knew that there was no point to this, that she would do it the way she wanted, and if she wanted him still and filling her cunt, that's what she'd have. 

Marie lifted her hips up and slammed her arse onto him, then gyrated. His cock spasmed, filling her throbbing cunt even tighter, suspended tight on the edge of release. She moaned louder, freed her right hand, leaned forward, grabbed his hair with her left hand and pulled his head painfully back. The slap came unexpected, hard and swift, then another one, his whole left cheek burning, her face above him, her mouth open in a grimace of pleasure.

''You...fucking... bitch... ohhhhh... fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck. My slut... ohhhh,'' another slap, then her hand soft on his cheek. She slowed down, then stopped. Marie supported herself on her hands placed on his chest, leaning over him. Her hair, damp with sweat and tangled, fell on her shoulders and breasts and his chest, her eyes locked with his, huge, pupils dilated into dark vortexes, the narrow band of a steel-blue iris swirling with sudden violet. 

She was still now, the only movements the rhythmic falling and rising of her chest and clenching and unclenching of her cunt on his cock. She was smiling. 

"I'm yours, Ma'am. Yours. Yours, '' he moaned into those eyes, into that smile. She placed her hand on his mouth, gently this time, and nodded. 

''Mine,'' the hand adjusted so the palm still covered his mouth while the fingers closed on his nose, restricting but not completely blocking his air intake. Her arse lifted again and dropped down, her weight transmitted through that hand pushing his head into the pillow, her hips shifting and rocking, a series of low sighs and murmurs of delight coming out of her mouth as she adjusted her body and started to fuck him again, this time in a faster, more regular rhythm, the nails of her other hand digging into his shoulder. 

Ian felt his mind starting to dissociate, detach from his body, the body she was using now and that wasn't his any more. He instinctively tried to take a bigger breath, slowly sucked in more air than her hand allowed, was pushed down harder, the nails digging deeper, her moans now loud, animal-like. He was sinking into a space filled with velvety electricity, floating away from the pain and torment that his body was subjected to. The pleasure and the pain melded together and he felt his control - all of it, not just his ability to ejaculate as he felt he needed to - receding further, then disappearing. 

She was nearly screaming, shaking, slamming herself onto him, slamming him into her, her hand removed from his mouth, nails dragging along his cheek and the side of his neck. From afar, he heard her voice, "Come for me, boy. Come for me now. Now,'' and even though his consciousness, what was left of it, hardly registered it, his body must have done because he began spilling into her, his hips bucking to meet her cunt with his cock, each spurt making him almost black out in a paroxysm of pleasure and release, convulsing, becoming empty of everything including his own self, in the longest and one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced. 

---tbc








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