Angel Baby 👼🏼
concept: you’re sitting on the couch, me on your lap facing away from you and towards the movie on screen. your strap-on is deep inside me, and one hand gently trails its way up and down my body, scratching my thighs and pulling my chest. you bite at the back of my neck and under my ear and along my shoulders as you watch the movie. your other hand holds a vibrator against my clit. you’ve bound my hands to my thighs and my ankles to yours, gagged me and blindfolded me and made me wear noise-cancelling headphones. i can’t sense anything except your hand and your teeth and the vibrator. it’s on high, pressed right against my clit, and between that and the dildo deep in me I can feel my orgasm build and I’m right there and I’m so so close but just as I’m about to tip over you pull the vibe away. it hurts, to be denied again, and I sob with the disappointment of my lost orgasm. you press soothing kisses to my neck, whisper praises even though I can’t hear them, until I’ve calmed down and very slowly, you press the vibe against my clit again and begin to roll your hips into me.
you told me, before we began, that i’d get to come at the end of the movie.
ten minutes before the end, you paused it. that was forty-five minutes ago. you deny me for the nth time and smile against my shoulder as I cry.
“almost done.” you say soothingly, even though I can’t hear it. you wait til I’ve stopped shaking, and then, with the movie still paused, turn the vibe to its highest setting and start fucking into me. you don’t move it away this time, and as I cum, you press play.
“baby girl,” you chide, taking off my headphones and removing the blindfold. “you only had ten minutes left, you couldn’t hold it? that wasn’t very good of you.” around the gag, i sob. the orgasm ebbs away, but you don’t move the vibe, you don’t stop slow, heavy, hard thrusts into me.
i whine from the overstimulation, my bound ankles trying to pull away from yours. you stay firm, and i jerk in place. “ten minutes left,” you say with disappointment. “since you wanted to come so bad, how about ten more orgasms? you can do that for me baby girl, take your punishment so well? you wanna be good sweetheart, don’t you?”
i’m sobbing now, my chest heaving, my legs shaking, it’s starting to hurt, the vibrator, the thrusts, perfect painful pleasure washing over my body in waves. but i was bad already, i want to be good, i want to be a good girl, i want to be good for you. tears streaming down my face, i nod.
“that’s it baby girl, you’re so good for me” you praise and that and one more thrust tear my other orgasm from me. i scream through the gag. you bite my neck.
“nine more darling.” you whisper
