Passion in Restraints (5 page)

She bit her lip to stifle the chuckle trying to leap free. Then, she placed her palm on the centre of his torso. “I think you should first take off your clothes. I want to see you naked before me.” She couldn’t stop the sly grin from spreading across her face.

“As you wish.” He gave a nod and took a step back.

He gripped the lower portion of his tight shirt, then lifted it over his head before dropping it on the floor. Gwen stared at the glorious muscles in his chest. My God, he was a work of art with his six-pack abs. His hard nipples were primed for licking and sucking, which she planned to do. A vine-like tattoo ran from his shoulder, wrapped around the bulges in his arm, and continued to his wrist.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, bringing her gaze up to his.

“Very much.”

He unfastened his trousers and pushed them down. When his cock sprang free, Gwen gaped at the largeness of it. Veins snaked along his thick shaft. A thin layer of dark hair surrounded it and covered his balls. Clearly, the man had trimmed his big boys.

“Will I meet your needs?” he asked as he stepped out of his shoes and trousers.

Gwen put her hands on her hips. “Enough questions. I don’t want to hear anymore.”

A hint of a smile formed on his face, but he stopped it and gave a nod.

After she removed her shoes, she kicked them and his clothes out of the way. “Sit,” she said as she pointed to the cushioned bench in front of the bed.

He obeyed her instructions.

She moved in front of him and couldn’t stop from marvelling at his member. His girth impressed her and she doubted she could fit him in her mouth. But she could accommodate him between her legs, and that’s where she really longed for him.

“I want you to remove my dress, but you can’t touch me.”

He grasped the bottom of her garment and lifted it. She raised her arms when he reached her torso. Carefully, he tugged the dress up and over her head without touching her. As he sat down, he gazed along the length of her body.

She lifted a finger and wagged it in front of him. “Remember.”

He swallowed and the lump in his throat moved. If Gwen guessed right, he was struggling with her request not to make contact with her especially now that she stood in nothing but underwear.

She raked her fingers into his short inky hair and tilted his head back until his gaze met hers. “To answer your question, I think you will meet my needs. I’m going to kiss you, then lick your well-manicured body. You’re stiff, but I want you harder. Your punishment is you can’t touch me unless I give you permission. Understand?”

He clenched his jaw and gave her a lazy blink.

“Good.”

She bent and pressed her mouth to his. He parted his lips, then slid his tongue between them and hers. His invasion was fast and greedy. He stroked and sucked, devoured her as if he were starving. Her temperature rose while her string underwear became wetter by the second. The urge to climb on him pressed upon her, but she held back. She wanted his need to grow, push him to the point where he’d erupt like a volcano and make mad love to her. When she noticed him moving his arms behind his back, she suspected that her form of punishment was starting to have an effect on him.

Hot and aroused, Gwen pried her lips and tongue from him. While she enjoyed his hungry kiss, she hankered to feel more of him. Taste more of him. Play with him.

She moved back to bring a gap between them. “Stand up.”

Holding his arms behind him, he rose.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and enjoyed feeling his warm and soft skin. As she moved further down and over the solid muscles, it was clear he was a very strong man. “You must work out a lot.”

He pushed his lips together and nodded.

Gwen smoothed her hands back up and onto his chest. The feel of his soft heated flesh encouraged her to press her body to him. She brought her palms over his nipples. The perky points tickled her. She brought her touch lower and felt each curve of his abdomen. He was indeed a fine, well-built man.

She kissed his cheek, then his jawbone. He didn’t move. But when she dragged her tongue down his neck, he sucked in a breath and stiffened. Gwen continued on a path down his chest and planted small kisses along the way. His muscles tightened and his cock twitched. The movement caught her eye and she smiled.
Punishment is working.
She reached one of his hard nipples, circled it, then licked it. Mark released the breath he was holding but his body remained taut. Gwen closed her mouth over the pointy tip. The moment she started sucking it, his body became rigid all over again.

