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“Yes, Sir.”
Shit. I hadn’t asked her to call me anything like that. Not for days. She wasn’t talking so what was the point. Sir. It sounded good. I think a fire was burning behind my eyes by then. Certainly Jodie, after one short period of meeting me eye-to-eye, flinched and kept her focus elsewhere.
“Sir, sounds good. Use that in future.”
Her reply was weak. “Yes, Sir.”
Oh fuck. I’m done. I’m caught. Who was the captor here? Me or her?
I was an accountant. A fucking good accountant. But, I regarded Jodie, tied up, nipples stuck with my needles, flushed, breathing hard, and with her cuffed thighs spread far apart, showing me how much her slit glistened with moisture. Little muscle movements in her thighs betrayed her. She wanted this. Needles, all that, whatever. She was aroused and quivering.
So much for punishment. I laughed inside. Orgasm denial would have to be enough. I turned on the massager and prepped her well. I cruised the vibrating head over her – body, breasts, inner thighs, and around her clit, until she was begging me with urgent eyes and moans. I played it on her clit in bursts. I finger fucked her slowly in between times when I turned it off.
Her G spot was swollen up inside there. I paid it some attention, then left it alone. Jodie trembled, groaned and strained so hard I swear I heard the thigh cuffs creak.
With her sweaty and whimpering, I stepped back, dragged off my T-shirt, undid my pants, and tossed them aside, then slipped off my underwear last of all. My cock was standing up like a flagpole by then. I was so stiff. I’d been aching to fuck her for the last hour. If anyone should have been groaning it was me.
“Nothing hurting in your legs?” I wasn’t concerned about her arms, they weren’t tight or folded. “Pins and needles?” Her color everywhere was normal.
“Noo. I just want to come. Sir.”
Damn it. For calling me that again, I nearly let her. I cleared my throat, gripped my cock. “No. Do not come. Not. Okay?”
“Yess.” Her word quavered. “I’ll try.”
“No. You will not!”
“Yes,” she replied weakly.
“Good girl.” I hauled her to the edge of the table.
I aimed at her entrance, and sank in balls deep in one long glide that made me close my eyes in appreciation. Her cunt fitted me tightly. Wet, juicy, and hot as a volcano.
“Damn,” I gasped out.
I opened my eyes and leaned over her, still deep within. The string to her nipples was taut. Her back bowed off the table, her lower spine arched upward too but her thighs had fallen open in utter surrender. I pumped a few times, watching her closely, watching her quiver and sigh and moan. Her small grunts of pleasure were adorable.
I thumped in harder, thrilling at the spasms I felt on my cock and the wet sounds from her pussy as I shunted in and out. That I could put needles in her and still get her like this…damn that spoke to my bones. Loved it.
I fucked her long and hard until I came so explosively I wondered if my eyeballs were going to be sucked away. I collapsed partly over her. My shaking forearms rested either side of her on the table and I could barely stay up. Exhausted. Her little weak noise made me raise my head.
“What?”
“Can I come now? Please? Sir?”
“No.” I grinned at her pitiful expression. “No. You may not.” Damn, maybe I was evil.
I figured I was fit enough to do the Olympics after that. And I decided I would torture her some more, for the next three days. No orgasms but loads of teasing. It would make the day after all of that ever so much more interesting. She’d be twitching in her sleep if I did it right. I grinned to myself.
Now to take out those needles. I wondered if it would hurt her pulling them out. And then I wondered if she’d come when I did. If she did, I’d excuse her just that once. Some things were worth seeing.
She didn’t orgasm. By the time I pulled on the last needle, she might have been in subspace. She barely gasped when I inched out the shiny steel. Her skin tented outward as if clinging to the point. I laid aside the needle, gently kissed her lips. Rope slid on rope. Knots unknotted. Clips were unclicked. The mechanics and humble use of my muscles to free her sank me. Thoughts twisted, slowed. Serenity flowed in.
Blinking, I undid the last piece of rope. I set my hands on her and rolled her onto her back. Her flesh rocked as I massaged her limbs. Her eyes stayed closed. Satiated, sweaty, my captive.
What better reward than this: her, as mine? I smiled. Soft as the drift of a breeze, I drew the knuckles of my hand down her cheekbone, and I rolled open her lip.
Then her eyes opened. I stared into that wonderland. This time I didn’t see blue. I saw sea. I saw sky. I saw the outside world, the fracture between now and what might be.
