The Pyramid (Part III)

With my face buried in a pillow, my back arching perfectly to lift my ass in the air, the man I’m about to fuck instructs me to “open wide” as he uncuffs my left arm. I spread my legs, move my manicured hands slowly up my things toward my ass and spread my cheeks for him to see how glorious my ass looks with a plug in it. He caresses my ass cheeks one last time before giving both a spank. I can hear his breath getting heavier as he marvels at my body from behind, and knowing I’m the one he wants to devour turns me on even more. He slowly tugs at the butt plug, and just as it’s about to pop out, he slowly pushes it back in. The combined anticipation and sensation compels me to move one of my hands from my ass to my pussy, because she’s aching for attention, but before it travels too far, he grabs my hand with one hand and spanks me with the other. “Little Girl, do I need to restrain your wrists? Don’t make me do it. Behave!”. I look back at him with a smirk. He smirks back at me and gets off the bed to fetch a spreader bar from his closet.

“I see you’re trying to get under my skin by defying me, you Naughty Brat. I’ll do something about that.” He cuffed my arms behind my back with handcuffs. The restrictive feeling, coupled with that of safety, made this moment significant for both of us. I had surrendered control of my body and its responses to stimuli to Bruce and, for the first time, didn’t feel uncomfortable. My occasional defiance and subtle seduction kept him engaged; his control and mindfulness of me kept me engaged, too. I felt the air in the room change for the better, and as he gently kissed my cheek after restraining my hands, I was like clay on a potter’s wheel waiting to be thrown. He caressed my ass cheeks again, spread one of them open and tugged at the butt plug again. With every tug and push, I felt subtle but significant waves of pleasure flowing through my body. It’s as though my mind shut off, and I fell into a blissful spell inspired by the euphoria of edging. My moans encouraged Bruce to continue. Now and then, he would lean forward to gently kiss my cheek and say, “That’s my good girl…” and when the affirmations brought me closer to my orgasm, he would stop to caress my cheeks and spank me until I calmed down.

“I want to be inside you, but first, we need a safe word. Any ideas?” He asks as he caresses my ass. I can’t think of one on the spot since I can’t speak. He could tell I was in subspace, so he suggested we use “Monkey Slut” as a safe word. I laugh at how ridiculous the word is and nod in agreement. He then strapped my ankles with the spreader bar and adjusted its width to spread my legs open even further. He gently tugged at the butt plug and removed it as he spanked one of my cheeks. As I arch my back more, I give him a short booty shake as he lubricates my glory hole. He then kneels behind me and uses his thumb to stimulate my glory hole before sliding his hard, thick cock inside it. We gasp simultaneously as he grabs my waist. “Are you okay?” he asks. I nod in agreement, and he slowly fucks my ass. As my moans get louder, his cock penetrates me deeper and faster until I come close to creaming all over him.

“You have my permission to cum if you so wish.” he groans as he grips the handcuffs, gently pulling on them with each thrust and penetrating me deeper. I moan aloud, arch my back even more and cream all over his cock. “That’s my good girl… Cum on my dick…” he groans. He’s still inside me as he grabs the rose to hold it against my clit. He turns it on, and the suction from the rose gets me wet all over again. My body starts writhing from the euphoric feeling of arousal, and he instructs me not to move. “I want you to feel everything all at once. I can tell you’re close to tears, but if you dare move again, I’ll give you something to cry about. Understood?” I nodded in agreement, and he went back to work on my ass and clit. With one hand still on the handcuffs and the other holding the rose against my clit, I had an almost out-of-body experience as the waves of pleasure intensified. I could feel his cock get harder while inside me, so I decided to throw my ass back at him so he could cum all over it. I needed him inside my pussy the moment I saw him at the club; he knew just how swollen she was in anticipation of his cock, but he insisted on torturing me a while longer by giving my clit the attention it wanted and my ass the loving it needed. I could hear him grunt as I threw my ass back, which turned me on even more. I love knowing he’s enjoying me being a good girl. Just as I was about to cum, he stopped and said, “I did not permit you to cum again. Not yet, Little Girl…”

He then uncuffed my arms and turned my body so I could lay on my back. I could tell from the look on his face that he adores my clamped breasts and face. He removed the nipple clamps and, with one hand, he held the spreader bar up and over my torso to expose my pussy and ass… The carnal amorousness on my face compelled him to kiss me passionately as his fingers slid in and out of my pussy. My body writhed with pleasure again, and that’s when he stopped to spread the bar wider to widen the distance between my legs and placed his head between them (with the bar over his back). When his face met mine, he said, “Remember, Little Girl, whatever you do, DO NOT MOVE or cum until I say so. Understood?” I nodded, and he lowered his head to bite my neck gently. I looked up at our reflection in the mirror on the ceiling, and I fucking loved what I saw. My legs are over his shoulders, his head is buried in the side of my neck, and my hands caress his head and back. His mouth moves from my neck down to my chest and over one of my nipples. Nipple stimulation always gets my body in a frenzy, and this time is no different.

