Your cock is beautiful – 38

She wisely clamped her lips shut, just as she was about to apologize again.

I reached into the brown bag and pulled out another toy. The very first thing that had been delivered to me, my first real tool.

The ball gag.

“Open your mouth.” I ordered.

She parted her lips slightly. I roughly stuck two fingers between her lips and spread them, making her open wide.

I placed the bright, red rubber ball into her mouth, and quickly pulled the black leather strap behind her head.

She grunted in surprise and turned her head quickly to the side as I tightened the gag. I wasn’t sure how tight to make it, but when I fastened the buckle it looked a lot like it did in all the pictures.

Her perfect white teeth stood out against the deep red of the ball, and she was squeaking with terror. I grabbed her chin and turned her face towards me, taking the opportunity to pump my hips a few times, grinding her clit against my pubic bone.

“There, isn’t that better?” I asked soothingly, “Now you won’t forget.”

I reached up and lightly tugged on her hair.

“Now get back to work.”

She didn’t respond at first. She just sat there, impaled and gagged.

She let out a quick, garbled squeak, as if trying to speak but realizing she couldn’t.

She looked down, although still blinded, and seemed to shiver. She was breathing heavily through her nose, and she uselessly moaned again.

“If you want to stop, just get off.” I said lazily, as if it didn’t make a difference to me.

But I knew, of course, that she couldn’t tell me to stop if she couldn’t speak, which is why I’d moved her on top of me before gagging her.

She sat for another minute, then eventually started to move.

She squeaked with pleasure, then stopped again.

I valued my self control, but even I had my limits. Sitting like this, fully buried inside her tight, warm pussy without actually moving was driving me insane.

“Hurry up!” I grunted, whipping her chest again.

She reacted to the pain and jumped up a few inches, then slowly sank down. She quickly found a rhythm, finally getting back to a decent pace.

I sighed with frustration and lay back. She’d been in my room for what had to be almost an hour and I still hadn’t cum.

She suddenly fell forward, without her arms to stop her. Her chin fell against my shoulder, but she didn’t stop moving. In fact, with this new angle she took the opportunity to ride me even harder, her sexy hips rolling wildly.

I held her head and turned to her, loving the erotic, desperate, yet muffled gasps of pleasure she was panting into my ear. I buried my face in her neck, biting and licking her throat.

She squealed, and came again, hard.

She stopped shaking her hips, and her body sagged against me.

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off, sitting her up right.

“Naughty slut.” I said, “When are you going to learn?”

I reached into my bag and pulled out yet another toy. I hesitated, looking at her.

She was crying, I realized, tears slowly falling from her covered eyes. She was sitting too steadily either, looking like she was about to collapse.

“If this is all you can do, you might as well get off.” I said.

She shook her head violently and started to move again, grunting with each thrust. I let out a sigh of relief. I’d worried I’d pushed her too hard, but she didn’t need to stop yet.

“Stop.” I ordered.

My final toy was a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a thin, but long steel chain.

I held the small clamps open with my fingers. Again, I hesitated.

But not for long. I released the clamps at the same time, slowly letting them bite into her erect nipples. She whimpered with pain, gasping through the gag. I let the chain hang down between them, tugging on it gently before letting it bounce off her tight stomach.

I saw more tears leak out from under the blindfold, and she let her head hang back. The sight was so erotic, I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting upwards.

“You better be careful, sweetheart.” I sighed, stroking her face. “A few more orgasms and I might run out of toys…”

I smacked her ass hard, making her jump.

“Go.”

She whined loudly, but took a deep breath.

She pushed down with her knees, but again lost her balance and fell forward. I wordlessly grabbed her by the throat and pushed her upright.

“Go.” I said again, more sternly.

Again, she let out a delicious little whine. She breathed deeply through her nose, and slowly started to rise off my cock.

I stayed silent, watching her beautiful, quivering body lift upwards, her tight pussy clinging to my shaft as it went. She reached about half way up, then quickly sank down again, whimpering at the sensation. She did this a few more times, and I was getting impatient.

I picked up the crop and flicked my wrist backwards, catching her lightly on the back of her shoulder with the stinging tip.

“Mia, I know you don’t want to cum again…” I sighed, sounding bored, “But you’re not being very fun.”

I saw her jaw clench slightly as she bit into her gag, then started to move with more purpose.

“That’s it sweetheart.” I encouraged, “Let’s see if you can make me cum.”

To be honest, I could have finished at any moment. Having her bound like this was powerfully erotic, and her wet pussy always felt incredible. But this was as much about the control of my own pleasure as it was about controlling her.

I reached over to grab my camera from the night stand, putting a hand against her shoulder to stop her toppling as I leaned.

I lay back and snapped a few more loud pictures, enjoying the way she’d tense and squirm with every click. I gently put the crop against her face, taking a few shots with it included.

She started to slow again, so I suddenly whipped one of her tightly clamped nipples.

She froze and fell completely on to my cock, and her back stiffened. She let out a strangled squeak while her pussy gently quivered along my shaft. She was trying not to cum.

I grinned and clenched my fists, excited to see if she’d make it. After a few tense seconds, she breathed out slowly and started to rise again.

I wanted to laugh. She was so sensitive, it was so much fun watching her hold back. I knew that the pleasure she could experience could be literally mind-blowing for her, and yet she wouldn’t let herself feel it until I said so.

So much was perfect about these quiet moments, just watching and feeling her try so desperately to pleasure me, and deny herself that same pleasure. Everything else; the gag, the blindfold, the bound arms, the nipple clamps… She was like a living fantasy, so perfectly sexy.

I was breathing heavily and the incredible eroticism was sending warm, pleasant waves through my abdomen, as if I could feel the hot blood rushing through my body to my engorged cock.

I needed to cum, but more I needed not to. I wanted to wait and wait, for this moment to last forever, for this moment to stretch on and on, holding her here, holding us both at the edge of pure pleasure.

I waited as long as I could, watching rapt at every movement of her body, every jiggle of her full breasts still connected by the loose chain at her nipples, every flex of her stomach muscles under the light sheen of sweat, every jerk of her head as she sank down onto my cock and tried yet again to hold back her incredible building orgasm.

I hated my weakness, but eventually I had to end it. I knew I had to finally release the on-coming flood of pleasure that was waiting for the both of us. And I knew just how to do it.

“Good girl, Mia.” I said lightly, breaking the long, long silence. “You’re doing such a good job sweetheart.”

I reached up and gently stroked her face.

“I think you’ve earned a reward… Why don’t I take one of these off for you? Would you like that?”

She nodded slowly, hesitantly. She didn’t trust me.

I grinned.