Bdsm Virgin

Part 4.8

Once my wrists were tightly secured, he moved off the bed. My eyes blazed with sexual fire; my breaths increasing in rhythm and pace; I had lost control of my own desire. I whimpered and moaned and begged him to take me. "Please, Jeff!" He remained silent in his ministrations with the ropes. He worked quickly and urgently as I writhed on the bed.

Taking a rope from the foot of the bed, he tied one ankle to one side, then the other to the opposite post. Tight! I could no longer move and laid there panting and glaring at him. He was denying me, and I was in a fevered pitch. My hips bucked and I arched trying to loosen myself from my restraints.

Satisfied, Jeff stood and watched me closely. My breathing slowed as I stared toward him. He stood in front of me, hands on hips and legs apart. With a stern look on his face, he calmly spoke.

"Chance, you will not have an orgasm until I give you permission. Not because I am telling you what to do or ordering you, but because I want to teach you restraint and self-control. You will see now what a reward you will have for being patient – which, by the way, you are not."

I swallowed hard and waited. He climbed onto the bed, once again straddling me. He inserted two fingers between my lips as I sucked on them peering at him. He dragged his fingers from my lips and rubbed my saliva around his rock hard member. Then with one push, drove in deep. I arched as much as I could and gasped. Every fiber of my being was gathered deep in my lower senses and who had possessed me.

A fire roared within, and I moaned as he rocked himself slowly at first. His hardness pervaded my innermost regions. The throb and tingle crescendoed into wave after wave of delicious spasms.

My urgency created insistence in finding orgasmic release, and I tried to increase the pace. It was then that the bite of his teeth on my nipples made me yelp in pain and pleasure. His pace slowed proving he remained in control of his orgasm.

Gradually, he withdrew from my wet and throbbing zone, my eyes shot open to him. "Please?"

"Please what, Chance?" He stayed where he was teasing my aching bud.

I knew what I had to say. Even though a tiny part of me was arguing otherwise, the words blurted.

"Please, Sir. Please let me come!"

"Yes, Baby Girl. Now, you may come!" And he plunged deep inside me. He held the small of my back tightly to him with his right hand as his left swirled and thumbed my yearning regions.

As he pumped in and out, he increased the pressure. Every nerve was on alert, and I was coming closer and closer to the edge. He growled my name and intensified his thrusts.

I yanked at the ropes that bit into my wrists, and as they dug deeper into my skin, shockwaves exploded that matched the waves of impending orgasm in my core.

Suddenly, I heard him growl as we came hard together. Cresting over each surge, lights swirled in my head. Deep spasms massaged his sex, as an inferno of carnal lust burst throughout my mind and body. His pelvis arched as he pitched hard. I screamed in pure ecstasy.

We tumbled together into a pool of desire and passion. All that mattered were the waves of marvels rushing in. This. This was the pinnacle of orgasmic pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me. I was still riding the endorphin filled high, not sure of my surroundings. I lay there underneath him, panting and reliving the sensations of electricity that still sparked inside me.

He raised himself up with his arms, kissed me lingeringly, and moved to untie my arms. As they were freed, he rubbed them tenderly, massaged them back to life and kissing the rope indentations on my wrists.

"Ah, Baby Girl, you are amazing."

My answer was a slight smile and light moan.