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I drifted in and out of consciousness, cozy under the covers, the warmth soothing to my aching muscles. Every now and then, I’d try to shift position, roll over or draw my hand down and under my cheek, only to be brought up short by the restraint still wrapped around my wrist.
Sir had decided I wasn’t ready to be released, not yet.
I’d lost sense of time, half asleep and half awake, but I thought it had been at least an hour, maybe two, that he’d left me, cuffed to his bed. And I’d stay here until he decided to untie me, unless I shouted my safe word at the little device in the corner. A great use for an old baby monitor.
I was starting to think about it, because I really had to pee, but if I called out red there’d be no more playing, not today, so I resolved to wait it out a little longer.
And a little longer.
By the time Sir returned, waltzing in without a care in the world, his gaze casually sweeping the room before resting on me, I was squirming under the blankets. I needed out of the restraints, now.
“Sir,” I gasped. “Please, I really need to go to the bathroom.”
I waved my manacled wrist at him, though he hardly needed an explanation. He was the one who’d put me in this position after all. He gave a small smile of acknowledgement of my words, but instead of approaching the bed to release me, he tugged his shirt off over his head.
“Sir, seriously,” I said, pleading with my eyes. “I really, really have to go.”
He took off his jeans and his underwear and rounded the bed. I twisted so I could follow him with my eyes, feeling the mattress dip as it took his weight. He slipped under the covers, maneuvering me so that şişli escort we were spooning, my back against his front. He nuzzled my hair out of the way and started kissing my neck, his hand sliding between our bodies and rubbing gently at the welts that still covered my ass and upper thighs. I barely registered the discomfort, the prickling heat his touch awoke, my every thought consumed with the urgency of my bladder.
“Please, Sir.” I yanked on my restraint once more, “I’m desperate.”
“You can hold it, Kitten.”
“I can’t, sir!”
“Yes, you can. I have plans and they don’t involve letting you out of this bed.”
I mewled in protest, but it turned into a little moan as Sir’s hand slid around my hip and parted my legs so that he could play with my clit. I was soaked, a combination of both our releases from our earlier play, and Sir used that to lube his fingers so they could slide in and out of me then move back to gentle circle my clit once more. I was sore from earlier – I’d been fucked, and hard – but that didn’t stop me from rocking my hips against his questing hand. The need to pee was still pressing, but it made everything more intense. I thought I might be close to cumming already. I moaned again and rocked harder.
“Good girl.” Sir pulled his hand away and took a grip on my thigh, pulling at me until I’d slid it backwards and over his leg. He shifted his hips and slid his cock inside me in one smooth thrust.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck that felt amazing, my enlarged bladder putting pressure on my g spot as he stroked over it, but it also increased my need to pee a lot. I made a strangled bahçelievler escort sound, really wanting him to do it again – and again and again – but also terrified I might lose control.
Deciding my dignity was worth more to me than what felt like was sure to be an absolutely rocking orgasm, I tried to shift away. I got nowhere, Sir yanking me back into him with a firm hand on my lower stomach that forced me to clench every pelvic muscle I possessed to save myself. He followed that up with another thrust, hitting the spot just right and making my eyes roll back in my head.
Oh God, maybe the orgasm would be worth it.
“Ready, Kitten?” Sir asked.
Ready to get fucked? Oh yes please.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied breathlessly.
Instead of increasing the pace, though, he paused. I stilled, confused, then I heard the low buzzing of my bullet vibrator.
I’d barely registered the sound before his hand was back between my legs, pressing the bullet hard against the side of my clit, just in the spot I loved.
“Gah!!” It was explosive, far too intense, my full bladder making my clit scream with oversensitivity. I tried to snap my legs together to close him out, but he was strong enough to ignore the pressure of my thighs, and when my free hand wasn’t up to the task of wrenching him free, all I could do was cling to him, nails digging into his forearm as my pelvis throbbed and pulsed, the need to cum mixing with the need to pee and producing an overwhelming pleasure-pain.
I didn’t know where to go: back onto his cock, or forward onto the bullet vibe. I wriggled and twisted, trying ataköy escort to get away from both, and only succeeding in fucking myself on Sir’s cock and rubbing the bullet vide against myself in the most deliciously agonizing way.
“Can’t. Please Sir, can’t. Too much. Please!”
Sir ignored my whimpering, taking over the rhythm with longer, more powerful thrusts than I’d been managing, forcing me harder onto the vibe. I stopped trying to escape and just clung to him, trying desperately not to let go, but reaching for the orgasm that was set to wallop me with the force of a freight train.
When it hit me, I screamed, folding over, clenching as hard as I could and shaking uncontrollably as razor-sharp pleasure sliced over my nerves. Sir forced me to ride out the aftershocks against the vide, mercifully stilling as my muscle contractions pulled out his own orgasm but refusing to let me escape the torturous buzzing of the bullet. Only when I stopped shuddering did he let up, kissing my shoulder before reaching to the restraint and unlocking it with deft fingers.
“Go on then.” He gave my tender ass a sharp slap. “I thought you said you had to go?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” I scrambled my way out of bed and stumbled to the en suite bathroom on unsteady legs. I thought I might not make it to the toilet, but when I sat down, my muscles held tight, still adhering to my earlier instructions to hold no matter what the fuck happens.
“Oh, come on!” I bounced a couple of times, squeezing and releasing my pelvic muscles. Finally, when the stream released, it was so intense my eyelids fluttered, a pulsing in my clit making me feel like I was cumming all over again. Sweet Jesus.
I cleaned myself up and made my way back to the bedroom to find Sir waiting for me just beyond the bathroom doorway.
“Shower time, Kitten,” he said, reaching up and affectionately taking a handful of my hair, just at the nape of my neck. “Let’s see how the hot water feels on those welts, huh?”
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