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Christian could tell she was in a wicked mood as soon as she woke up. He shivered at the possibilities that such a mood might bring.
God, I hope I get to cum today, he prayed.
During breakfast, she continually teased him by ‘accidentally’ brushing up behind him or her fingers would ‘just happen’ to reach for the same thing as him. He was sure that she was going to pounce him as soon as they had finished eating breakfast, but instead, she announced she was going to take a shower and sauntered out of the room.
Christian was left a little bit confused and more than a little bit horny. He followed her into the bathroom.
“Oh hey sweetie, I’ve nearly finished if you want to hop in after me,” she smiled.
“Uh-huh, sure, thanks,” Chris muttered as he rubbed his neck awkwardly.
Normally, she would’ve invited him to join her. So for her not to suggest it, baffled him further.
Quit pestering her! He growled to himself as he went to sit on the bed. He was still deep in thought when she came into the bedroom.
“Are you alright, my love?” she asked, her voice full of concern.
“Hmmm, yeah, just distracted,” he commented as he watched her walk towards him.
“D’ya reckon I could distract ya further, darlin’?” she asked, mimicking his accent.
Christian laughed, “Well now, I dunno sweetheart. It might be mighty difficult for a pretty little thing like you!”
“Oh really?!” she questioned, her accent returning to normal. “Well if you’re not interested?!” she feigned apathy. She had to turn her back to him so he couldn’t see her massive grin.
“What?! Naw…I am interested!” he yelled, but when she turned back around, he saw her sly grin he realised he had been played.
“Oh! It’s like that is it?!” he laughed, walking the 3 strides to join her and lifted her into the air like she weighed nothing.
She squealed in delight as she wrapped her arms and legs around him for support. “Oh yeah! It is! You’re just so easy!”
Christian huffed but he wasn’t too bothered by her comments. He walked them the short distance to the nearest bedroom wall so he could push her up against it. One hand he tangled in her hair, whilst his other supported her weight.
She laughed at the sultry look he was giving her. But she kissed him passionately, nonetheless. They made out for several minutes. The hand in her hair moved to squeeze her breast causing her to moan and grind against him.
When she stopped kissing him, he gently lowered her back to the ground. She got dressed before returning to kiss him some more.
“Do you want to play a game?” she asked in between kisses.
“What kinda game were ya thinking of?” he asked, equal parts curious and anxious.
“I thought I could fasten your hands to the headboard and mercilessly edge you ten times. I’ll reward you if you can survive the ten rounds,” she explained.
“Fuck, yeah that sounds amazing, darlin’!” Chris agreed eagerly.
She reached up and touched his cheek, “such a good boy,” she praised.
The reaction to her words was instantaneous: his pupils dilated, his cock hardened, his breathing increased and his face and neck turned bright red.
She smiled softly, “would you like to play now?”
“Please…” Christian nodded.
“I want to take off your clothes. Colour?” she stated.
Christian sighed happily, then looked her in the eye and said “Green, ma’am.”
“Good boy,” she replied as she reached for his plaid shirt. She slowly unfastened each button in turn before sliding it off his shoulders, making sure her fingers stroked his biceps as she went.
Next, she reached for the hem of his undershirt, making sure her fingers sought the delicate skin underneath.
“Fuck!” he whispered as he felt his dick harden further.
“Arms up,” she ordered as she pulled the t-shirt over his head. She was so impressed that he didn’t move to rearrange his hair that she rewarded him with a cheeky squeeze through his jeans.
Christian moaned loudly at having her hand where he needed it most, but it only stayed for a moment before it was gone again. Christian huffed in frustration.
She dropped to her knees in front of him to tackle his belt. The sight of her looking up at him with those big expressive eyes was almost enough to make him cum right there and then.
She smirked knowingly as she popped the buttons on his jeans. She was so close to him that he could feel how how her breath was, causing him to moan loudly. She made sure there were plenty of light ‘accidental’ touches as she pushed his jeans down to his knees.
“You’re being so well-behaved, my love,” she commented with a smile.
“I’m trying, ma’am,” Christian replied honestly.
“Oh, I do hope you can complete the game. I would love to reward you. Perhaps I could even blow you?” she offered.
“Fuck! Really?!” he exclaimed.
It wasn’t that she didn’t blow him often or that she didn’t like it but Christian preferred to give rather than receive, especially, when they were playing.
