Teased Until She Begs
In Owning Wednesday by Annabel Joseph, submissive Wednesday gets punished with an excess of pleasure, until she begs quite desperately to be allowed an orgasm or three:
“You haven’t even been bad, have you? Have you, Little Wednesday? You’ve actually been very good. I have no excuse to punish you now.
That’s no fun.”
“Maybe you can punish me for not giving you a good reason to punish me.”
“You’re a genius.” He schooled his face to a stern look of reproof. “You naughty little girl. How dare you behave when you know I want you to be bad?”
“I’m sorry, Daniel,” I whispered in mock remorse. “I have no excuse for what I’ve done.”
“Hmm,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “I suppose you need to be disciplined. You’ve gotten completely out of hand.”
“Spank me, Daniel,” I breathed in his ear. “It’s the only way I’ll ever learn.”
His mouth twitched a little at the corner. “Wed, darling, who’s in charge here?”
“You are, Daniel.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
I nodded mutely, because I didn’t trust myself to speak. He arched over me, his hands on either side of my head, and I wanted him to nestle his cock between my legs. He didn’t though, just looked down at me thoughtfully, brushing my hair back from my eyes.
“Monday.”
I giggled. “My name isn’t Monday.”
“I like to call you Monday sometimes.” I shivered as he licked my neck. “I know. But that’s not my name.”
He stroked his hand down my arm then, soft and slow.
“Tuesday.”
I smothered more laughter. “Daniel, quit.” He stroked my jaw, cupped my chin, licking and nibbling my lips.
“Thursday.”
“Daniel…”
“Friday.”
“Oh, Daniel, please. I asked you nicely to quit.”
“Saturday. Sunday. Christmas. Easter. St. Patrick’s Day.”
“It’s Wednesday, Daniel. You have to face facts.”
“Hmm,” he said, considering. “I’m partial to Monday.” I rolled my eyes.
“Wednesday,” he murmured softly.
“Yes, Daniel?”
“I don’t feel like spanking you tonight. I’m too tired, and too happy to have you here.”
“Oh,” I said, and I felt a little disappointed. Crap, my dominant was turning soft.
“But you know,” he continued a moment later, tracing his fingertips lazily up my arm, “I can think of some other ways to torment you. Some very effective and torturous ways…”
“Torturous?” I asked, my eyes wide and round.
“Mm-hm…” he breathed. “To you, yes.” He nuzzled into my neck, making me shudder, and drew his fingers up the side of my leg. “Put your hands up over your head, and leave them there.” I did exactly as he told me, and he left me to open his suitcase and root around. He returned with the beautiful white restraints, and heat and pleasure flooded through my veins. He knelt beside me, cuffing my hands together with one, then using the other to secure them to the bed. He improvised. This bed didn’t have all the points of attachment that our other bed did. When he was satisfied that I couldn’t get away from him, he leaned back and looked down at me. His cock was already hard and swollen. I wanted it inside me like nothing else on earth.
He had other plans for me though. “Part your legs.” I did, but I think he wasn’t satisfied because he pushed them even further apart. He stared down at me and slowly parted me with his hand, drawing the moisture from between my legs up over my clit. He started to rub it, and I moaned, arching up into his touch. He did it until I started to drift, until the sensation made it really hard to lie still. He did it until my breathing grew frantic and labored —
And then he stopped.
I moaned. Oh, God. Oh, God no. He really meant what he said about torment. I pleaded with him, “Daniel!” He just shook his head. I have the power here.
I lay there, still and unsatisfied, while he watched me with a faint, teasing smile. Then he said, “Do you want me to taste you? Do you want me to put my mouth on you?”
“Yes!” I said. “God, yes, please, Daniel.” I was so hot, so hot from his touch and from the bonds. He knelt between my legs and opened me wide with his shoulders and lowered his mouth to me.
Oh, my God, his lips were incredible. His tongue, his teeth, they all worked in perfect and practiced harmony to make me go completely wild. As I writhed and bucked beneath him, there was only one thought in my mind. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!
But just before I came, the man fucking stopped.
I actually sobbed then. “Daniel, no! Please! Please! Please don’t do this to me, you’ll kill me.”
“Hush, lover. Behave yourself.”
