I’m mindless with the pleasure, but I also know that it’s not for me. This is for him. I’m here for his pleasure in this moment, and I feel a sense of calm, knowing that I’m doing something that makes him happy, gives him pleasure.
He grabs my ass harder, and more pain and pleasure blend together. Suddenly I’m on the edge, crying out as he fucks me, and it feels like an eternity of perfection before I feel him jerk inside me, finishing. Matthew groans, pressing a kiss to the center of my spine. I feel the loss of him and my orgasm as he pulls out of me and takes care of the condom, and then he’s right there, flipping me over onto my back, but he doesn’t release my restraints.
He opens a drawer by his bed and then a small vibrator slips into my pussy—the kind that has a little loop that circles out and up to cover the clit. Holding up the tiny remote, he grins. I grin too, because this means I’m going to come. But my grin fades when I see him reach for the nightstand and for his phone. He clicks a couple of buttons. “I’m setting a timer,” he tells me.
“Sir?” The vibrator clicks on, low but strong enough to make me stop talking. It’s on a slow build setting, so the vibration comes in slow waves, building to a higher intensity and dropping back down to almost nothing.
“Ten minutes. Enjoy the vibrator. Scream. Count backwards from one-hundred. Whatever you have to do, but until this alarm sounds, you do not have permission to come.”
“Are you serious?” I’m embarrassed by how desperate my voice sounds. He raises an eyebrow. “Are you serious, Sir?”
“I am very serious. And I have no problem spanking you a few more times if you decide to come early.”
I don’t think that my ass cold take that, and I grit my teeth as the vibrations drive me higher, to the very brink of orgasm and then fade away. I moan, and he chuckles. “No one said that being a Dom wasn’t also a little fun.”
“You said this would be a reward.”
“It is,” he smirks. “I could have fucked you and not let you come at all. I could have sent you to bed dripping and desperate, but I’m not. So say thank you.”
I glare at him, but I say it. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Very nice. Your time starts now.”
What? It hasn’t started yet? I let my head fall back on the pillow and Matthew laughs, settling into a chair next to the bed to watch. He’s still hard, and he absently strokes his cock while I’m writhing around, and I’ve never felt so sexy. The thought stops me in my tracks for a second. Tied up and being denied an orgasm is the sexiest I’ve ever felt. Why? What is wrong with me? What is wrong with this? I can’t think about it because the vibrations are cresting again and it’s everything I can do to stop myself from going over. It’s like holding back a wave.
“I can’t,” I tell him. “It’s too much.”
“You can. Look at me.” I do, and I focus on that hand, moving up and down, teasing himself. “Up here.”
We lock eyes, and the vibrations fade. “Why this way?”
“Because right now obeying my will is more important than your pleasure. And because you are submissive, you’ll will find equal or more satisfaction in obeying than you will in the orgasm.”
“I highly doubt that,” I say, my voice strained as another crest of vibrations comes. I look eyes with him again, and his stare gets me through the wave, and then another. Even though I beg him just to let me come, and he says no, looking at him lets me hold on for those fractions of a second before it’s too late.
I have no idea if it’s just my imagination, but it seems like the waves are getting faster. My hands are clenching and releasing, my muscles shaking, and god I am drowning in the pleasure. I can’t see anymore, I’m blind with it, can barely breathe through it, just existing inside of it. I know that I’m almost screaming, a constant, heady plea for release.
And then I hear it, the shrill chirping of what can only be the alarm on Matthew’s phone, and I let go because there’s no physical way I can hold on any longer. My orgasm rips through me like a supernova, flying higher as that damned little vibrator crests its wave, and I scream. The pleasure is white hot, searing, like every nerve is on fire and I want them to stay burning forever. It doesn’t seem to fade.
Matthew’s mouth is on mine, and I kiss him. And I blink my eyes open to see him looking down at me with look that pierces through me—and I know he sees me. All of me. He slips inside me and I gasp, coming again, hard and fast from just the feel of him. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around him—my arms are free! And pull him closer. I can’t move anything else because he’s cleverly pinned me down with his body.