His hand caresses one breast while his tongue gets to work on the other. One of my hands moved from the back of his head to reach for my clit, and when he noticed what I did, he bit my nipple and then said, “I instructed you not to move, Little Girl… Don’t make me angry…” I nodded and put my hand back over his head. He continued sucking on my tits, then moved down to my pussy. The feeling of his tongue over my clit and his fingers inside my wet lips sunk me deeper into subspace, and I couldn’t move, speak or feel anything except what he was doing to my body. He could probably feel my walls contracting as I came closer to cumming all over his fingers because he stopped fingering and eating me out. The smirk on his face from my annoyance with edging irritated me, but I couldn’t help but lightly punch him in his stomach for leading me on as he did. “All in good time, Little Girl… I want you to enjoy me as much as I’m enjoying you. Seeing your bratty face get annoyed with me gives me a rise, but not in an amusing way.” I punched him again, and he rose to kiss me. His kiss aroused me again, and he could determine that from the way I bit his lip as he broke the kiss. He raised the spreader bar to lift my legs again, moved from under it and towered over me. He then looked me in my eyes, told me I was beautiful, and used the tip of his cock to tease my clit while holding my legs up with the bar. “If you want to cum, you may…” he said. He instructed me to keep my legs up and play with my tits as he kept teasing me. At that moment, all I could feel were the pleasurable discomfort from lifted and restrained legs, the sting of nipple pinches, the comfort from caressing my breasts, the feeling of his cock rubbing over my swollen clit and the carnal lust between us. All I wanted was for him to be and stay inside me —  he knew this, and that depriving me of him like that drove me crazy. “Papi, I don’t like that you’re making me wait. I want you inside me — please…” I breathlessly said as my orgasm built up. “What my Good Girl deserves, my Good Girl gets…”

He spread the bar wider and bent my knees slightly before slowly sliding his hard, girthy cock inside me. I gasp as we sustain eye contact, and he thrusts his cock in me while rubbing on my swollen clit. I had Kegel contractions as my juices squirted out of my pussy. He looked down at our mess and smirked at me when he raised his head. “That’s my Good Girl… I know you have a few more orgasms in you, so I’ll make sure you get them all. Keep your hands on your tits, do not move your legs…” Once I calmed down from my orgasm, he bent to taste my cum while eating me out. I could hear him groaning as he sucked on my clit, so I knew I tasted good. He got up to kiss me so I could taste myself and slid his cock inside me again. This time, the strokes were deeper and slower. He wanted to ensure I made the subspace I was in last all night. My hands pinched my nipples harder, and he held onto the bar to keep my legs still. Every time his cock was inside me, he’d watch me moan as I touched myself and felt all his inches penetrating my body. Each stroke evoked a sense of bliss I couldn’t break from, and I was here for every minute of it.

He could feel my legs shaking as I was about to cum again, so he stopped fucking me. “Not yet…” he said. He gently placed the butt plug back into my ass, unstrapped me from the spreader bar to free my legs, then picked me up and carried me to the lounge. He sat on the couch across from the large window and instructed me to ride his dick. I sat on his lap with my legs straddled on either side of his body and kissed him passionately as I grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my clit to tease him. He broke our kiss out of annoyance and spanked me when I smirked. “Do I need to make myself clearer, Little Girl?” he said (this time, with some vim in his voice). I shook my head, positioned his cock against my pussy and sat on his lap. I could feel every inch of him, and he could feel all of me, too. I could tell because we groaned simultaneously, and he placed his hands over my breasts while maintaining contact. “Fuck me, baby…” he whispered. I got to work, bouncing my ass up and down his cock as he spanked my ass with one hand and put my breast in his mouth with the other. He gripped my ass cheeks and helped me fuck him faster, harder and deeper. I could hear him grunting as I did this, and my moans harmonised with his sounds of pleasure.

The feeling of his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks as I fucked him gave me such a rush that when we locked eyes one last time, we both knew this was the moment we’d cum together. He spread his legs to give me space, and I bounced my ass on his cock to enjoy every inch he had. He spanked me a lot harder this time, grunting as he did so and told me to cum with him. From the spanking, the nipple stimulation and the intense build-up of lust, he filled me up with creamy cum as I squirted all over his cock with my juices. My body shook from the release of euphoria, and when I came to, I started crying. He wrapped his arms around me to pick me up, carried me to bed and cuddled me and started a post-care conversation to check in on me. The euphoric feeling intensified,  as this was the first time I’d had an actual post-care conversation. I’d experienced sub-drop before but didn’t have someone to hold me while I calmed down. He took me into his muscular arms, kissed my forehead and reassured me that I was his good Little Girl and that he was proud of me for being so. I fell asleep in his arms, which was the best sleep in years.