Bondage Sex Therapy
In North by Vanessa Vale, our heroine has never had an orgasm during partnered sex, only while masturbating. Our kinky hero, of course, takes that as a challenge, so he handcuffs her to his headboard and sets out to see what he can do:
I had a feeling this moment was like a unicorn. I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to have my woman completely and totally to myself. She was tied to my fucking bed with only one thing she had to focus on. An orgasm.
I had to wonder if she’d ever had an opportunity to stop thinking completely. It was obvious she’d never given herself to anyone fully. Not even me. Yet.
I’d push her, get her past places where she’d given up and used her fingers before. Where she didn’t keep trusting or giving herself to someone to take care of her.
I’d try now. I’d watch her, but if she truly couldn’t come, I wasn’t going to make it worse. Watching North touch herself during sex was fucking hot. I was man enough to be okay with that the rest of my life as long as she screamed my name.
As she tested the handcuffs, I gripped her ankle, stroked her calf. “You good?”
Her eyes met mine. Wary, sure. Aroused, definitely. She licked her lips, then nodded.
I didn’t think so much of myself that I was better than any guy she’d been with, that the reason any of them hadn’t been able to get her off was because they sucked in the sack.
She hadn’t been able to do it with me, either. I wasn’t a sex therapist, but if she could come from just letting go… completely, then this was the time to test that theory.
We were off the grid. While we didn’t have all the time in the world, we had enough.
My hands slid up the insides of her thighs, pushed her legs wide. With slow movements, I slid her pretty yellow panties down her thighs, tossed them over my shoulder. Before she could bring her knees back together, I settled my shoulders in the way, parted her with my thumbs.
“Prettiest fucking pussy.”
“Jed,” she whispered, squirming a little.
I gave her a light spank right over her clit. “No rushing me.”
She lifted her head off the pillow, stared… no, glared down her naked body at me all the while her nipples pebbled and her pussy dripped her sweetness.
“Here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to feel. Scream, cry out, gasp. Moan. Wiggle. Whatever you want. But other than telling me to stop… no, not even that. You say red, princess, because you’ve got a problem. A legit one like the cuffs are hurting you.”
“You want me to have a safe word?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“I want you to know you’re safe,” I countered, continuing to slide my hands over her silky skin. “You’re not in charge here. You don’t have control. You don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to be anywhere but between your thighs. I’m in no rush. Got it?”
“You’ll get bored if it takes too long.”
I laughed at that. “Bored?” I pointed at her pussy. “Here? I could spend the rest of my life right fucking here.”
She gave me a glare that I assumed she’d used in the past to make lesser men cower. “Yes. But I can’t come without using my fingers on my clit.”
Those words were a challenge. I wanted to tell her to hold my beer but, I didn’t respond. Instead, I got to work. I hadn’t been lying when I told her it was no hardship to eat her out. Her pussy was the sweetest thing in the world. Hot, wet. Plush. So pink. I had no idea how long I licked and fingered her, but she writhed and moaned, tugged on the cuffs and called out my name.
Sweat dotted her skin.
I took the time to learn how her clit liked to be flicked, the right press on her g-spot. Deep fingering versus shallow. Circling her entrance. Teasing. It was when I added a swirl of my thumb to her ass did things ramp up.
She was close, to the point where she could probably get herself over the finish line. The cuffs rattled and I knew she wanted to reach down and do just that.
I looked up her gorgeous body and she lifted her head. Looked at me. Then burst into tears.
I kissed my way up her body as she cried. I’d wanted a release from her, and I’d gotten one.
“Shh,” I murmured, kissing one nipple and then the other, working my way to her cheeks.
“Jed!” she wailed.
“Pretty intense, huh?” I whispered, nibbling along her neck. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
The crying jag bled away pretty fast, and I set my hand beside her head, stared down at her.
She blinked her watery eyes open.
“Okay?” I asked.
She sniffed. “Yes.”
“Good girl. I got to a good spot, but your release turned the wrong way. Ready for more?”
She stared at me with teary, confused eyes. “That’s… you’re not—”
“Far from done. Remember, nothing to do but get you off.”
She nodded, took a deep breath.
I gave her a smile, kissed her, then pushed off the bed.
I stood, grabbed a condom from my pocket, stripped, then protected us both.
I moved back between her thighs and put my mouth on her again. She tasted so fucking good. “Jed, I thought—”
“Not in charge,” I reminded, and made her lose her mind.
Only when she was worked back up again did I shift, thrust into her. Fucked her.
Then pulled out, ate her out, used my fingers. Then shifted back to giving her more of my dick.
I alternated, making her out of her mind. My balls were drawn up, watching her like this, lost to only what I made her feel, was intense. She was panting, moaning, wailing. Crying my name.
I flipped her onto her stomach, the belt connecting the cuffs to the headboard twisting and allowing the motion and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.
I settled behind, nudged her knees wide and slid back inside. “Now, princess. Come now.”
I circled my thumb around where I filled her to coat it, then pressed it into her ass. At the same time, I reached around with the other hand, found her slippery clit and pinched it.
Her inner walls clamped down on me as she came. And came. Her fingers clawed at the bedding. Her toes curled. Her long hair clung to her sweaty back. Her inner walls milked my thumb and dick. She screamed, then went silent as her muscles went taut.
“Fuck yes,” I breathed, pounding into her now, taking. Giving. Finding completion together.
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