Nipple pleasure

“Oh fuck…. Please just take me already!” She gasped

She was getting desperate. I could almost taste her in the air.

“You don’t deserve it… at least not yet…” I replied. I felt her whole body groan, her back arching.

Her wrists strained against the cuffs that bound her arms above her head to the legs of the table she lay on, her legs tugging against the chains that held them wide apart to the suspended spreader bar.

“Please sir!” She begged. “I know i made a mistake. I know im not supposed to wear panties in your presence… but you spanked me for that! No sense in denying your own pleasure just to punish me further…”

I could see the mischievousness in her eyes, even under the blindfold. She was tempting me, rather effectively too I might add.

Yet I remained strong.

“It’s my prerogative to decide what is suitable punishment” I said slowly, my fingers still tingling from administering her earlier spanking. “And how very presumptuous to think I was even going to fuck you today…”

The cuteness of her slight overbite was enhanced as she bit her lip nervously, her perfectly straight, thin nose sucked in air as her delicate nostrils flared in slight panic as he body responded instinctively, undermining the will of her mind.

Her body was thin, completely nude apart from the blindfold and panties she had been admonished for wearing. She held a runners toned body, with slight bones visible under her caramel brown skin as she made slow, aching movements while her body craved more, the glint of her belly button piercing glimmering in the candlelight.

I used her hesitation against her, pressing my lips gently to the inside of her elbow and kissing the sensitive skin. I felt the shudder reverberate through her body as her lips parted, a desperate moan filling the air.

I watched as goose pimples flooded over her soft skin, the taste of desire on her skin and she whimpered, gasping as the flat of my tongue flicked over the erogenous zone.

“Oh god, please!” She gasped as I switched arms, repeating the process as she groaned again. “I bought these panties for you and now you are making me ruin them!”

“Don’t blame me for your actions!” I smirked, taking a Wartenberg wheel and gently rolling it down the outside of her tricep, causing her to shudder.

“Fuckkk” she moaned as i moved around the other side to even up the movement. “Please sir, it’s been hours you have been teasing me!”

I glanced up at the clock.

“How long to you think it’s been?” I asked, curiously.

She paused, licking her lips slightly as she pondered the question. In a strange moment I realised the colour of her lips perfectly matched that of her puffy nipples over her flat, yet shapely b cup breasts.

“Ummm I’m not sure… at least 2 hours… probably closer to three… of fuck please!”

I glanced up at the clock, leaning my mouth to her chest.

“Try 42 minutes” I hummed, taking the sensitive flesh between my lips. She let out a deep primal groan as I gently massaged and licked her areola, her body bucking and grinding below me as she shuddered.

She gasped as I disengaged, the self control she had been trying to display now lost in her overheated state. Her body twisted against her restraints, her chest expanding and contracting in short bursts as she flooded her system with oxygen.

Her voice was shaky, as she spoke.

“What’s the safe word today sir…” she shuddered.

I could tell she was close to tapping out. I’d never see this before, where the pleasure was so intense it was painful.

I knew I had to balance the thin line. Merciful control.

“We don’t have one today…” I said calmly, watching as she swallowed and licked her lips to wet them, dry from her laboured breathing.

I moved around to the other side of her body, this time taking the scenic route to give her a few extra moments to attempt to gather herself. As I passed between her legs I couldn’t help but glance up at her saturated panties, the fabric failing to contain her juices as she leaked like a ruptured Aloe Vera plant.

My cock groaned at me through my jeans as if to say ‘she’s right boss, let’s just fuck her!’ But I controlled myself, somehow.

Her whole body shook as my mouth met her other nipple, blood rushing to it as it firmed immediately under my attention. Her breathing was erratic and her body twisted, her voice gasping as be stuttered.

“Oh god please stop sir…” she mumbled, then quickly in a panic, she sounded confused and urgent.

“Please may I cum sir???” She asked, a moment too late. “Of fuck…. Oh fuckkkkKKKKKKKK”

I’d heard of orgasms through nipple stimulation before, but had not expected it so rapidly, so explosively, so uncontrollable.

She pulled down with her legs against her restraints, grinding her hips up hopelessly in the pursuit of her clit finding some stimulus. Instead, my fingers arched across her body, finding her other nipples still wet with my saliva, gently kneading the nerve endings as it accelerated her response.

Her voice lowered and shook as she cried out in tongues. I could hear the squelching of her pussy lips as they contracted, knowing her pussy would be a mess of juices as she expelled the demons from her body.

With one final high pitched whimper, her body collapsed, all fight gone from her being.

I knew her body well enough by now, that her orgasms were so explosive that she would be useless for the next few minutes, likely the night, but my responsibility didn’t end there. Aftercare was hugely important in this world.

I remained a bit perplexed. Through all our times together I’d never seen her lose control like that, to fall off the cliff so quickly and so hard.

She was usually much more controlled.

I worked quickly, untying her ankles and guiding them to the table, before freeing her arms and stripping to my boxers. I gently picked her fidgety body up, the warmth of our skin to skin contact comforting her.

I carried her effortlessly over to the bed, laying on my back and pulling heavy sheets over us to protect from the cold. Within 2 breaths I felt her consciousness leave her body, completely relaxed as I allowed her to sleep on my chest.

I knew at some stage tomorrow morning we would wake up, on our sides, spooning with her tidy, fragile body wrapped in my arms, but for now I rested.

Both at peace.