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She woke slowly, the ropes tied to the headboard rubbing roughly against her wrists, as she stretched on the bed. The long, thin fingers stroking her inside her panties slid easily against her, and she whimpered as the previous evening's activities rushed back to mind. Laying on her stomach, she arched her back and dug her knees into the bed, pushing herself closer to those slick fingers, trying for more friction, hoping Tom would finally let her have some satisfaction. His low laugh was almost too quiet as he pulled away, teasing her as he had for hours the night before.
She had shared her fantasy of being tied and teased, but she never thought he would have taken it so far. Judging by the bright light streaming through the slats of the window blinds, it was mid-morning. Last she had known, it was 4 AM. And, she still hadn't cum.
She whined through the soft, fresh gag that must have been replaced since last night.
"What do you want?" Tom asked. His fingers gently returning to her, sliding slowly up and down. Her hips rocked in sync with his fingers, and she was almost ready to cry again. "I can't help you unless you tell me." The teasing in his voice pushed her body's need higher. She grunted in frustration and tried to turn her head from side to side to see his face. He remained out of view, then straddled himself on the backs of her thighs. While one hand expertly tantalized her, his other slid up her back, clutching her neck, and held her down. "Oh, poor thing.... Can't talk with that in your mouth, can you? You think you'd get used to it with all the things you've had in that mouth."
She loved when he spoke like this, his posh accent so dirty and defiling. She craved it, almost as much as she craved the large, thick cock which currently rested along the curve of her bottom.
Adjusting his hand at her neck, he tugged slightly at the gag. "Tell me," he said.
Gulping in a large, fresh breath, she mewed, "Pleeeeease!"
Bending down to lay upon her back, pressing his cock against her wet and waiting slit, he whispered in her ear, "Please, what?"
Inhaling again, she begged, "Please let me cum! Please! PLEASE!"
His hand returned the gag to her mouth, and he licked her from her jawbone to her temple, his breathing hitching as he pushed forward ever so slightly. "Soon," he teased. He moved both of his hands to her sides and slipped them slowly beneath her, his fingers whispering against the underside of each breast. Sliding them slowly up to and circling her nipples, he added, "If you think you've been a good girl."
Tears pricked at her eyes from the frustration. She needed a release and soon. She hadn't ever been teased this long in her life. When she had suggested it, she had imagined an hour, at most - not the entire evening and on into the next morning. Even the candles he had lit the night before were past their limits and had extinguished - while she was still burning.
She shut her eyes, pleading with him physically, her hips rocking against him, her breasts pushing into his hands, to just let her go. Tom breathed heavily into her ear again as he thrust himself into her. She gasped and thrust back in quick, repeated little motions, wanting more, harder and faster. "Aren't we greedy? Shh, we have all day, love." A cry mangled its way out of her throat, and he withdrew and thrust again, making sure to avoid the one spot he knew she needed him to touch. He repeated this every few seconds, although he could have pounded her into the bed, and she still would not have cum - her release only attainable through that small pearl hidden above her slit. But, this, this was her version of foreplay, and he loved to play with her, over and over again, long after he had received his release multiple times.
Her thighs and arms were shaking, and Tom knew he had been cruel to let it go this long. His hands slid from her breasts, past her stomach, and skipped over her mound, resting along her bikini line. "I'm going to turn you over now, love, okay?" he whispered. She nodded furiously, as he rolled her onto her back. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist to pull him toward her, her thighs shaking even further. She strained at the ropes above her and begged him with her tear-filled eyes. He maintained contact with her glassy eyes, then tore her delicate, soaked panties from her body. "Look how fucking wet you are." He threw the panties over his shoulder, then gripped her ankles and removed them from his waist. "Oh, sweetie, you don't want that, do you?" He crawled backwards on the bed, bringing her ankles with him. His hands stole their way up her calves and rested on her knees. He pressed them to the sides, letting her legs fall apart, allowing some of the quaking to settle. His head dipped, and he could see how he had affected her through the night - the mixture of him and her - both dry and ever so wet - lay as evidence in her folds and thighs. One finger slid beneath her clit and stroked down and around her opening. She screamed through the gag and bucked her hips. She was so close; he could smell her and see every part of her quivering. He knew what he had to do to make this worth her while, so she would let him do this again. "Now, tell me, my little slut," Tom breathed into her wet waiting lips, "have you been a good girl?" He reached up and tugged the gag down out of her mouth, allowing her voice free reign.
"Yes! Yes, I've been a very good girl!" she whined.
"I would have to agree," he smiled. "Now, just give me a few more minutes, and you'll see just how good I think you've been."
He dipped his head once more, and she immediately expected his lips to be upon her. But, he still waited, breathing and blowing directly on her, heating her up even more. "Tooooommmm, PLEEEEEASE!"
His hands spread her legs at her thigh and torso juncture, and she felt a roughness finally graze her. She gasped and tightened her eyelids, grinding into him. She looked down and saw him rubbing his scruff from his chin in little circles around her clit, pushing harder into her with each completed circle. He then dragged his chin down her slit, licking her with the underside of his tongue until he entered her with it. He circled her insides, then led the way back up her slit with his nose, scratching her thighs and lips along the way with the scruff from his cheeks and chin. Up, circle, press, slide, lick, circle, enter, scratch, repeat. After only a few of these motions, she could take no more. She rocked her hips into his face, cumming harder than ever before, her breathing faster than ever before, her voice keening and screaming his name like never before. She finally had her release, her thighs clasped around his head, then falling away.
But, he wasn't done. He grasped her thighs and began again. She cried out, too sensitive to the touch, and tried to scoot away. His arms wrapped around her thighs, pulling her to his face. He licked slowly around her lips, then circled her favorite spot. He continued his new routine through another orgasm, then another, until she could no longer tell if they were different orgasms or just prolonging the same one over and over again. Her voice cracked and became one long, drawn out moan, as she jerked and rolled in his arms. Finally, he crawled up her body, untying her wrists but then holding them down on either side of her head. He spread her legs with his knees, and thrust inside her harder than ever before, hitching himself to rub against her clit on each stroke in and out of her sensitive mound. She came shortly after, and he filled her one final time, before collapsing on her and rolling to her side.
Tom pulled her close, kissing her hair, temple, cheeks, eyes, neck, and mouth. She trembled as she nestled into his neck.
"See? I told you you were a good girl," he said as he rubbed her back and closed his eyes.
Smiling and nestling closer, her own eyes closing to finally, truly rest, she asked breathily, "I wonder what you would do if I were a bad girl...." Tom's devious chuckle was all the answer she needed.