To Hear You Moan Pt. 05

(Because I left you in such a vulnerable moment in chapter 4 I decided to quickly finish chapter 5. So here it is, picked up exactly where we left off.)

Your body is trembling as you react to the ruined orgasm, head down and breaths ragged. I trail my hands up along your arms and entwine our fingers.

'You let me tease you for so long, you are so good to me.' I whisper in your ear as I kiss and nibble your earlobe.

Your voice is weak and breathy, 'I've never.. experienced that.. before. Cumming.. without.. an orgasm.' After a deep breath your next words rush out, 'It was maddening, it almost hurt and I couldn't stop it.'

You look down at your cock, 'And I'm still hard.'

I lift your hands from the headboard, 'Lie down with me.'

You lay on your back on the bed and I'm on my side propped on my elbow facing you. I rub your chest feeling your pounding heart begin to slow. I run my fingers through your soft hair.

I'm about to speak when you say, 'I like the mix of tickle and sting. The way the feather feels so soft and then the slap. It's a jolt each time even when you do it quickly, I can feel it right at the base of my cock each time.'

You pause and watch my face as you say, 'You could hit harder, now that I know I like it. I want to know where my limit is.'

I bite my lip, 'I'm not sure how much harder I'm comfortable doing this.

I pick up the crop and slap it against my leg much harder than before. I wince and the skin turns pink.

I hand you the crop, 'Show me what it felt like, I want to know if I'd like it as well.'

You look surprised and I add, 'Only the way I used it on you, I know I don't like anything harder than that.'

I roll onto my stomach and place my hands under my cheek as I look away from you. The bed shifts as you get to your knees beside me. I feel the soft suede leather trace from my foot to my thigh, you slide the tip across my ass and down to the other foot. You repeat the pattern and then begin tapping randomly along my legs and ass; I feel a slight sting at the same moment a feather brushes over the back of my neck. I gasp.

You chuckle, 'Yeah, I like that surprise.'

You tap the crop slowly up and down my body, the negligee covers my ribs and most of my ass so the sensation is muted. The gentle taps are surprisingly soothing but I keep expecting the next one to be sharp. A sudden hard slap on my ribs makes me jerk and then I feel the peacock feather tickle up my thigh. I squirm and flip onto my back.

I smile up at the questioning look on your face.

'Yeah, it's not appealing to me. I don't like that anxious feeling, not knowing what's coming next.' I shrug. 'Now I know, thank you.'

You chuckle, 'That doesn't surprise me, but I'm glad we could find out together.'

You pause before you say, 'I prefer being teased than to be the one teasing, I was worried I'd hurt you or do something wrong even in those few minutes.'

I sit up and hug you, 'Exactly why we have our words. 'Apple' to stop and 'Now' to stop teasing.'

Then I bite your shoulder and let my nails graze your skin as they run down towards your semi hard cock.

'Up for some more teasing?' I ask, 'Or do you want to see if we can ruin another orgasm?'

You let out a puff of breath, 'Your choice, Mistress.'

I moan as your words roll through my body like a wave; I shiver and say, 'My beautiful, generous man, letting yourself be my toy tonight.'

I swipe my fingers through my pussy as I gently grasp your hair and pull your head back. I press my soaked fingers to your lips and you suck them into your mouth swirling your tongue. I crave the feel of your tongue on me but I am patient, and a little hesitant.

I turn to my dresser drawer and lift out my white ribbons, look at them and purse my lips. I lick my lips as I look at you laying on your back in my bed, hands resting on your stomach.

You raise an eyebrow at my mischievous smile and are about to speak when I drop the ribbons and close the drawer. A flash of disappointment is replaced by widened eyes when I reach for the soft leather cuffs now at the head of my bed. I giggle.

'I think you might not have the same amount of self-control as usual,' I say, my grin doesn't lessen. 'So I want to make sure you can't move your hands.'

I ask if you want this and you nod. A hungry expression has returned to your face as I slip the cuffs onto your wrists and tighten them. You flex and pull, your arms barely move.

The cuffs are attached to my bed frame and I wait to see if you are comfortable. Your arms are spread to the sides of the bed; only your fingers reach past the edge. You shift and pull testing the restraints.

'This is less of a strain than having my arms above my head.' You say. 'and I can still shift my shoulders and lift my head.'

I cover your eyes with the blindfold and your cock bobs as you flex. I move away from the bed and watch as you pull at the restraints again, you shift your hips and can roll partially to each side. You are smiling.

'I like this.' You say into the quiet.

I pull off my negligee and walk around my bed letting the fabric trail across your skin. I pick up the pheasant feather and tickle the bottom of your foot, you pull it back quickly and I huff out a breath regretting the lack of a footboard to anchor your feet. When I climb onto the bed and sit on your legs I begin to tickle your foot and you squirm under me. You could probably toss me off if you wanted to but you only twist.

I continue flicking the feather and you laugh, I don't relent and the laugh becomes a frantic giggle. You are struggling to get away and while you are able to shift me around you can't pull your feet far enough away from my feather. I pull the feather up your foot as I climb off and stroke it up your leg. Your chest is heaving and your breath is ragged.

