A moment to myself---or so I thought? -- Part II
I began making soft noises in response to his ministrations. His tongue stopped flicking just to lightly trace little circles about the tip of my nipple for a few moments, before resuming its previous torture. I moaned breathily and squirmed below him, trying in vain to grind my pelvis against his.
He lifted his head away from my breasts for a moment, looking down at me, as he removed his hand from behind my back. He taunted me again, asking me what was wrong, as he slowly slid his free hand down my stomach, towards my trapped pelvis. He spread his fingers to either side of my center, and dipped them into the creases to either side of my mons, pressing down firmly before lightly compressing my outer labia together by pulling his fingers back towards each other in a scissoring motion. I moaned louder and struggled beneathe him again.
He continued to taunt me, laughing at me while asking me if there was something that I wanted. He removed his middle finger from one of the creases, and compressed my labia once more, while ever-so-lightly tapping my clit with his newly-freed middle finger. I gasped and tried to thrust my hips up towards his finger, but, once again, it was completely useless. He chuckled at me again, and repeated the action. I gasped a second time, and struggled to try to get to touch to continue. He kept his finger a safe distance from my clit as i struggled, and mockingly made a sound of sympathy. "Aww, does your clit want to be touched?" He said, lightly tapping my clit again, and then again, and again---3 times in rapid succession, with only a beat of pause in between each---i whimpered and nodded my head, a blush rising to my cheeks.
"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you," he mocked as he repeated the 3 taps. I writhed harder under him and whimpered more pronouncedly. "Yes, please!"
He pressed my outer labia together lightly and began to just apply featherlight strokes across the skin of my clit with his middle fiinger: nothing hard enough to relieve the pressure that was quickly building up there, but just hard enough to emphasize my growing want. He absently stroked his fingertip across the skin, barely even grazing the surface, while I writhed and tried to bite down my whimpers.
" 'Yes, please,' what?" he asked more sternly, as he continued to delicately stroke his fingertip across my flesh.
"Yes, please, Master!" I cried out softly.
He moved his fingertips from the creases to either side of my mons, over on top of my outer labia, and began to firmly compress them down against my body, while pulling them up towards my stomach. My clit---a deepening shade of soft pink at the moment---was then exposed, still under its hood. He began lightly tracing over the skin again, abruptly tapping at my clit with his middle finger when I least expected it, and then maintaining the ensuing fluttering clenches of my vaginal canal in response to the taps, by carefully timing repeat taps in immediate succession, before returning to just delicately tracing his fingertip over my skin again. Every time, as he traced, I felt a coil in my center just wind tighter and tighter and tighter, until I felt that I could take no more, but then he would just keep going, and it would just grow tighter and tighter.
"No, I want you to tell me what you want." he sAid sternly, as he continued to delicately torment me. He brought his head back down to my chest---to the other breast this time---and began tracing a circle Round my nipple with his tongue. He kept his trail close to, but not touching, the actual nipple, and the combination of his hot breath rolling over it, and the anticipation of his tongue being so close to touching it, had me arching my back up into him again. He ever-so-lightly pressed his lips down around my nipple---still being very careful to not make direct contact, neither with his lips, nor with the inside of his mouth. He didn't suckle even briefly, as I'd hoped he would, but rather just let the warmth envelope the flesh there. He lifted his mouth away, holding it open, lips soft, and just breathed over the flesh. He lifted his lower jaw just enough to brush his lower lip against the skin just below my nipple. I gasped and writhed and whimpered all throughout.
Suddenly, after a few seconds had passed with no words being spoken, he raised himself off of my lap, wedged his hand between my thighs to part them slightly, and then shoved them far apart with his knees. He placed himself on his knees between my spread thighs---one of my legs to either side of him---and quickly pinned down each of my legs at the ankle with his feet, thus leaving my center completely exposed.
I was practically dripping; my lips were slick with my own arousal, as he simply held me there. He took his free hand and firmly cupped my center. I almost saw stars. I let out a deep moan and began mindlessly rolling my hips up again and again and again, trying to create some kind of friction in the intense heat of his grasp. The heat of his hand against my pussy felt so incredibly good, but quickly shifted over to being a torturous sensation, as even more blood rushed into my clit, and I still could do nothing to relieve the pressure. I whimpered again and looked to him.
