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Your thighs straddling over his face, nowhere for him to go. His tongue gliding over your skin, trying to avoid any sensitive spots he knew. He wanted to make you beg for it, make you grovel for him to touch you. As much as he wanted to, he needed to hear your desperate pleas for his attention first.
He smirked to himself as you whined over the warm feeling of his mouth on your flesh. Soft breaths hitched with anticipation.
“You think I’ll fuck you if you don’t ask? You know better than that.” He mumbled against you, his hot breath dancing over you.
“I need it..” You sighed out.
“You can do better than that, baby.”
“Please, Ted, fuck I need you, please. ” You whined, face flushing from embarrassment, it didn’t matter if you were above him physically, you knew your place was always below him.
“There we go, good job, sweetheart.” He spoke before finally running a pointed tongue over your slit.
You gasped, his hands pressed firmly, low on your hips, nails carving shallow crescents into your skin. Yours tangled in his sweet brown hair, tugging gently when he pressed a flat tongue against your entrance. This pulled his face further into your skin, nose pinned against your clit. The new sensation causing your hips to buck in search of friction.
His grip tightening against your hip holding you steady as you tried to chase the friction you craved. He sighed as he held you back, the feeling of his breath on your skin sending shivers up your spine.
“Still.” He muttered.
“Yes sir.” Something so simple that made his dick twitch in his pants.
“So good.” He hummed.
His tongue swirling over your entrance, this open mouth leaving hot kisses over your skin. The movement of his mouth making his nose drag across your clit, you swore you could’ve cum there the feeling of his mouth on you drove you insane. His small groans and breaths were muffled by your flesh enveloping him. Your hands nestled in his hair trying hard not to tug every time he moved in just the right ways, gentle pulls causing quiet whines to rise from his throat.
It took everything in you to not suffocate him around your thighs as you felt his tongue move inside of you. Slowly rising and falling out of you, the sensation of him moulding his tongue to the shape of your insides, pressing against your walls and curling it to drag it out as slowly as he entered.
You squirmed in your seat, causing him to grumble, “Baby, I said still .”
“ Please Ted, faster.” You pleaded.
He listened with a smile. Plunging into you with an unforgiving rhythm, dragging choked moans and pleas from you without falter. He let you move now, his grip loosening as you used his face for the extra stimulation.
“Ted– Fuck— ” You sighed out, hips moving faster, grinding against him as he continued to tongue fuck you.
You felt his smile widen when your legs began to tremble. Pressure in your stomach building rapidly. You knew you had to ask. You knew the rules. But it was too hard to speak, the only thing coming out being incoherent streams of begging and curses. You knew if you asked he’d only stop, make you come down just enough and start over again. He loved the way you squirmed too much to let it end so soon.
Your body spasmed as you let go, your legs tightening around his head as you gripped his hair pushing him into you. Your hips stuttered and insides fluttered around his tongue. Moans poured from your lips as you rode out your high.
His hands loosened from your hips completely, signalling you needed to move. You unhooked your legs from around him and sat beside him.
“I’m so-”
“No.” He spoke, moving from his place at the headboard back to between your thighs. “You know the fucking rules. Since you wanted to be so disobedient maybe I should fuck you until you learn again. I shouldn’t have to remind you of this shit.”
Anger burned behind his eyes. You knew if you told him to stop it would be dropped. He would move to cradling you and giving you exactly what you needed to come down. But you wanted it. You nodded lightly.
“Use your fucking words, whore.”
“Yes. Please, Sir.” You spoke as clearly as you could, your legs still trembling and chest still heaving.
With that, he smiled. Hunger still clouding his vision. You looked down at him as his eyes burned into yours. Dragging a flat tongue over your still tender flesh. Kisses pressed to your oversensitive clit. You whined at the feeling, looking past the sharp ache to find the pleasure. He dragged his face from you. As if there was some kind of force pulling him to you.
“Wait.” He commanded as he stood, making his way to your shared dresser. Pulling out a tie.
“Wanna try something?” He asked, softness laced in his tone.
You knew exactly what he meant and instinctively raised your arms to the metal frame of your headboard. He smirked in response, making his way over once again to wrap the soft material around your wrists and secure them tightly to the headboard.
“Good job, baby. Now you can’t use your hands so you know how to use your words, right? You know what to say if you need me to stop?” You loved the way he reassured you, all whilst having a strong hand cupping the side of your face, dragging his thumbs over the curve of your cheek.
You nodded with a smile, “Yes, Sir.”
He returned to his place between your legs, placing hungry kisses to the sensitive flesh of your thighs, sucking dark spots that made your stomach flip, avoiding where you needed him most. The restraints forcing you away from where you desperately needed them to be, nestled into his hair, tugging. The slight scrape of his growing stubble as he kissed around the pool between your legs tickled just slightly, enough to make you shift in your place, a constant reminder of the restraints covering your wrists.