“Would you like that, baby? For me to be on my knees, servicing you? Hmmm?” she asked as she pulled down his underwear and made him step out.
“Oh fuck! Yeah!” he moaned.
He wasn’t sure why he said it, but he blurted out, “Would ya wear ya glasses and ya hair up in a bun?”
She considered him for a moment, and just as he was about to apologise for his boldness she smiled and whispered, “Oh Mr Kane is your library book overdue again? I told you what would happen last time!”
Christian nearly came right there. “Fuck! Yeah, just like that sweetheart!” He agreed.
“If you win, that can be your reward,” she agreed. He offered her his hand so she could stand. She smiled at his thoughtfulness.
“Collar and cuffs or just cuffs?“ she inquired.
“May I have both please, ma’am?” he responded.
“Of course, you may, such lovely manners. Go lay on the bed and I’ll go get what we need,” she instructed.
Christian was just getting comfortable on the bed when she appeared beside him.
“Sit up for me,” she ordered as she straddled his thighs.
He complied immediately, groaning as he felt her heat on his cock.
She quickly fastened the collar, checking the fit was correct before telling him to lie down. Once he was on his back she scooted forward and pushed his arms up to where she wanted them. The cuffs were fastened and clipped together before she shuffled down and in between Christian’s spread legs.
“How are you feeling, my darling?” she asked.
“Fucking horny!” Chris replied.
“No swearing!” She snapped as she slapped his inner thigh.
“Fuck! Sorry, ma’am,” he apologised.
She chose to ignore the fact he’d sworn again, otherwise, we’ll never move on! She thought.
“Would you like to know the rules of the game, Christian?”
“Yes, please, ma’am,” Christian replied politely.
“Such a good boy,” she commented, stroking his cock once as a reward.
Christian groaned, his hips lifting off the mattress to seek more friction.
“So, I’m going to edge you 10 times. Sounds easy, doesn't it?! But I’m going to take you to the very brink of cumming before testing your obedience by pushing you that little a bit further. If you succeed then I will kneel in front of you and blow yo. Sound good?” she explained as she held his hips down.
Christian whined at her seriously sadistic plan. Normally when they played orgasm denial games, he would have to tell her when he was too close. He wasn’t sure he’d last very long if she was the one dictating when she would stop.
“However, if you cum before the game is over, I will punish you,” she concluded.
Christian shivered. He was already horny, and he knew she was going to push his resolve to the brink.
“Do you have any questions before we start?” she asked as she opened the tub of coconut oil.
“Erm…” he mumbled nervously.
“Yes, sweetheart,” she smiled up at him.
“What are…how are…” he stuttered.
“Just tell me what’s bothering you and we can sort it out,” she stated softly.
“The punishment…” he whispered.
“Oh, sweetheart. Don't worry about that. Just focus on being a good boy and doing what I ask. Let me worry about that if and when I need to, ok?” she explained.
Christian let out the breath he was holding and nodded shakily.
“Good boy, shall we get you warmed up first?” she offered as she scooped a bit of coconut oil out of the jar.
She warmed it in her hands before covering Christian’s cock in it. She stroked him until he started making panting noises.
“Ready for round one?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
“Ok, we’ll start nice and slow,” she promised.
She used both hands to twist in opposite directions until Christian was whimpering and trying to crawl away.
“That was one,” she announced as she held the base of his cock to stop him cumming.
“Ready for round two?” she asked once he’d calmed down.
“Yeah, I’m ready, ma’am,” he agreed.
“Good boy, we’ll go slow again,” she said as she started to stroke the full length of his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, Fuck!” Christian mumbled as yet again he felt his orgasm build.
“Ready?” she asked. Her fingers circled the base again to stop him cumming too soon.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Christian replied.
She placed one hand loosely around the base whilst the other hand surrounded the head and shook her wrist, almost like she was vibrating.
“One…” she said slowly.
Christian was grunting at the effort of holding back.
“Two…” she said then held the base firmly.
“This is fucking torture...” Christian complained.
“Oh no, poor baby, are you struggling already?” she smiled evilly at him.
“Ya fuckin’ know I am!” he insisted.
She slapped his thighs several times. “Do. Not. Swear.” She said firmly.
She waited for a moment then asked, “Ready for round 3?”
“Uh-huh,” Chris panted.
She stroked him faster this time, pushing him to the edge even quicker.
