“Stupid asshole.” She attempted to move but I wrapped my other arm around her, holding her close to me. One of her hands was pinned under her, and the other pulled at my hair. She cursed under her breath.
I couldn’t resist. I spread her lips and slid one finger in, grinning at the way she arched her back. I moved slowly at first, but her moans made me lose all sense of pace. It wasn’t long before I added another finger. Every time they went in, she pushed her hips forward, grinding against me. I had forgotten how sensitive I was myself, letting out soft moans through clenched teeth. Soon, I was grinding against her too.
It was clear she had forgotten her original plan, doing nothing but grind, moan, and pull my hair. I let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Weren’t you supposed to be the one in control here?” I asked between moans. It was quickly becoming harder to stay quiet.
“Who … who says I’m not?”
“Me-”
I cut myself off with a yell as I fell backwards. The sudden stop knocked the air out of me, only able to look up at Lizzie’s grin while I caught my breath. She had kicked one of the chair’s levers, making it go completely flat. She wasted no time, pulling my belt away from my jeans and making makeshift handcuffs. My wrists were together before I could form a single coherent thought.
“Who says I’m not in control?” She repeated, pulling on the belt. Its hold on my arms tightened.
“H-Hey, wait a second-”
She ignored me, unzipping my pants. “I gave you your chance. Now it’s my turn.” She paused as she pulled down the waistband of my boxers, grinning.
“L-Liz, I-”
“Don’t say you haven’t missed this.” The desire in her voice was strong. She held my dick with her free hand, guiding it into her.
“L-Lizzie!” I whined as the warmth enveloped me, all of her muscles squeezing me tight. “L-Liz-” I moaned as she started moving, the pace already much too fast if she wanted me to last. “Condom- Liz-zie, the …”
She paused. “What.”
“I-I … I’m not wearing a …” I panted. “A condom …”
She tilted her head. “I know.”
“W-What!?”
“Perhaps it’ll give you more … encouragement to not cum.”
“Not … Lizzie!” I gasped as she started moving again, pulling against the restraints.
She kept going, pulling them tight, like she was holding a leash for my wrists.
I threw my head back and whined. My legs dangled above the ground, my arms were wrapped tight. Lizzie’s weight had me pinned to the chair. I was helpless. I could only whimper and struggle. And concentrate on not coming. I clenched my teeth, as if holding in my sounds would stop it from feeling so good.
Don’t cum. Don’t cum. I squeezed my eyes shut. The sounds of her moans filled my head, the feeling of her going at whatever speed felt best for her, the pulling on my restraints. My pleasure came out in whines, my muscles tensing. I couldn’t even whimper out a warning.
She stopped. “Close already?”
I whined my agreement. Every muscle was tense, trying to hold back. I was panting.
“Mmm? How close?” She carefully moved to lay down on top of me, pinning my arms between us.
I whimpered, not even able to look up at her.
“Come on~ I’m going to need an answer.” A hand traced over my chest through my shirt. “Unless you want me to find out the hard way.”
“D-Don’t! I’m … so …” I tried to speak between needy breaths.
“Well, you’re going to have to hold on for me.” She had the mercy to stop moving. “I’m not done with you.”
“I-I … We can do something e-else … to f-finish you off.”
“Hmm. No, I quite like being up here.”
“Lizzie …” I whined.
“Hmm? Who?”
“M… Mistress …”
“There we go. Good boy.”
She started again, small movements to test how much I could take. The answer was ‘not a lot’, but she kept at it, keeping me on the edge. She gave me breaks, but they didn’t last long before she got impatient and started again. It was the first time I began to dislike how much she remembered about me, how well she knew my body. My logical fear for a condom was quickly being overpowered.
She began again, my break shorter than ever. My thighs were still shaking, and it wasn’t long before my entire body was tense again. She didn’t stop. Her moans grew louder, her movements faster. My fear returned.
“M-Mistress!” I cried out.
She stopped, a devious smile on her face. “Close again? Already?”
I nodded, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Well, so am I. So you’re going to have to hold on for me while I finish. Got it?”
Hold on? Already, I was right on the edge. She was twitching, and even that was threatening to push me over. And she wanted to keep going? “M- … Mistress … p-please …” I whined.
“Or …” Her fingers tapped on my chest. “Are you going to tell me that you want to cum?”
Somewhere in my skull, my remaining brain cell screamed about how it was a bad idea. I didn’t have the willpower to listen to it. Her twitching was driving me wild. I nodded.
Her grin widened. “Beg for it, then.”
I didn’t have it in me to protest, much to her amusement. “M-Miss … Mistress … I-I need you.
“Mhm?”
“I n-need you so badly, Mistress … p-please …”
She started again without warning, fast. “Cum for me, then.”
I barely heard her, my mind blank. Despite being a breath away from cumming moments earlier, the sudden change of pace was able to hold me for just a little longer. Unbelievably sensitive but unable to cum, body putting all of its energy into shaking instead of allowing relief. Worse than torture. The few seconds seemed to last forever. Then finally, I was sent spiraling, mouth open in a silent scream. My entire body shuddered with each wave of pleasure, twitching and shaking.
“Good boy, good boy,” she murmured between moans.
A strange sensation went over me, almost painful. It was only then I realized that she hadn’t stopped, going even faster than before. I couldn’t speak, only whimper to the rhythm she had set. My face was red, heat radiating from every cell in my body.
She kept going. “I’m almost there. You’re doing such a good job for me.”
I struggled, trying to squirm away. I had no luck. My energy quickly escaped me as the sensation began to build, making my whimpers louder. I could barely hear her over my own sounds, paired with the daze that was setting in. I couldn’t think. It was hard to breathe. But somehow, it felt good. My muscles were using all of their remaining energy to struggle, but it also felt so, so good.
“C-cumming!” She gasped, gripping my shirt as her movements became off-beat.
Her muscles were squeezing me so tight. The sensation was only getting worse. She was throbbing so hard. Her voice was so hot. She looked so good on top of me. She-
The most pathetic noise escaped my mouth as I came to a crescendo once more, her squeezing milking a second climax out of me. We shook together for a good few seconds, until she sighed softly and laid down on top of me. My legs were still twitching.
After some time, she lifted her hips and took me out of her, smirking at the pathetic little sounds I made. “S-still … sensitive …”
“I know.” She played with my hair, smiling. “You did such a good job for me.”
“I-I … the condom …”
She giggled and patted my head. “Yeah. Relax, I have an IUD in.”
I let out a long sigh, too spent to argue about it.
She kissed my forehead. “Well, I suppose I should let you get back to work, right? Since you’re so busy.”
I groaned. “I’m so … tired …”
“That’s too bad. I know your work is so important to you.”
I groaned again. “I’m … going to bed.”
“Oh?” She grinned, sitting up. “Well, in that case, you’re coming with me. I wasn’t lying when I said it was cold upstairs.”
“Give me a second …”
She stood up, noticing the belt. “Come on!” She pulled on it, making me stumble out of the chair. She giggled. “You really are a good boy.”
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