Finally leaving an open mouthed kiss to your clit, making a deep sigh push its way from your lungs. Pulling the sensitive kiss between his lips, swirling a pointed tongue around it. His hands reached up to drag across your skin, feeling the rough pads of his fingers as his tongue danced around your clit. Your hips bucked involuntarily, causing him to pull away to tut gently.
“Please, Ted… please… ” You whined.
“Well done, finally fucking learning something.”
His voice dripping with sarcasm made your stomach flip. The way his tongue danced over you, the way he pulled you into your mouth just to let you go. The constant build followed by pauses that lasted far too long for your liking. Struggling against your restraints as you felt the way his head pulled back to leave you waiting again.
“Ted, please… I’m asking nicely, please, you have to, please, please. ” You felt pathetic with him tracing his fingers across your body.
“What makes you think you deserve it?”
“I know I don't. I know I didn’t follow the rules, please I’m sorry. I just need to, I need it. I need you… Please, Sir. ”
“Since you’re so fucking desperate.” He muttered with a smile, relishing in the effect he had on you.
He went back down, working on you like you were his last meal. You could feel the way he smiled into your skin. It was too much. Too fast for your brain to work. You could feel the build up yet again. The wetness between your legs mixing with his spit, you could feel every rapid movement in excruciating detail. Too much for you to process. Your moans mixing with his breathless whines. Writhing in your place, tugging on the tie that chained you to the bed.
“Ted– Fuck… Nonono please— fuck. I’m so close, please Sir please let me cum I need it. Fuck sir please. ” You almost screamed out.
With that he pulled away. Heavy pants and curses leaving your chest.
“Mmm… Not yet.” He laughed.
“What the fuck, Ted, please. I’m begging this isn’t fair.”
“Life isn’t fucking fair.” He grinned, moving to your side.
Leaning down and planting a kiss to your lips, hot and heavy. Pushing his tongue past your lips letting you taste yourself. Only pulling away just to move down to your throat, leaving far too gentle kisses. Sucking light red marks that would fade in minutes.
“More, please more… ”
He laughed into the crook of your neck, “Want everyone to know you’re a whore, baby?”
You could only let out a hum in response.
“Say it.”
“ Fuck– fine… fine. I want everyone to know I’m a whore for you, please let me be a whore for you Sir.” You spoke through panted breaths.
“So good.”
He began to suck harder spots into your neck and chest, leaving a flat tongue against the newly formed bruises. Gentle kisses over the deepening spots. He trailed down your body, sucking your skin into his mouth to form flowering purple marks. You felt your back arch into his touches.
“So needy. You gonna be good for me now?”
“ Yes. Yes please yes. ” You moaned out.
With that he laughed. Finally hooking your thighs over his shoulders, and laying flat on his stomach.
“God you’re so pathetic.” He spoke, tracing a finger over your folds.
He delved back in, finger circling your entrance as he licked a stripe over your clit. Pulling the oversensitive skin into his mouth as he pushed into you. Finger curling as his knuckle met your flesh. Dragging his finger in and out with the same pace he set with his tongue. You could hear his own moans as you struggled.
Restraints pulling tight on your wrists as you pressed into his touch. Feeling everything as he added a second finger. Pumping harder as your legs began to shake. Taking everything in you to not crush him between your thighs. Each moan of his sent vibrations through your body.
Despite not having him for long the remnants of pressure stayed settled in your stomach slowly rising with each thrust and flick of his tongue.
“Ted— Fuck Sir please… Please don’t stop.” You almost cried, “Please I’ve been so good please—” You couldn’t help but beg, cut off by your own pathetic cries and moans.
He kept moving, fingers curling inside of you as you tightened around him, waiting desperately for him to tell you what to do.
“Please, please Sir, can I please cum?” You spoke, ‘please’ seemed to be the only word you could say, babbling as you tugged hard against the tie.
“Go on.” You felt him mutter against your skin.
Your legs clasping over his head as waves of pleasure washed over you, body shaking out every last drop. Walls fluttering around his fingers. You feel your brain go blank, nothing there but the feeling of Ted’s hands and mouth. Nothing but him.
You whined as he slowly pulled away from you. Looking down at him whilst he cleaned his own fingers. Leaving one last swipe of his tongue on your sensitive skin.
He felt as you squirmed from overstimulation, “I know, baby, I’m sorry I just wanted to clean you up a little.” He smiled.
You mumbled out a soft hum.
“Let me get you cleaned up and we can get some sleep okay?”
“Do you not want anything?” You asked, breath still laboured.
“No you look far too used for that, I can wait sweetheart.” He walked towards you, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before untying you, he ran his fingers over the skin of your wrists.
He cleaned you with a warm cloth retrieved from the bathroom before crawling into bed beside you. Leaving one last soft kiss to your lips and wrapping his arms around you.