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Frank struggled against his restraints, his handcuffs rattling against the bedframe as his wrists laid helplessly beside either side of his head. You were nice enough to leave his ankles unchained, but only because you liked seeing him kick and squirm. You loomed over Frank, who was practically trembling with excitement. His naked body was covered with anticipatory goosebumps, and his bare cock was semi-hard and already leaking precum. Frank watched as you took in the sight before you, biting his lip with nervousness. His chest rose and fell with every breath, his tattos expanding then shrinking as he breathed.
"Ready, Frankie?" you asked teasingly, already knowing his answer. He nodded eagerly, eyes wide and impatient. You giggled, amused by his reaction. "Oh, come on," you spoke, "use your words." Frank swallowed hard, looking up at you as you walked in circles around the bed. "I'm ready…" he practically whimpered out. You shot him a look. He corrected himself,
"I'm ready, master…"
You smiled down at him. "Good boy, Frankie." God, if Frank had a tail, it'd be wagging. You crawled onto the bed, sitting on your knees in front of him, planted between his legs. He was fully hard now. You ran a finger up his throbbing dick, slowly dragging it from the base to his wet tip. His balls twitched, his toes already curling. You heard him exhale shakily, as if trying to bite back another pathetic whimper. You shifted your gaze from his cock to his face. You tsked as you observed his feverish expression, "Now, that won't do…" You got up from the bed again, sauntering towards the bedside table.
Opening the drawer, you pulled out a white blindfold. Its light color made it somewhat transluscent, but its material made it thick enough to mostly obsure the wearer's vision. Approaching Frank's side again, he immediately lifted his head, allowing you to tie the blindfold securely around his eyes. Usually, you double-knotted things you tied, but you decided against it this once. Once the blindfold was secured, Frank gingerly lowered his head against the pillow again, as if he was afraid it wouldn't be there to cushion the landing anymore. To test the ability of his eyesight, you threw your fist at Frank, stopping mere inches away from his face. He didn't flinch. The blindfold worked.
After digging out more tools from the bedside table, you repositioned yourself at the foot of the bed, in front of Frank's core. Testing the waters, you slide your index finger up Frank's shaft. His temporary blindness heightened his sensitivity; his back arching off the bed with just the slightest touch. You rolled his leaking tip between your thumb and index, smearing his precum all over him. Frank muttered something under his breath. Your eyes shot up to his face, and you stopped your hand.
"What was that, Frankie?"
He groaned, slightly embarassed by the fact that he had to repeat himself, "Please…"
You smiled, "If you insist."
With that, you switched on the vibrator. You kept it on a medium setting. You were a tease, but you weren't cruel enough to give him the lowest setting. You dragged the vibrator around his stomach, tracing the faint lines of his abdomen. You watched as goosebumps began to form on his already perspiring skin. You ran the vibrator down Frank's happy trail, eventually meeting the base of his dick.
His lips curled, and if he wasn't wearing that blindfold, you'd have seen the needy tears already forming in the corners of his eyes. Frank wanted you to stop the teasing. He wanted to take hold of your wrists and guide you as you masturbated him. Forgetting his place, his hands reached for yours, only to be met with the rattle of handcuffs against the bed. You couldn't help but giggle at that, "Already struggling, are we?" You grazed the vibrator halfway up and down his length, saving his tip for when he got really desperate.
Frank whimpered, squirming on the sheets, helpless and horny, but forced to endure your sickeningly slow pace. "Baby, please, I just-" You immediately retracted the toy. "Excuse me?" you asked him, acting offended. Frank stuttered momentarily, stumbling over his words, "Master, I meant… Master please, I-I need more-"
"What do you want?" you snapped, cutting him off.
"More… I want more. H-Higher setting, please… And on- on my tip…" his voice was trembling with both flusteredness and arousal. His cock twitched as he spoke, only proving his desperation. You waited for a few seconds before responding, just for the sake of keeping him on edge.
"Since you asked so nicely…"
You turned the vibrator to its highest setting, several levels above the previous one, and pressed it flush against the tip of his cock. Frank's mouth formed an O, croaking out silent chokes of air before releasing a loud moan as he threw his head back. "Holy fuck- Y-Yes…!"
You began circling the vibrator around his tip, causing his hips to buck in your direction. His legs began to tense up, curling around you as you sat between them. "Tell me just how much you like it, pretty boy" you cooed, a stark contrast to your harsh demands from earlier.
Frank swallowed hard, his throat already drying from the strings of whines and groans sounding from his mouth. "It feels so… so good-" his voice was weak, shaking from effort as he spoke between pants. You amped the velocity of your circles, also increasing the pressure you placed between the vibrator and his cock. He thrust into the air again. "Oh just like that… Fuck, keep going…"
Getting bored with just his tip, you decided to take advantage of his full length. You wrapped your hand around Frank, the vibrator between your fist and his dick. You pumped him up and down slowly so that the vibrator wouldn't fall out, and also because it was making your hand job unsteadier than usual. Frank moaned out, his voice almost cracking. He panted roughly, gasping for breath as a string of curses fell from his lips.
Frank's hips involuntarily bucked into your hand, starting a sloppy pace. You placed your free hand on his stomach, trying to keep him pinned to the bed, but his desperate thrusts were much stronger than you, making you attempt futile. "Yes, yes, yes…" Frank whispered like a prayer. He chanted pleas, as if a single moment of silence from him would constitute you halting.
Frank's hair was drenched with sweat, and his originally white blindfold had been soaked into a greyish hue. The handcuffs collided against the bedframe, shaking the whole bed with each impact. You were sure they'd leave a dent or scratch of some sort, but neither of you cared in the moment.
"Oh fuck- So fucking close… Please just keep-" Frank struggled to speak between his moans, "-just keep doing that… I-I'm gonna-"
You shushed him gently, breaking off his words as they turned into whimpers. "I know, I know," you consoled him. "I'm not stopping anytime soon."
Bringing your hand up his dick, you stopped at the top, keeping it tightly wrapped around his tip. Your hand was going numb from the vibrations and the warmth of Frank's precum, but you were determined to make him finish before focusing on your own comfort.
With a final gasp, Frank came. His hips thrusted up, his back arched off the mattress as his stomach flexed with each breath he took. His cum quickly filled your fist, flowing over your fingers and down the back of your hand. After a series of sharp moans and labored sighs, Frank gingerly sunk into the bed. You slowly let go of his cock, turning off the vibrator and leaving it on his mid drift.
You crawled up the bed to sit beside his head. Using your clean hand, you untied his blindfold. He was already looking up at you. His flush, sweat-glistened face shone beautifully in the dim lighting of the room. His mouth hung agape, still catching his breath from his previous orgasm. You smiled down at him. "Look at the mess you made," you said, lifting up your hand and forgetting your dominant persona from earlier.
He chuckled breathlessly, "How could you expect me not to after all that teasing?" You rolled your eyes, acting annoyed. "Oh please, you know you liked it." Frank shrugged, silently agreeing with your statement. His handcuffs jingled with the slight movement. He looked above his head. "Y'know, once I get these off," he started, gesturing to his restraints,
"I'll make sure to return the favor."