Hot Ticket

“Oh,” she moaned, her hips undulating in torment.

He flicked the clothespin, which tugged on her clit.

“Jace!”

Come on, baby, beg for it.

But she didn’t. She took deep shaky breaths, trying to curb her excitement as she had been for the past two hours. He kept flicking that damn clothespin and kissing that tender nipple until her excitement built to the pinnacle. As soon as her body shook with the first ripple of release, he pulled the clothespin off her clit and moved away, leaving her there unfulfilled.

Surely now she would beg him. How many times did he have to make her almost come before she couldn’t stand it anymore? She whimpered. Her entire body—slick with sweat and sticky with syrup—trembled.

Jace was running out of ways to excite her. He’d used every object in his suitcase, in every way he’d imagined, yet she still hadn’t submitted to the pleasure. She let him give her more. He stared at her, bound and blindfolded, and wondered how to proceed. He was out of ideas. Jace reached for a wet cloth and rubbed it over her anus. He trickled chocolate syrup over the area and lowered his head to lick it off. He pressed the tip of his tongue inside her.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, spreading her legs farther, so he could press his tongue deeper with less resistance. He sucked and moved his tongue in chaotic circles. Gasping, she wriggled her hips in excitement.

“I like that.”

He slid two fingers into her sopping wet cunt and pleasured her ass until her internal muscles convulsed. He moved away again, watching her writhe with unfulfilled desire, tears dripping from beneath her blindfold, fluids dripping down the inside of her thighs.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. Maybe she could go all night without coming, but he couldn’t. He climbed from the bed and grabbed some oil from the nightstand. He poured it into his hand and rubbed it over his cock. His head fell back, and he gasped brokenly.

“Jace?”

He should make her watch this. He climbed in front of her, kneeling on the bed, and pushed her blindfold up. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light. Her gaze eventually lowered to his straining cock. She gasped, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily. So she did want it. He wasn’t going to give it to her until she begged.

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore her little pained whimpers as he stroked his c**k with both hands.

“Jace!”

He stroked himself faster. As soon as he came, he could pleasure her again. He’d start his routine from the beginning.

“Don’t you dare f**king come before me, you ass**le!” Aggie yelled, jerking on her restraints.

He opened his eyes to look at her. Her attention was riveted to his cock, her hips undulating with his motion as he pumped it vigorously.

“You want this?” he murmured.

“No,” she growled.

He stroked himself slowly, in the rhythm he knew she responded to best. Her hips churned. “No?” He shrugged, closed his eyes, and massaged the head of his c**k with his palm. He didn’t really want to come this way anymore, but he’d keep pleasuring himself to drive her crazy. He absolutely loved her response.

He moved his free hand to his nuts. Massaged those too. “My balls are so heavy, I’ll probably spurt like ten minutes once I get going.”

Aggie sobbed.

“Where do you want it? On your mound?”

She shook her head vigorously.

“On your tits?”

“N-no.”

“Your face? Tell me, Aggie. Where do you want it?”

“Inside. Put it inside. Please, please.” She shook her head, hair flying in all directions “Fuck me, Jace. I can’t take it anymore.”

Jace breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally,” he gasped and released her ankles from the cuffs keeping her in a kneeling position on the bed.

“What do you mean, finally? I’ve been trying to give you what you want for hours.”

“What do you think I want, Aggie?”

“A woman who can take all your pleasure torture until you’re finished.”

Jace grinned. “Not even close, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“I just want to f**k you when you want it. For you to tell me when you need it.”

“I needed it two hours ago.”

“Then why didn’t you say so?”

He moved around her and knelt. Slowly, he slid his hands up her arms toward her restraints, thinking he’d like to tease her just a little longer. Gritting her teeth, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her. His c**k slid against her hot slit. He shuddered.

“Put it in, damn you,” she growled.

He moved a hand between their bodies and redirected his c**k into her body. Her back arched, and she sank over him. They cried out together. She shifted her feet to the bed behind his hips and pushed, drawing him out of her hot, slick pu**y before driving her body against him and taking him deep again. He inched forward to give her more play in her chains and rotated his hips as she controlled the joining of their bodies.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried. Her body convulsed in orgasm. Her pu**y clenched over him, trying to coax him to follow her in bliss. He fought it, wanting to give her as many orgasms as he’d withheld earlier. It would probably take him all night. He hoped she’d had Wheaties for breakfast.

Aggie collapsed against his chest, breathing hard.

“Ah, God, I needed that,” she panted.

He grinned and unfastened her restraints. When her arms came free, she wrapped them around him and then rotated her hips, grinding his hard c**k inside her. He tipped her onto her back and followed her onto the bed, driving himself deep. He then pulled out halfway and rocked into her repetitively, relentlessly, until they were both gasping and she was screaming, “Deeper, deeper.”

He thrust into her once and then backed off, pumping into her fast, but shallow. One deep thrust and then fast and shallow again. She clung to his shoulders as another orgasm gripped her. He pulled out until she stopped shuddering and then slipped inside her again.

“Ahhhhh,” she cried as a second orgasm converged with the first.

He thrust into her slowly then, concentrating on not letting himself come—tried to think of anything but her hot, slick body against him, around him. No use. Oh dear God, she felt good. He thrust faster. Pushed deeper. Gave himself over to the pleasure. It built and built. Consumed him until he had no choice but to let go. Jace shuddered uncontrollably as his seed pumped into her. Almost unbearable in intensity, his climax stole his breath. His lungs stung, protesting his lack of air, but the pulsations of pleasure in his groin made it impossible to concentrate on anything as unnecessary as breathing. He drew back slightly and lunged forward again, still shuddering with release. Aggie held him, with her arms and legs and pu**y, as he came. She murmured sweet words of love against his throat. When his body collapsed against hers, she drew him closer still. He sucked air desperately, trying to recover.