Gwen took pleasure in torturing him. The tension in his body was intense. Every muscle under her palms was firm. She wondered if his big member was equally solid. As she moved to the next bud, she glanced down. His dick twitched and came close to touching her. The purple head and vibrant veins revealed his agony. Could he take more punishment? Could she deliver more since she wanted his large prize inside her?

She brushed her tongue over his other pebble. The knowledge that she had control over him magnified her longing for him. She wanted satisfaction, wanted him to pound his flesh into her and make her come. But she loved teasing him and she wasn’t nearly done. Instead of latching onto his bud, she gently nibbled on it.

“Fuck me,” he said.

Gwen straightened. “Oh, what’s wrong? Am I being too harsh?” She slid her hand to his groin and wrapped her fingers around his erection. “Does this help?”

He pressed his lips together and groaned as she squeezed him. His skin was soft and warm but underneath was stone. A drop of cum leaked from the tiny slit on his bulbous head. His suffering was obvious. He strained to keep his arms back and in doing so the muscles ballooned and long blue veins appeared. Gwen stroked his length and placed her other hand under his balls. As she fondled them, he groaned again.

“Fuck,” he repeated.

“Not yet.”

He shook his head.

“You said I could punish you.” She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock and wiped the dribble of cum away.

“You are doing a fine job.”

“Am I? This is my first time at doing something like this.” She released his member and took a step away from him. “Maybe I’m not harsh enough.”

She reached around her back and unlatched her bra. The straps slid from her shoulders as she pushed the garment off her. His eyes widened when she freed her girls.

“Do they meet with your approval?” she asked as she gathered her hair and raised her arms. She hoped the show reminded him of the one she had given him at the café except now her tits were on full display for him.

“They are quite beautiful,” he said, gazing at her chest.

“Would you like to touch them?” She swayed slightly, teasing him.

His eyes gleamed with lust. “Very much.”

“What else would you like to do to them?” She moved closer to him.

“I want to squeeze them and suck on your nipples until they are sore.”

Her heart gained extra beats while more moisture seeped into her panties. Need coiled within her from his words and the way he looked at her. His hungry gaze warmed her. It wasn’t fair that he could arouse her so much. The man deserved more punishment.

She lowered her arms and her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. “I’m glad you’re fond of them, but I sense you still need discipline. Get on the bed please and lie down.”

He let go of his wrists and walked to the side of the bed. After he tugged the fluffy comforter to the foot end, he climbed onto the mattress. He lay on his back, head propped on a pillow, arms above him and legs spread. Gwen stared in awe at his erection and wondered if she’d made a mistake by asking him to lie down. Now more than ever, she wanted to impale herself on his shaft and ride him.

“Is this good for you?” His lips twitched.

Gwen suspected that he knew she craved his dick and was taunting her. She could play his game too. She crawled onto the mattress and as stealthy as a cat, she moved between his legs.

“Remember, no touching,” she said as she hovered above his length.

His eyes grew wide and he gripped the pillow under his head. He inhaled and was slow to release his breath. His desire for her ran deep, yet he held onto his control. But for how long? She had the power to make him suffer for making her so horny, for tempting her to fuck him with his seductive words, lick-o-licious body and thick shaft. She’d make him pay for his wickedness.

She took his member into her hand and parted her lips. Slowly, she slid him into her mouth. He closed his eyes while tension claimed hold of his body. The muscles in his arms bulged as he tightened his grasp on the pillow. She stroked underneath his cock with her tongue as she pushed him deeper. He filled her mouth unlike any man ever had. When he’d reached the back of her throat she noticed she’d only devoured three-quarters of him. How could she possibly take every bit of his penis?

She wouldn’t. Her plan to discipline him was working well. As she sucked on his dick, she sensed his need for relief intensifying. She didn’t need to take all of it into her mouth.

Gwen lifted her head and his rod left her lips with a soft pop. “Have I punished you enough?”

He nodded.

“Good, because I’m not done yet.”

As he pressed his head back into the pillow and shook it, Gwen climbed on top of him. She sat on his erection and rubbed her damp string panties along it.

