Luna’s Injury

Literotic asexstories – Luna’s Injury by Summer_Monroe,Summer_Monroe
After six days of use and denial, you tend to daydream. Thankfully, my work isn’t too strenuous, but it is still a fast paced environment. I always do my best, and always aim to please. Recently, on a particularly hectic day, I was running with some papers and broke a bone in my hand falling down in the office. I tripped and instead of reaching out, I held on to the papers as if they would soften the fall. Obviously, they did not. All they did was protect my face from directly hitting the ground at the expense of what my doctor says is my third metacarpal.

“Smooth moves, Looney.” Alex says as we leave the doctors office, this time with a small brace over my right hand. I hate that nickname. My name is Luna.

“Thanks.” I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t trying to break my hand.”

“Well if you were trying, you did a very good job. I’m almost proud of you.” Alex has a penchant for sarcasm. I’ve found he also has a penchant for dominating cute girls.

When we get home he helps me out of the car and into the house. We take off our jackets and throw them lazily over the couch. It’s a bad habit of ours. Looking at my jacket and wanting to be useful, I pick it back up with my good hand and walk to the closet to hang it up properly.

“I’m sorry I won’t be able to help cook dinner with…this.” I say as I lift up my brace. It’s thankfully a small one, and doesn’t go up my arm. It just goes around my hand and thankfully prevents me from using a keyboard. I luckily got off work for at least the next week.

“Not an issue.” Alex says with a grin, bringing his jacket back from the couch as well. “Actually, I think it’ll be a big help for what I have planned.”

“What do you mean?” I ask confused.

He calmly walks over and hangs his jacket up. Eyeing me, he holds my good hand before raising it above me, pushing me into the closet door and his tongue into my mouth. I melt into him, unsure of what to do with my broken hand. He puts his on my waist, further pinning me to the door. After a while he pulls back and looks into my eyes.

“I’ve noticed that whenever I give you permission to touch yourself, you use your right hand.” He says glancing down at my brace. It’s something I would never admit to my friends, but Alex loves it. I always have to ask permission whenever I want to touch myself, and always before I come. The first question is sometimes more of a formality at this point, I’ve never known him to say no. Frustratingly, he’s not so predictable with the second question. I love and hate it at the same time.

“I- I’m, I’m right handed. Of course.” I say surprised. He already knows this.

“Do you think you could come? With your left?” He asks, looking down at me. His hand from my waist raises to meet his wristwatch, still holding my left hand above my head.

“Uh, do you- do you want me t…”

He suddenly drops my hand before moving his to my neck, with his other hand going to the side of my head.

“You have five minutes.” He whispers before his tongue reenters my mouth.

I have a hard time trying to unbutton my work slacks with one hand before I find my already wet panties. Six days of use and denial will do that to you, and Alex knows it. Normally, five minutes isn’t enough to even get me close to coming, but it’s all I’m getting, and I am in no position to start complaining now. I start slow, moving my now lone useful hand over the damp cloth as everything is a little more sensitive than usual. At the same time, I am very frustratingly needy and don’t have much time.

“Four minutes.” Alex whispers in my ear again. I moan into him, and push both my slacks and panties down frantically, revealing my bare, deprived pussy. Alex also requires I keep it clean shaven for him or else I’m punished, but it’s something I would do anyway. “Remember…” He whispers slyly again, glancing down before moving his mouth back onto mine. I don’t need reminding. I know it’s not up to me. I start sliding my middle finger along my overly sensitive slit, but it feels foreign. Strange. I’m not used to getting off with my left hand, much less standing up.

“Three.” He states matter-of-factly. I let out a whimper. I’m nowhere near coming but I don’t want it to stop. He undoes my bra before moving one of his hands back to my neck, repinning me against the door with a tighter grip than before. His other hand pulls up my shirt to reveal my flushed, willing nipples. Like me, they’re also needy and standing up for him to play with. Lightly coaxing and pulling on my left nipple, I know what’s about to come next, and it’s not going to be me. It naively gets harder before he pinches down on it, forcing me to gasp through his exacting grip on my neck. I start going a little faster, and easily lose track of time.

Right as I seem to find a good rhythm, I hear his watch beep before he reaches down to pull my hand away, pinning it against the door. What was five minutes felt like fifteen.

“No, no, please, please, please…” I trail off, out of breath as his lips leave mine.

“Please what? Did you get close?” He asks.

“I… I think so…” I trail off again. I was so desperate, everything at the end got a little hazy. Despite that, I want to come now more than ever. I tell myself a couple extra minutes is all I need, but I know begging Alex for them will be futile.

“Hm. Maybe five days wasn’t enough.” He teases with a grin.

