As I circle my hands around again, I keep my thumbs in her butt crack, prising them apart and leaving her exposed. I lick her anus gently with my tongue, allowing the briefest and lightest contact as I circle round her opening. The moaning is louder now and more urgent, she squirms against her restraint, the feeling of the metal digging into her skin giving her some slight relief from my teasing.
I decide to intensify her pleasure, sliding a finger between her pussy lips. Although I know that she is massively turned on, I am surprised by just how wet she is. I run a feather light touch along her slit, starting at her peritoneum and working slowly down to her clit.
I feel Saskia writhe and wriggle on the bed. She pants hard, moaning and writhing under my touch, signalling that she is close to coming. I ease off the stimulation, withdraw my hand from her slit, and I remove my tongue from the crevice of her bum. I go back to rubbing her bum cheeks, before my hands wander up to the cuffs. I hold them in one hand, whilst my other traces a line across her back dimples.
She’s done this to me on many occasions before — edged me to orgasm and then backed off. I have spent many a deliciously frustrating hour in cuffs whilst Saskia played with me, so for me this is time for some sweet revenge. As her breathing subsides, I go through the ritual again, circling her butt, letting my fingers and thumbs slide across her labia and anus, before rubbing her slit and clit whilst I lick her. As she again approaches orgasm, I ease off, holding her as close to the edge as I dare whilst denying her the pleasure of relief.
This little game is repeated several more times, and with each iteration Saskia gets more frustrated and louder. She’s dripping and so wet that a dark patch has appeared on the sheets under her pussy. This time, before I withdraw the pleasure, I slide my ring and second finger into her and then offer my hand to her mouth.
“Do you need fucking?” I whisper into her ear. The voice of the attentive, loving boyfriend is almost mocking in its intensity.
Rather than answer, she pushes her tongue out, attempting to lick her juice off my fingers. As her tongue connects, I withdraw my hand and plunge my sticky fingers in my mouth, moaning to signal to her how nice she tastes.
I cycle through another round of stimulation, but this time spread her butt cheeks further so that I can probe her hole one again with my tongue. I’m rewarded by her moans and sighs as I lick around the opening. Once again, I slide fingers into her pussy, this time focussing on her g-spot. I feel the slight roughness of the area and delicately stimulate it whilst I lick her bum. I know that this will make her come quickly, so once again withdraw my fingers. I move up to her head, lying beside her and planting kisses on her forehead before presenting my juice-slicked fingers to her once again.
I ask her if she needs fucking once more. She refuses to answer, instead reaching out to taste my fingers. I smile at her, repeating what I did before by sliding my fingers into my own mouth. I feel a jolt of pleasure both at the delicious taste of her cunt, and from knowing that I have denied her something she wants. I reach forward and gently kiss her, playing my tongue briefly across her lips so that she can get a sense of what she’s just missed.
I then look up and look at the clock — it’s 12.15 and we were invited to lunch for 13.00. Between now and then we need to make ourselves decent and cycle across to her parents’ house — I have no idea where it is since Saskia hasn’t told me. I decide that rather than finger her to orgasm, it would be much better fun to leave Saskia unsated. I kiss her on the forehead and then return to her nether regions. This time rather than massaging her I kneel between her legs and slide my cock up and down her soaking slit.
Saskia moans with pleasure, thinking that the frustration and energy that has been building over the hour will be released. I ease my cock forwards, allowing it rest between her labia right at the entrance to her vagina before sliding into her. Saskia gasps loudly as I begin to enter her, but I stop when I am just a few millimetres inside. I withdraw and am rewarded by a pained cry from my lover.
I then move my cock so it is resting on her bum hole. Saskia relaxes, thinking she’s got the measure of me and that she’s going to be butt fucked instead. She rocks her hips to-and-fro in anticipation of being penetrated and calls out, desperately asking me to fuck her arse.
I press my cock down, and slide forward, feeling her hole give way to my throbbing member and feel Saskia tense with anticipation. But once again, having gained the slightest of entries, I withdraw, much to Saskia’s frustration.
I then move forward and lie beside her, my mouth by her ear.
“Saskia, I know you want to be fucked, but in life you don’t always get what you want.”
I reach to the night stand, take out the handcuff keys and release Saskia from her bondage. She looks pained, angered even that the sex bubble we created has been burst.
“We need to go, sweetie, or we’ll be late for your parents,” I say in explanation as I hop off the bed and trace my way back to where I’d earlier removed my clothes.
“Fuck! You fucker! I fucking hate you!” she calls after me. Saskia is clearly not amused by my game but has been left frustrated by my antics in the most deliciously dirty and erotic way possible.
I pull my clothes back on and then wait for Saskia in the kitchen, staring out across the Keisersgracht and remembering our first night of passion together. I look down to see a black gull-winged Tesla pull up, parking outside the apartment.