“Can you tell if I’m wet?” she asked, toying with him.

He gripped the pillow firmly and squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes. God, yes.”

She bunched her hair behind her head and lifted the strands away from her neck. “Open your eyes.”

He did and they lit up with excitement. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She bit her lip as she ground her crotch against his length. He felt so good underneath her. So hard. So ready to fill her. Each brush of her clit brought her closer to an orgasm. Her panties became wetter. They needed to go. She needed him to please her.

“This feels so good, but I need more.” She swung her leg over him and sat at his side. As quickly as she could, she slid her string down her legs. “You have a job to do now, and I hope you do it well.”

He rose in a flash. “What kind of job?”

She tossed her panties over the bed. Grinning, she lowered onto her back with her knees up and thighs spread wide. “No touching. Just licking. Make me come.”

He smiled and twisted onto his knees. “I’ll take great pleasure in this job.”

Her heart rate spiked as she watched him approach between her legs. He directed his hungry eyes to her pussy. Maybe his job wasn’t a reprimand of any sort, but she didn’t care anymore. She craved a release and she wanted it to come from him.

Mark lowered and kept his palms on the bed under her knees. Anticipation climbed within her as she watched him. When he delved his tongue along her slit, she gasped and nearly came. He brushed her clit again and again, lapping it with slow strokes. Zings of desire raced through her and she arched her back. She burned. She ached. She yearned for more. Holding his head between her thighs, she ground into his devouring kiss. Her body was on fire. She was a ticking time bomb. The more he caressed her sensitive nub, the faster she climbed towards her climax. Then it came. Her inner walls contracted and the tranquillity of the release eased all her built-up tension.

“God, that felt fucking good,” she said and let go of his head.

He met her gaze. “I take it you approve.”

She chuckled. “Completely.”

“Can I fuck you now?”

“Please do.”

He leapt from the bed and tugged open the nightstand drawer. Items rattled from within. He fished a foil package out. Swiftly, he ripped it open with his teeth. After he had rolled the condom over his length, he hopped back on the mattress.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he said as he crawled on his knees between her legs.

She grinned widely. “Was my punishment too much?”

“You’re about to find out.”

After he curled his arms under her legs, he lifted them. His excitement and quick movements aroused her. She was hot and horny all over again. He moved closer and his cock brushed against her mound. The brief touch electrified her. She wanted more. He positioned the thick head of his erection at her entrance, then moved her ankles above his shoulders.

“Finally,” he said, before he propelled his dick inside her.

Gwen gasped as he slid deep into her canal.

He groaned as he held himself within her. “Fucking hot.”

He withdrew, then hastily sheathed his shaft inside her slick walls.

“Fuck me,” Gwen said, enthralled by the fullness of him within her.

“With pleasure.”

He pumped into her again and again, each time driving her near another orgasm. The feel of his length sliding deep overwhelmed her. He worked hard and fast, grunting while he sought to acquire his release. His zeal was like no other she’d seen before. White hot passion burned with each thrust he made. She was in awe of him and the pleasure he gave her. She locked her legs around his head and met his movements. Tension claimed hold of him and ground into her faster. Her breathing laboured, but she didn’t care. She wanted to come again. She wanted to feel his mammoth cock pulsing within her.

Gwen’s wishes came to fruition only seconds later. Mark’s shaft throbbed against her walls. Groaning, he continued driving inside her canal. The strong beat of his member along with the taps on her G-spot sent her over the edge. Her orgasm arrived and it was another gripping one that sent her into pure ecstasy.

Mark took a deep breath. Slowly, he released it. “I love feeling a woman come. There’s nothing like it.” His dick continued to spasm.

Sweet bliss drifted through Gwen. She savoured the fullness of him buried deep in her canal. “This woman enjoys coming. In fact, I wonder if I should discipline you again.”

He lowered his body onto hers and kissed her. “Next time, it’s my turn.”

She stared into his eyes and considered whether she could handle him delivering punishment to her. The answer came when her walls contracted around his erection.