Page 55 of Gideon
“Do you want to cum?” I asked her, already knowing her answer to that question as well.
“Yes, Sir,” she muttered through tightly clenched teeth.
“Tell me how badly you want to cum,” I goaded her, my thumb speeding up against that sensitive little button at the top of her slit.
“Oh, you asshole,” she sneered. I quickly brought my hand down lightly over her cunt, slapping it with very little real force behind it. “Ouch!” she shrieked. I wanted to chuckle at her, but I held back, keeping my stoic look of discipline.
“That is no way to talk to your Sir, little vixen,” I teased her. Her eyes widened, and I threw her a wink to let her know that I was playing. Or at least, partially playing.
“I want to cum. Please let me cum, Sir,” she attempted again.
“Oh, you can beg better than that,” I teased her. I knew I was making it difficult, but it was just so much fun watching her struggle. I didn’t miss her eye roll. On any other occasion, I would have corrected her for that as well, but I did not want to add insult to injury. That was not the point of tonight’s demonstration.
“Jesus, please, Sir. I’ll do anything, just please let me cum,” she keened.
“Beautiful vixen, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I chuckled darkly. “But, yes, you may cum,” I finally conceded, my fingers moving faster between her lower lips, pushing her towards her climax. I watched as she fell apart beautifully in my arms. I pushed her hard and fast, wringing two, three, four earth-shattering orgasms from her before finally giving her a brief respite.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped, panting as she came down from the waves of orgasm I had forced her to endure. I brought my fingers to my lips, tasting her as I had wanted to do since we began this whole thing. I groaned at the taste of her.
“Holy fuck is right,” I agreed with a wolfish grin.
“I cannotbelieve you just did that,” she blushed in embarrassment.
“Why not? You taste absolutely divine. Here, taste,” I instructed, slipping my fingers back between her soaked folds and bringing my fingers up to her lips to taste.
She looked at me with wide eyes as her mouth opened, her tongue slipping around my fingers as she tasted herself. My cock twitched at the feel of her tongue, and I found myself wishing thatitwas sliding between her lips instead of my fingers. The thought of my cock coated in her cum as she licked and sucked her essence away had me literally dripping for her.
I quickly unhooked the paper cuffs from her ankles, moving her so that she could sit in my lap. I needed to feel her heat against my length. If I didn’t feel her squeezing around me soon, my cock might literally explode.
I guided her into my lap, helping her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her wetness coated my rock-hard member as we ground our hips together. I groaned at the feel of her, using every ounce of my willpower to not simply thrust inside of her and ravish her right here, right now.
“Arms up,” I guided her, helping her to move her arms over my head, where she could hang on while still being bound by the paper rings. I stole her lips in a kiss as my cock finally slipped past her folds and into her tight heat.
“Fucking hell,” I murmured against her lips. My hands gripped her hips tightly, helping her to grind and rock on my hard length. She squeezed me, her back arching until her breasts pressed against my chest. Her hard nipples rubbed against me as I moved her body, helping her find her rhythm.
“Make yourself feel good, vixen. Ride me and make that pretty little pussy sing for me,” I groaned. She whimpered as she began to move of her own accord, rocking and circling her hips in a nonsensical fashion with no real rhyme or rhythm. I let her move, let her explore as she moved over me. She lifted herself up just a little and slid back down over my length. My head fell back with a guttural groan of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Squeeze me. Milk my hard cock,” I urged her, coaxing her movements. She rode me faster, finding her own internal rhythm.
My teeth clenched tightly as I felt my balls tighten, ready to explode already like a fucking teenager with no control. She made me feel out of control. She made me feel on fire, so alive with desire and passion.
I felt her begin to quiver around me, her own orgasm beginning to simmer just below the surface. My hands helped to guide her, just a little deeper, just a touch faster.
“Eyes on me, vixen,” I commanded her gently. Her vibrant green eyes popped open, meeting mine as she gasped and whimpered her need for me. We stayed connected, body and mind, as she began to crest, her orgasm claiming her and pulling mine forward. She pulled it from me like a siren’s call, inexorable as the tide as I emptied my seed into her warm cunt.
She clung to me, her eyes widening, filling with tears as a single sob tore from her lips.
I could see the worry in her eyes.
“Right here with me, Vixen. Stay with me,” I coaxed her, willing her to stay in the moment and trust me. I knew how big of a deal it was and I wanted her to know she was safe.
“Push just a little more for me,” I gently commanded her, willing her to hold back that orgasm just a moment longer. She was so close, so very —
Rip!
“RED!” she screamed, the sound echoing in the room as she pulled the paper at her wrists apart almost violently.
“Naomi, I’m here,” I soothed her, cupping her chin to look at me, but she immediately yanked her head back, clambering off of the bed and across the room where she cowered against the wall.
