She found her clit and started to rub. In her fantasy, Hawk stood near the bed, his gaze on her movements.
“Faster, faster, play with that nub, but don’t you dare come. Take it right to the edge and stop, and then wait for me to tell you to start again.”
Three times she got herself so very close, and on the fourth one she thought to herself that Hawk was taking too long to get there, and he would never know if she actually had an orgasm.
She was right on the edge, her body pulsing with need, when Hawk’s voice filled the room. “I don’t believe that was on the instructions I left. Get your hand out of your pussy.”
“Hawk, I…” She continued to stroke herself. She was so close.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Hummmmm.” She was so close. Then suddenly the pressure stopped. Hawk had grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her delicious task.
“No, no, no!” She tried to jerk her hand out of his grasp, but he tightened his grip.
“Do you have problems reading?”
“No, Sir,” she whispered. “I just… I didn’t want to wait anymore.”
“And you thought I’d never know?”
Jessica shrugged, and relaxed into the pillows. She looked up to where Hawk loomed over her. Boy, did he look pissed.
“If I didn’t need it so badly I would make you wait,” he said.
“Your note said nothing about it.” She knew that was wrong, but she would try anyways. After all, if he’d been horny since this afternoon he might overlook her starting without him. Might.
Hawk left the room and came back seconds later with the note he’d left on the table. “Naked. Bed. Spread. Wait. I don’t see the world play there.”
“Then you’re not reading it right,” she said. “The word is implied.”
He threw the note up in the air and as it floated down he attached her wrists to the straps. Jessica was still buzzed from playing with her clit. She wiggled her hips and said, “I’m all yours.”
“I knew that already,” Hawk said. He sat down in a chair and used the bootjack to pull off his boots. Then he stood and took off his clothes, starting with his shirt and ending with his underwear. The only thing that concerned her was the fact his cock was not hard. He sat back down in the chair and she almost sighed. It was going to be a long night, and she wasn’t sure that was going to be in a good way.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“If you’re looking for suggestions I have a few.” Jessica worked to keep her voice low, and hopefully, seductive. “Remember this afternoon? Mouth. Pussy. Ass. I have all those things for you to play with.”
“When will you learn to follow directions?” he asked.
“Probably never. I mean I try, but…” She licked her lips. “You can punish me.”
“True.” He knelt on the end of the bed. “I think this time the punishment is going to be good, old-fashioned, vanilla sex, which I know you hate.”
He lay down on top of her, his length pressing into her stomach. Jessica loved the feel of his weight on top of her, but she wanted him to move. She wanted him to give her the stimulation she loved and craved. He needed to pinch her nipples, to bite on her clit, and yes, to put his cock into her ass, even if she wasn’t thrilled with the idea.
He kissed the curve of her shoulder before he lifted up to his knees. Slowly, too slowly for her, he undid the wraps around her ankles then placed himself between her splayed legs. She was so wet it took nothing more than a small push for him to enter her.
Much to her dismay he didn’t thrust. He just lay there, filling her. In an effort to push him into gear, Jessica wrapped her legs around him and thrust her hips upwards.
“Please, please, please,” she begged, keeping her voice low. When that didn’t work she screamed out “Please!”
He finally started to move, but so slowly she could hardly feel it. There was not enough stimulation to bring her to orgasm. She wondered if it was enough for him. How long could he last while barely moving?
It turned out he could last a good, long while. Jessica didn’t look at the clock, but it seemed to be at least twenty minutes before Hawk started to move faster, his hips slamming into her. She prayed for her own orgasm,