'I like hearing you a little frantic.' I say.

You smile weakly as you catch your breath, 'That is a different kind of torture, not.. not sure I can handle that again.'

I walk around the bed to straddle your hand. As I lean forward to kiss you, I roll my hips.

'Thank you for telling me, I'll find a different way to hear your voice reach that pitch.' My voice is playful as I trace your arm with my finger tips.

With my legs to either side of your hand my wet pussy brushes against your clenched fist. You immediately unclench your hand and your fingers flick around me, playing with my sex.

'I can use you however I want, can't I?' I whisper into another kiss.

I position myself so you are able to circle your thumb around my clit. Your other fingers tease my folds and entrance and when I feel the press of you seeking to sink your fingers inside me I raise my hips. You let out a disappointed sound and I tell you to make a fist.

I lower my hips again and shift side to side over your knuckles. Leaning forward I press my hands to your shoulder and chest as I rub my clit back and forth.

My heated moans fill the room along with your murmurs to use you for my pleasure. I kiss you when I feel myself nearing the peak and I pull away.

'Good boy.' I say, my voice a little shaky.

Giving myself a moment, I rub my hands along your arm and shoulders. I massage and squeeze the muscles you held taut for me, kissing my way across your chest.

I reach for the peacock feather and trace it down your stomach to flutter it back and forth across the tip of your cock. Mmm I love causing those shudders and groans.

I grasp the base of your cock and slowly stroke as the feather continues to tickle the tip. I dip my head, lick, and then alternate my licks and flick of the feather while stroking.

Your hips move in a slow rhythm matching my strokes. I place the feather on your stomach and now, with each stroke, my hand rolls over the head of your cock. I suck the tip into my mouth as my hand moves down. My hand glides up your shaft and I release you from my mouth to let my hand roll over the head. I kiss again, stroke, repeating this pattern a dozen times more.

You are moaning and your hips are flexing into my motions. The pattern slows until I stop stroking and simply hold your cock at the base and flick the feather back and forth across your inner thighs and balls. Your breath stutters as you writhe and your hips start to buck as I kiss and suck the tip.

'I need more.' You say in a near whine.

'No.'

I tease like this for a minute and then I release your cock; you groan in frustration.

I blow a few breaths across your heated skin and watch it pebble, I flicker the feather along your shaft and stomach. I put the feather aside and pause for a few heartbeats. Then I push my mouth down over your cock as far as I can.

You gasp and the bedframe creaks as your body jolts; I giggle around your cock. I bob my head slowly and roll my tongue around the head, rubbing the underside with my lip. I suck in my cheeks as I pull away and with a soft pop sound, I release your cock.

Your moans, sighs, and shivers have my body thrumming, I feel my quickening pulse in my inner walls. I want to push you a little further, I want to hear your desperation as I hold you at that exquisite place just before release.

'Do you want us to see if we can hold you on the edge?' I ask as my fingers stroke along your balls.

With a shaky laugh you say, 'As long as it doesn't involve tickling my feet, yes.'

I let my nails graze your tight sack and slide up your cock, I flicker my fingers around the tip.

'We have to work together, I don't know you well enough yet to hold you there. Please, tell me when you are close, and when you are there.'

When you promise, I flick the tip of your cock with my tongue and then engulf and suck the head while my fingers tickle your balls. I repeat this over and over. Your breathing becomes rapid and shallow again. Your lips part and if I could see your eyes they would probably be scrunched tight. Your cock head is swollen and fills my mouth as precum coats my lips and chin.

I shift the rhythm, now my mouth follows as my hand glides up and down your cock instead of touching your balls. I move a little faster and increase the pressure. Your begging voice moans in time with my movements.

You're so close I can feel your body tremble, I find a rhythm that has your breaths coming quickly, your body tensing but not quite taut and I hold you there until your thighs twitch.

'I'm close, I'm close!' you gasp.

And I stop. Releasing my mouth and hand, I rub my fingertips across the tip of your cock, coating them in precum and you whimper as I press them to your lips.

When I tap the crop against your balls you yell and jerk violently. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around your cock and stroke hard twice.

You cry out, 'I'm going to cum!'

I stroke the head of your cock roughly twice again and lean forward to whisper in your ear, 'Not yet.' I release your cock.

You gasp, your legs and hips twist and flail as you pull hard against the restraints. 'Noo.' You gasp, 'Fuuck, noo!'

Seed drips from the tip of your cock and slides down to your balls blending with the wetness from my mouth. I slap the crop on your hip and a few more beads slip out.

I don't give you a moment to recover, I tap the crop up and down your ribs as I kiss and suck your nipple, flicking it with my tongue. Slapping your ribs hard, twice on each side, I roll your balls in my hand.

'We will try to edge again, tell me sooner this time.'

You're writhing on my bed, your hips twist and buck as I stroke your cock. I continue tapping and then slapping the crop occasionally from your neck to hips, even managing to flick your nipple with the tip of the crop.

You wail, 'Please, I can't take any more. Stop, fuuuck!'