“Six.” I correct him. I definitely keep track of the days more closely than he does. It certainly hasn’t been six for him. He got to come last night, I would know. I hoped my pouty face during the blowjob would gain some sympathy, but it only served to make him come faster. “Plus, you only gave me five minutes.” I protest, the same pouting face coming back. He leans in, getting close to my ear.

“I only wanted to see if you could get close, but with that you just made it a week. Stop complaining and use that mouth to clean up your mess, slut.” He whispers sharply as he moves my hand to my mouth. I moan, closing my eyes as I taste six days of pent up need. From the sound of it, tomorrow I’ll probably be tasting a week.

“You know, I could always make it two. I don’t think we’ve ever made it to two.” Alex says casually, looking at his watch again. My eyes open, glaring up at him, my hand frozen still in my mouth. I think he means “you’ve never made it to two.” because he certainly hasn’t. Again, I’ve made sure of that. His eyes meet mine.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He asks indignantly. I don’t respond, as my fingers are still in my mouth, and I don’t dare take them out. He leans in again.

“When you’re done… if I can still taste your slut cunt on those fingers… I just might have to consider it and give that mouth more training…” He whispers before lightly biting down on my earlobe. I suck harder on my own fingers, tasting myself more fully.

“As a matter of fact…” he trails off before taking my hand out of my mouth.

“I’m not, I’m not do-” I say wide-eyed as I’m interrupted by his hand covering my mouth. He brings my hand to his.

“Mmm, you were so close. Although, I do love how you taste. Shame.” He says with fake disappointment. He raises my hand back above my head. My eyes get even wider, but I can’t object with his other hand still over my mouth. He looks down at my slick, exposed pussy, my slacks and panties sloppily pulled down a foot below minutes earlier. By now there’s clearly a bulge in his pants, still underneath his belt.

“Fuck Luna, I could fuck you right here. Maybe if you prove you can do a good enough job, I might reward you by keeping it at only a week.” I want to roll my eyes, but I don’t want to roll the dice and test my luck. I’ll take a week now if I can get it.

He takes his hand off my mouth, revealing me pouting back up at him through furrowed brows, my pussy already drooling and available.

“Well? I can still make it two. Up to you.” He says indifferently, letting go of my hand still above my head. I sink down to my knees, keeping eye contact with him all the way. I then get to work undoing his belt and pants, revealing his commanding, throbbing cock. I extend my tongue, massaging the tip before cupping his balls the way he likes with my now free left hand. He groans, leaning against the closet door with his forearm. I grip the base of his shaft before he moves his hand behind my head, while also pushing his cock to the back of my throat. I almost struggle to accommodate him, but I’ve had some practice with Alex. I do my best to accept his throbbing member as he pumps into me.

“Good girl.” He says approvingly, trying to keep his composure. I’m also trying to keep mine as I open my eyes to look up into his face. His eyes are closed and he appears focused, looking almost deep in thought as if he wasn’t already deep in me. I don’t think he knows this, but he also tells me when he’s about to come, in his own way. It isn’t too long before I see his eyelids open the tiniest bit, revealing the whites of his eyes. I allow him the release he so cruelly denies me, and prepare for him to come. A second later he shoots his load down my throat, nearly making me choke again. Luckily, because of Alex’s healthy diet, I actually like the taste. I accept and swallow everything he gives me. I lightly massage the last remaining drops out of him, extracting a low groan from him. Still in my mouth, his pulses start to slow down as he catches his breath. I feel his pleasure dissipating as mine is bottled back up. Before he gets too relaxed, he stands up straight and withdraws himself.

“See? That might’ve been five minutes…and I came yesterday. Maybe you just need to need it more.” He teases me again, winking with a flushed face and still trying to catch his breath. He pulls up his pants before starting to take off his belt completely.

“So? Did I earn it?” I look up at him with a smile, still on my knees. He crouches down to be on my level.

“To be honest, I haven’t decided yet.” Alex says raspily as he lifts my chin up again. So much for post-nut clarity. “You better be on your best behavior. If your earlier performance was anything to go by, it seems you’ll find it difficult to come with your left hand even if you do decide to break the rules. Which of course, won’t happen, will it?” He asks in a serious tone of voice that expects only one answer.

“No sir.” I respond. I could never explain it, but I need this. I need to be his. I need to be owned. His hand drops from under my chin, instead opting to lightly brush over my still desperate, unused slit. I shiver at the sudden touch and inhale. He keeps trailing his hand over it lightly as he studies my face, my eyes closed now.

“I love how you get like this when you’re denied. It’ll almost be a shame when you come…” He trails off, testing my response.

“I’ll earn it.” I whisper, determined.

“Oh…I have no doubt about that.”