I pulled hard at the restraints, but of course there was absolutely nothing to do. He wouldn’t even let me squeeze my legs together. When I did, he snapped at me, “Open them, Wednesday!”
He brought his mouth to my nipples. I could smell my scent on his lips and his tongue. He nibbled and teased my breasts and nipples until I cried like a frantic child. He was truly, literally driving me crazy. If he didn’t touch my clit, I was going to die. I felt like every ounce of blood in my body now pooled and teemed right between my legs, waiting to explode.
“Daniel, this is too mean! You’re being too mean to me!”
“Mean? I think I’m being pretty nice. You can’t tell me this hurts. You seem to be enjoying it very much, judging from how wet you are.” He thrust his fingers deep inside me and I came up off the bed, moaning and panting in desperation. “Yes, definitely wet.”
He dived down between my legs again, as soon as he knew I wasn’t close enough to come. And of course, being Daniel, he knew exactly when I was about to come, and at that exact point, he left me again.
I think I might have cursed at him then. I don’t remember. My brain was too wrecked. He tsked at me in disapproval.
“Language, Wednesday. You sound like a sailor.” I sobbed. I begged with my eyes. He stroked my hair while I stared and longed for his hard cock. So close and yet so far. He watched me knowingly.
“What do you want, darling? What do you need?”
“Please, please fuck me, Daniel! Please let me come!” He considered. “I’m not sure I’ve tortured you enough.”
“I think you have,” I pleaded, my hips straining towards him.
Again, his fingers teased my clit.
“Don’t. Please don’t…not unless you’ll let me…”
“Let you what, Wednesday?”
“Find some release! I’m dying, Daniel! You’re driving me crazy! Totally crazy!”
“You drive me crazy all the time.”
He was merciless. I looked in his eyes, the way he really loved for me to do. I looked deep in his eyes and I held them there and I begged him, begged him from the heart. “Daniel, please!”
He looked back at me, then crawled over me, spreading me wide. I thought I would die from the anticipation of feeling him slide deep inside. But of course, he didn’t. He only teased me. I pulled and tore at the restraints in earnest then.
“Stop it, baby. You’ll hurt your hands,” he said as the head of his cock nudged just at the edge of my opening. He slid just a little in and then out, a ruthless tease that was making me more frustrated by the second. I closed my eyes and pouted, trying to pretend he wasn’t there.
No. He wasn’t having that.
“Look at me, Wednesday. Open your eyes.” I did, and my eyes were half furious, half despairing. I whispered, “Daniel, please, let me come.”
“I want to fuck you first, Wed.”
“Okay,” I panted. “Yes, fuck me now!”
“Right now?”
Oh, he was maddening. If my hands weren’t restrained I think I might have attacked him then.
“Yes, right now. Please! Right now!”
“You’re awfully bossy for a submissive. I think a bossy submissive like you should be put to bed with no orgasm and no cock. Maybe a little toy in your ass and explicit instructions not to touch yourself.”
Oh, God, that thought filled me with horror. “I’m sorry,” I begged. “I’m not bossy! I’m desperate!”
“Desperately horny,” observed Daniel with a smirk.
“PLEEEEEAAASEEE!” I groaned. “Please give it to me!”
“Beg me.”
“Please, please give me your fucking cock! Your fat, hard, beautiful cock! Please let me have it, Daniel! If you’ll just please fuck me now, Daniel, I’m yours, whatever you want!”
“More,” he said, and I moaned in frustration.
“Please slide your big, fat cock inside my cunt, please! I’m so wet and hot and horny for you. I’m so fucking wet, I’m going to come the second you’re in me! Please, give me your cock right now!”
“What if I want to come in your mouth?” he asked.
The look on my face made him start laughing.
“Oh, Wed, I fucking love you so much. If you want me to fuck you, darling girl, then that’s what you’ll get.” And without further ado, he slid inside me, and I thought I would just about die from the way that it felt. I came right away, while he laughed against my lips and whispered, “I’m guessing twice more, at least.”
I shook my head. I was so spent and so blown away from that massive release that I couldn’t believe I could possibly ever come again, but yes, he did make me come twice more, holding me down, fucking me, devouring me, before he came himself with a low groan.
Afterwards, he lay back beside me, just studying me. He caressed my wrists, still tied.
“You like this?” I asked him. “Seeing me bound up here for you?”
“You know that I do,” he said.
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