After a long, leisurely kiss, he began moving down my body, kissing and caressing me everywhere as he went. He paused at my breasts, teasing one nipple with his tongue as he slowly circled the other with a finger until the points becoming achingly hard. I moaned, wanting to hold his mouth in place, but the damned belt was in my hands and I couldn’t. He kissed across the valley of my breasts, exchanging tongue for fingers. As he continued to tease my nipples, I began to squirm. I wanted to touch him, needed to touch him, but I couldn’t, and I moaned softly with frustration and desire. After an eternity, he left my breasts and began kissing and caressing lower, then lower still. I began to pant, knowing the pleasures that were coming.
I groaned hard and deep as his lips brushed across my flower. I began rocking my hips, unable to remain still, as his lips again feathered across my womanhood in a teasing caress. I couldn’t stand it another moment. I released the belt’s buckle and placed my hand on his head to draw his lips more firmly against my pussy. I’d done this very thing a dozen times or more, but this time his reaction was totally unexpected. He exploded from between my legs and roughly pulled my hand from his head, his sudden violence causing me to yelp in surprise and renewed fear.
Holding my hand in a firm grip, he wrapped my hand around the buckle again and squeezed my hand… not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear what was expected. “Don’t you turn loose of that fucking belt again!” he snarled, his face hard and held close to mine as he stared at me, almost daring me to object.
The moment I nodded, he released my hand and kissed the shit out of me. At no point had he hurt me, and the prickle of fear I’d experienced was because I hadn’t understood the game. I did now, and the apprehension I’d felt only enhanced the experience. He was restraining me, binding my hands, without actually tying me down. He was going to have his way with me and, with my hands occupied, there was no way I could stop him. So long as I was willing to play the game, I could indulge myself in fantasy, all the while knowing I was completely safe and could end the game by simply releasing the belt.
It wasn’t a fantasy I’d had before, but now that I was in the middle of it, the idea of a strong and sexy man pleasing me while I was powerless to stop him was turning me on in a big way. He left my lips and began kissing down my body again, his touch leaving me crackling with erotic energy. I moaned and writhed, panting and gasping as he kissed and caressed his way lower, his flesh warm and erotic against my own. When he reached my belly button, he withdrew his lips and fingers, and I moaned loudly in desperate disappointment.
“You hold that fucking belt,” he warned harshly as he slowly slid his hands under my ass and shoulders and gently rolled me over. The soft squeaking crackle of the belt as it twisted was incredibly erotic, but I didn’t understand why.
On my stomach, my arms stretched out in front of me, I could do nothing except endure as he slowly caressed my ass with his lips while dragging his fingers lightly down my spine and across my thighs. I tried to pull my legs under me, to roll over, or push my ass into the air, anything to try to gain relief from his erotic tortures. With each attempt, he gently held me down as he continued tormenting me with pleasure, the soft caress of his fingers and lips making me ache for his touch, his kiss, between my legs.
“Please,” I begged softly, wanting him to touch me so badly I was humping the bed.
“Please what?” he whispered
“Please, I want you to touch me.”
“Like this?” he whispered as he softly dragged a finger though my wetness.
I shuddered in pleasure. “Yes!” I gasped.
“Or like this?” he breathed as he slowly inserted two fingers into me.
“Oh, God, yes,” I groaned.
“Or maybe this,” he rumbled as he slowly kissed his way from the small of my back, over my ass, and then draped himself over my ass as he began kissing the insides of my thighs.
I moaned as I began humping the bed again, his weight pressing me to the mattress another source of pleasure. He nuzzled my thighs, his lips and tongue so fucking close to where I desperately wanted them.
“Please!” I begged. “Please, I need you to eat my pussy!”
He began kissing back up my ass, and I thought I was going to explode with desire. I moaned again when he gently lifted me to my knees and then lay back between my legs. He pulled my flower to his lips, and I groaned hard, deep, and loud as he teased me with fingers and tongue.
“Oh, God… oh, fuck…” I whimpered.
He slowly built me up, but as I began to peak, his lips left me. Before I could cry out in despair or beg for him to continue, he’d quickly rolled to his knees and began driving his fingers into me with sweet savagery. My aborted cry of despair became one of pleasure, my arms aching as I hauled on the belt with all my strength. I threw my head back and wailed again, my flesh burning as if I were laying in the hot Texas sun, my skin prickling as if millions of tiny lightning bolts were dancing over my body. I began stiffening, my breathing stopping as an epic orgasm seized me. I hung between life and death for what felt like an eternity, unable to breath, unable to move, as his fingers furiously plunged into me. At last my breath exploded from my lungs as I collapsed, panting and gasping for breath.
“You hold that fucking belt!” he barked as his fingers continued driving into me hard and fast.
I hadn’t realized I’d released the length of leather. Still gasping for breath, I lunged for the belt, seizing it like a lifeline as another reality warping orgasm began to surround me.
“Ah… fuck! I’m going to come again!” I howled. My wail of pleasure was abruptly cut off as my second orgasm in as many minutes crashed over me to still lungs. I groaned loud and deep as I hauled furiously on the strap, my body no longer mine to control. He was destroying me! I couldn’t take the pleasure another instant! I released the belt as rolled to my side, desperate to be free from the crippling pleasure. I lashed out with my legs, my right foot striking something firm but yielding, his loud grunt of pain barely registering as I kicked and thrashed, throwing myself against the pillows and headboard in a wad, my arms drawn tight against my body as my hands clenched into fists at my face. He touched me on the ass, causing me to kick, then kick again. My senses were so overloaded that even the slightest additional pleasure was more than I could bear, and I was lashing out without thought as I fought through the most debilitating orgasm of my life.
After an eternity my rapture washed out of me, leaving me gasping and panting as I swirled in the backwaters of my orgasm. I pulled my legs up, curling into a ball as I waited for my strength to return. I wanted to cry, something I’d never wanted to do in the past, no matter how hard the orgasm. I lay still for a moment and the urge to weep passed. With a shuddering exhale, I slowly opened my eyes.