Christian had pulled his legs up around her in an attempt to try and control himself more. But he wasn’t sure it helped.
“One…” she started her slow count.
Christian whined as he felt himself skim the very edge.
“Two…” she continued.
Christian tensed his thigh muscles trying desperately to control himself.
“Three…” she concluded with a twist of the wrist she grabbed the base once more.
“How are you doing, Christian?” she asked, “still think you can get to 10?”
Christian groaned and stared up at the ceiling. “It's too hard!” he grumbled.
“The game or this?” she asked as she drew a single finger along the whole shaft.
“Both?” Christian asked back.
She chuckled then asked again, “Do you think you’ll get to round 10?”
“Naw, ma’am. I ain’t got no chance of gettin’ there,” his accent thickening with arousal and made her wet just listening to him.
“Round 4 starts now,” she announced as once again she stroked him and then slowly counted through the numbers.
Christian moaned and grunted with every evil twist of her wrist. He was so lost in the torture of it all he accidentally shouted, “Come on,” he muttered under his breath before yelling, “Ya a fuckin’ dick!”
She stopped immediately. “You…” she slapped him on his left thigh. “…will…” she slapped him on his right thigh. “…not…” the slap on his left was much closer to his balls this time. “…swear…” the slap hit his right thigh but was very close to his balls. “…young…” This time she did slap his balls causing him to try to wriggle away. But she grabbed hold of his foot to stop him. “…man!” she slapped his cock.
“Fuck! Please! Please! It hurts!” Christian begged.
“Then you should think about what comes out of your mouth, shouldn’t you?!” she stated firmly.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry,” Christian muttered with a sniff.
“Good boy, that’s much more polite,” she praised. “Shall we start on round 5?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Christian agreed.
She worked him to the brink then began her slow count. “One…two…three…”
“Fuck, fuck fuck!” Christian groaned through gritted teeth. So desperately trying to hold back and not cum but he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
He cried out in relief when she eventually said, “…five.”
She waited for a few moments before asking, “How are you doing?”
“G-g-good, ma’am” Christian stammered.
“Such a good boy. You’re doing really well. I’m so proud of you,” she praised.
Christian felt his face and chest flush at her kind words.
“Ready to go again?” she questioned.
“Yes…” he whispered.
“I’m gonna go quicker this time alright?” She said as she added more oil to her hand.
Two strokes in Christian was already at the edge.
“Ready?” She checked.
Christian nodded, “Uh-huh, ma’am.”
“One…two…three…” she said as she twisted her hands in opposite directions on his cock.
“Oh…oh…fuck!” Christian gasped as he felt his orgasm approaching. He gritted his teeth and fought to stay off the knife-edge.
“…four…five…” she continued.
“Oh…fuck!” Christian moaned as he felt himself lose the battle. “No…” he wailed as he came all over her hand.
He had his eyes screwed shut, beyond embarrassed that he’d cum without permission.
She sat back on her heels and watched her sub. She knew he would react badly to cumming before the game was over.
Christian felt so defeated. He knew she’d be annoyed with him for failing, especially as he knew she would have to punish him for his disobedience.
She got the wet wipes from the bedside table and silently cleaned up the mess.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” She asked quietly.
Christian grunted but didn’t answer. She shuffled up his torso so that she was straddling his chest.
“Come on, baby, let me see those beautiful blue eyes of yours,” she whispered.
Christian’s eyes opened in surprise. He was expecting her to sound angry at him, but her tone suggested nothing but concern.
“Ah, there you are. You worried me, Christian,” she commented.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself for ya,” he admitted quietly.
“It’s ok. I know you tried very hard to be good,” she smiled.
“Yeah, but now, ya gotta punish me ‘cause I dint follow ya rules,” he muttered, tears forming in his eyes.
“We both knew it was going to be tough. How about we play again, double or nothing?” She offered.
“What if I lose again?” He asked, unsure he could take double the punishment.
“Well, then I will punish you for both times. However, win you can have two rewards. How does that sound?” She suggested.
“Yeah, yeah that sounds ok,” he agreed.
“Good boy,” she smiled up as she released his cuffs. He looked up at her and couldn’t believe how compassionate she had been.
“Thank you,” he whispered as she shuffled back to his thighs.
As soon as she was off his chest he surged up to hug her.
“I love ya, darlin’,” he smiled.
“I love you too, my sweet boy,” she smiled.