spread wide open, my feet and hands above my head, my crotch up in the air without anything touching it. My pussy and ass clenched on nothing, and I cried out in frustration.
“But you don’t get an orgasm, do you? Naughty kitties don’t get release.”
With my legs and arms held so wide apart, I couldn’t hump the air, I couldn’t pull my legs together, I couldn’t touch my clit. I tried to fight him, but the position didn’t allow for any leverage on my part.
“Fuck you! Dammit! I need to come! Please!”
Tears formed in my eyes and spilled over. Tears of frustration and need.
He breathed in, as if he was feeding on my frustration, or my need, or maybe something else. He put his nose at my neck and breathed in again, and then rested his cheek on mine, so he spoke close to my ear.
“Oh, such sweet, sweet denial.” He pulled back and moved so I could see his cock. “Look at my dick, Cheyenne. It turns out, denying you an orgasm does it for me. Oh, we’re definitely going to play with this. But for tonight, you only have one more lost orgasm before you get them. I keep my word.”
He kept watching my face, and I knew he was using his bird-vision to look for signs I wasn’t horny anymore, so pretending I was over it wouldn’t work, and might piss him off.
Eventually, it passed. Gone.
All the tension, the hormones, the need, hadn’t been released. It was still there, but under the surface. I couldn’t access it anymore, but it was still in me.
When he let me up, he bound my hands behind my back, wrists to elbows. He made me lie face up on the bed and then lean my head over the edge, upside down. And then, because that wasn’t enough, he put a damned spreader bar between my ankles. I hadn’t even realized he’d brought one with him, but it telescoped out and then locked, so it hadn’t been long in his bag.
All of this was so he could fuck my throat while he stood beside the bed. Hard, fast, and brutal.
I gagged and retched and fought for air, but he completely ignored my struggles. It probably took less than ten minutes, but it felt like forever — with my clit throbbing, my pussy empty, and no way for me to touch myself or even close my legs.
And then he finally came down my throat, pumping deep in my esophagus, straight into my stomach while I gagged and tried to eject his cock from my throat.
And through it all, I was horny as fuck.
He left me there while he threaded a long rope under my bed, so one end came up under my headboard, and the other end of the rope came up under my footboard. I whined when he lifted me and settled me in the center of the bed longwise. Fuck, I needed him to touch me, to help me get off.
He tied the rope at the footboard to my left ankle cuff, removed the spreader bar from both ankle cuffs, lifted my right foot to the top of the bed, and tied the rope off to that ankle cuff. I’m limber, so the stretch didn’t hurt, but it left my pussy wide open between. Next, he disconnected my hands from behind my back and tied them off to the rope above my head as well. I was mostly on my left side, stretched between the ropes.
“Please, please let me come this time, Frost. I’m begging.”
“Oh, and you beg so pretty, but I keep my promises, and you came up twice.”
I squealed when his cock found my pussy and sank in from behind, and then yelped when he squeezed and twisted my right nipple. Damn, who knew there was a nerve going from your nipples to your clit? Fucking A, but my clit throbbed with nothing touching it. Nothing but the cool, dry air.
“Someday, I’m going to play around with temporary piercings. Put a big needle through your clit, thread a circle through it, and then take you out to eat with your clit throbbing, and maybe a huge butt plug lubed with tiger balm.”
My clit pulsed. The walls of my pussy clenched around his cock.
Thirty damned minutes of this before he started the damned countdown, and he started fucking higher this time.
“Twenty.”
I saw the clamp in his hands a few seconds before it went on my clit, and I gasped, screamed,