"Tell me what you want," he said, much more sternly now. He lifted his hand from my core, and used it to brace himself above me, not touching his body to mine, as he bent over me, to kiss, lick, and nibble at my neck. I moaned breathily and rolled my head to the side to give him more access. I dry humped the air, trying to rub my heat against his pelvis, but he'd been very careful to position himself so that I couldn't make contAct. Instead, my thrusts just met with air, and I grew more frustrated. "Please! Master! Please, touch my clit!!" I cried out to him. He smiled against my neck, and lifted himself up just enough so he could whisper in my ear, "oh, like this?"
He brought his hand back down, stabilizing himself instead wiith the hand holding my wrists against the bed, and used his free hand to ever-so-lightly trail his fingertips across my skin, only briefly making contact with my clit, again and again, and never enough to relieve the growing pressure. I whimpered more desperately and shook my head. "No, please, Master. Please touch it harder!"
He did not heed my request, but rather kept up his agonizingly light, delicate touches across my skin. Each time he ever-so-softly brushed against my clit, the ache grew. My whimpers were getting louder and louder, and their tones sounding more desperate. "please, Master!!"
"Why?" he said, as he brought his mouth back down towards my breast. He began teasing my nipple again, simply brushing his lips across the skin immediately surrounding it, but refusing to actually makedirect contact with it.
"why what?" I asked, a bit confused, dazed by the overwhelming ache developing in my core.
He tapped at my clit again, I dont know how many times, and I began growing dizzy with want as he stopped tapping and continued his featherlight torture of my pussy. "Why should I touch it any harder? Why should I give you any relief?" he asked me, smiling, lips brushing against my stiff nipple for the briefest moment as he spoke.
I whimpered desperately, not entirely sure how to answer the question. "Because...because it aches so badly!!! Plea------AHNNN!!! Ohhhh!"
My reply was interrupted as he suddenly latched onto my nipple, softly sealing his lips around it and drawing it deeper into his mouth, so he could lightly bite down on it. As soon as he started flicking the tip with his tongue, my eyes rolled up into the back of my head. I moaned loudly and arched my back up hard, pressing my breast harder against his mouth. And then, just as suddenly as it had started----it couldn't have been even five seconds later---he abruptly pulled away from my nipple again, and it came out of his mouth with a 'pop'.
My clit throbbed and ached, and desperate whimpering sobs tore themselves from my throat while I fruitlessly tried to grind my hips up against his tormenting hand. He grinned at my torment, and used his fingers to pUll back my clitoral hood, simply leaving the aching organ exposed to the world as my thrusts redoubled. I began whimpering and pleading incessantly, dizzy with need. He briefly released his grip on my hood, and then slapped my clit once, firmly. I cried out in agonized ecstasy, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open in surprise and shock, as he immediately went back and pulled my hood back from my clit once more and held it there. My clit throbbed angrily, and I was almost completely consumed by the overwhelming ache which was still growing ever more prominent in my center. I whimpered incoherently, and rolling my hips up against the air again and again and again,...and again...completely in vain, but also completely out of my control. My body was moving of its own accord at this point.
"oh, my pet, but why should I give you any relief, when what I really want right now is for you to ache for me?"
At his words, the coil tightened ever-further.
He made eye contact with me, and ordered me to put my arms behind my back, and warned me to not even think about moving them. "I want you to stay completely still, my little fuck toy. You are mine, entirely, to do with as I please, and if i want you to ache, then you will ache for me." he continued speaking as he moved himself lower down on the bed. "Isn't that right, my little fucktoy?"
I swallowed, and replied breathily, "yes, Master."
As he settled himself back down, still between my legs, and trapped them against the bed with his own, he brought his free hand up to my core, and trailed a finger around my completely sopping wet entrance. "now, say all of it." he ordered, as he continued holding my hood back with one hand, and began featherlight stroking my pussy with all of the fingers of his other hand.
I whimpered desperately and fought with all of my willpower to not start rolling my hips up into his tormenting hands.
"I will stay completely still. I am Yours, entirely, to do with exactly as You please, and if You want me to ache, the I will ache for You."
"Why?" he said, and stopped stroking my pussy. He took the hand holding my hood back, and freed his middle finger. Spreading my lips with his free hand, he curled his middle finger from above, down around to slowly begin teasing at the edge of the entrance to my aching tunnel. He would just barely begin to press in, before pulling back and starting to press in again.
"because...I am Your fuck toy, and I'm here to please You"
"good girl," he said, and then released my labia. Using his freed hand, he slid his index finger deep inside of me, burying it to the knuckle, before quickly withdrawing it again, and using the hand to spread my labia once more...
(...to be continued...)