Without pausing I speak quietly, 'We have a word, I will stop instantly if you say either one.'

You clamp your mouth shut and after pressing my lips to yours, I use my teeth to pull the blindfold up. A hint of white shows around your wide eyes as you stare up at me; you lunge forward to kiss me. The kiss is wild with none of your usual finesse. Our teeth click together as you plunge your tongue into my mouth and bite my lips hard. I gasp into the scorching assault and then I pull back.

I pump the head of your cock in my fist making you cry out, 'That's.. slower.. I'm going to..'

And so I slow the rhythm, soften my grip and you moan, your entire body is tense.

'Like this?' I ask.

'Still too much, I can't hold back like this.'

I stop moving my hand.

I hold your cock gently as it twitches and you gasp out, 'There, uh huh.'

With shallow huffed out breaths your stomach unclenches slightly and I grasp a little stronger, release, grasp again. Your body begins to clench so I stop, gently holding your cock. The moment I see your stomach relax I begin that slight stroke and pressure. When you begin to curl forward I stop. You're covered in sweat, I wipe a bead from your forehead.

'Do you want to cum now?' I ask as I stroke once up and down your cock, watching you shiver.

Each word is punctuated with a sharp inhalation as you say, 'Not yet, yes, but no. I want more. The crop.. again. Please.'

I pause to let your body relax, your hands no longer balled in tight fists. Your breathing slows.

You chuckle softly and let out a long sigh, 'That was intense.'

We look at each other for a long moment, soft smiles. I lean forward and kiss you. My hands push back your damp hair and stroke down your cheek and jaw as our lips touch, breath mingles.

Moving my lips in kisses to your ear I whisper, 'Are you ready for more?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

I slap the crop hard against your hip and it leaves a mark. Your body jerks violently and you yell. I pause to see if it was too much but your head is thrown back as you strain against the wrist cuffs.

Trusting you to speak if you want me to stop, I begin tapping again moving up your hip and stomach along your ribs. I stroke your cock steadily, base to tip. I kiss along your jaw, down your throat and to your shoulder. I lean back and slap your lower abdomen just before my strokes slow, the crop makes a loud sound against your tense muscles, it startles me. I slap the crop against your bicep as my hand gently glides up and down your shaft.

You're breathing hard, every exhale a whispered or moaned, 'Fuck.'

When the crop leaves your nipple red I stop stroking your cock and rhythmically squeeze it instead.

'No, don't stop! I can't.. please! I have to cum n..' You bite your lip before you say 'now' and I stroke your cock once more before turning.

I take a breath, bite my lip and look at you begging with your eyes, the word touching your lips but held back.

'There is so much trust between us now.' I think to myself.

And then I climb across your body and press my pussy to your lips. With the same ferocity of the earlier kiss you attack. I lean forward and rub my finger along your taint, nails scratching lightly at the base of your balls. Your cry is muffled by my pussy and I lift my hips slightly so I can be sure to hear if you say our safe word.

You suck my clit, your tongue rolling back and forth and I moan rocking my hips. I'm going to cum all over your face if I'm not careful. I bury your cock in my throat and you bury your face in my pussy.

Your hips buck hard into my mouth, your feet brace to your sides giving your thrusts more force. I release your cock again and you howl. You strain forward as I pull my body away from you.

I lick my lips as I turn to face you. I kiss along your stomach and down your v-line, I shift so that I am straddling your leg. Your cock lets forth a near constant stream of precum as I watch you writhe, trying to find some contact.

With wild eyes each breath is a pleading cry, you stop flailing but are trembling as I look up at you and idly flicker my nails across the head of your cock. I roll my hips along your thigh giving me the friction I need to bring myself to orgasm.

Finally relenting, I say, 'Now.'

I swirl my tongue around your cock and suck it deep into my mouth. A heartbeat later I hum as your body convulses. Watching your face contorting in pleasure combined with your near scream of release pushes me over the edge. I sputter and cough around your copious seed and I cry out your name as my orgasm causes my body to shimmer and jitter.

Relishing the feel of our bodies thrumming together with release, I drape myself across you. Aftershocks of an intense orgasm prolong the sensation as I push myself up to release your cuffs.

Your arms wrap around my ribs and you pull me to your chest. I lay on top of you as your cock still throbs, squeezing the last of your seed between our stomachs. I feel your body shuddering and your heart beats wildly. You're moaning my name as you squeeze me tight to you. I rest my head against your shoulder as you hold me.

Your body begins to relax and you seem to sink into the bed. I lay on you quietly, my pussy pressed against your softening cock. Your grip on me relaxes and your arms fall to your sides. Your eyes flicker open and you stare at the ceiling.

Your breathing has returned to normal when I finally speak. 'You are exquisite.'

I press my swollen lips to yours and you look into my eyes, smile, and then close them.

You whisper, 'Thank you.' as your head tips to the side and you fall asleep.

I slide off your sweat-soaked body and grab a cool damp cloth. I wash your face, stomach, cock, and thighs clean and then pulling a blanket over us I curl up beside you. I place my hand on your chest letting myself be lulled into sleep by your deep even breaths.