Breaking the Rules

It really hadn't been worth it, at least it didn't seem so now. Oh, I suppose at the time it felt ok. At the time, bored, lonely, waking up from some vague and half remembered erotic dream that left me wanting, feeling unfulfilled and wet and needing, it seemed like a perfectly reasonable reaction. Imagining the dream was real, letting my mind, and hands, drift, finding that sweet release of pleasure to lull myself into more dreams. I suppose at the time it seemed like a good idea, only now... not so much.

My back and knees were aching from kneeling in the same position for the past hour, but I didn't dare move or complain. He'd been disappointed at the confession. I though he would be mad, but instead he said nothing which was far, far worse. I followed him in to sit on the sofa with him to watch tv, but he shook his head and said 'no'. Uncertain I stood there a moment until he pointed to a pillow cushion on the floor.

Swallowing hard, I moved to sit on the cushion but the expression on his face told me that, too, was wrong. I shifted my position and knelt there instead, hands behind my back. He nodded slightly then turned his attention to the tv, ignoring me. He picked up the remote, channel surfing, finally settling on a movie, while I stayed still, eyes down, waiting.

The movie had been on for over an hour. I could no longer follow the plot, I was too focused on the ache in my back and shoulders, so I had no idea what was going on. I was startled when I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders, then nearly groaned in relief as they started massaging the tense, sore muscles. He rubbed the ache out of my shoulders and upper arms then sat back. Aware that I wasn't out of trouble, I stayed where I was, though I was grateful for the lessening of the ache.

"Undress".

Careful to not leave the pillow, I pulled my shirt over my head, carefully worked pants and panties off, then removed my bra, before returning to kneeling in the same place. He reached down and ran his fingers across my cheek, over my lips. He pressed his thumb against them and I tentatively opened my mouth to lick it lightly. He pushed his thumb into my mouth so I continued licking and sucking on it as he slowly slid it in and out against my tongue.

His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling me from kneeling at his side to in front of him, between his legs. He kept his thumb in my mouth as he unzipped his pants with his other hand and pulled out his already hardening cock. He moved his hand from my mouth to my hair and pulled me forward, pushing my lips against him, which was all the instruction I needed.

Keeping my hands behind my back, I took him into my mouth, sliding my lips around him and licking at the head of his cock, flicking my tongue around it then pulling him in deeper. As I worked my mouth up and down him, his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head down as he thrust up harder into my mouth

I tried to keep up as his thrusts got more demanding, my eyes tearing slightly as each downward push on my head left me gasping for air. Finally he pushed down hard, his hips rising up to shove himself into my throat with a groan. I struggled a little at the sudden lack of air while trying to hold him in as he came, his groans and the tight grip in my hair telling me he was pleased at my performance. When he let me up I gasped for air, coughing slightly as I wiped a hand across my mouth. He immediately caught my wrist in an iron grip and stood, pulling me to my feet. My knees protested and I stumbled a bit, but he seemed ready for that, catching me around the waist to steady me.

Before I could react, he stepped forward, facing me towards the sofa. He reached around my head and tied a gag firmly in my mouth and patted me on the head. He pulled my wrists back behind my back, holding them up as he pushed my head down towards the arm of the sofa. I bent at the waist, head on the arm of the sofa, wrists held firmly in his hand. With his feet he kicked my legs apart so I was bent over and exposed, and I could feel my breathing getting harder.

He held me there a long moment, giving me no indication what to expect until a hand fell solidly on my ass in a loud smack. I jumped and yelped at the force of the unexpected blow. He rubbed a hand over the place he'd just struck for a moment, then smacked it again. And again. And again. Hard spanks hit all over my ass, and I could feel it getting hot, stinging with every caress when he paused to rub where he'd hit.

After a while he stopped and let go my wrists just a moment before tying them together. He returned his hands to my ass, caressing it a moment before one hand dipped lower to slide between my legs. He slid a finger into me briefly and I heard a slight chuckle but I dared not ask. The hands moved away, then as suddenly as the spanking had begun, he slid his hard cock into me, his hands braced on my hips. I moaned at the long, slow strokes, then whimpered in frustration as he stopped just a moment later, pulling back out.

My frustration gave way rapidly as I felt him push the head of his cock against my ass, then slowly work it in as I gasped and tried to pull away. Another couple of sharp blows fell on the hot, stinging skin and I held still. He put one hand on my hip, the other guiding his hard cock slowly into my tight ass as I whimpered into the gag. He pushed himself in until I thought I would tear apart and then I felt him go still, his hips against my ass, gripping my hips with both hands. He stayed still for a long moment until I stopped whimpering and relaxed a little, then he started moving in long, slow strokes, fucking my tight ass. His grip tightened as he started moving faster, thrusting harder with each stroke. I moaned and screamed into the gag, but he didn't relent until I felt him thrust in hard and felt the spreading warmth deep inside. He stayed there a long moment, rubbing his hands over my back and shoulders in a light massage until my breathing got less ragged.

Finally he pulled away, easing himself out of my sore ass and gently pulled me to my feet, wiping the tears off my face. Hands still tied, he carefully laid me down on my back on the sofa and made sure I was comfortable. Moving to my feet, he spread my legs apart, and started slowly stroking and teasing me. I moaned into the gag, arching my back and spreading my legs wider for him. He bent down and began teasing with his tongue, flicking it over my clit as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of me. My hips bucked against him, begging for more, as he was slowly driving me wild. He kept it up, pushing me to the very edge while my body trembled desperate for release, but he kept teasing, keeping me there for several minutes. When I thought I could take no more, he stopped, suddenly. Frustrated beyond words, I groaned into the gag, but the answering smile was cold and calculating. He sat for long minutes, watching me, waiting for me to calm down, then he started again, teasing and playing.

He drove me to the edge much faster this time, holding me there for long minutes before stopping and holding my legs apart so I could do nothing to ease the ache. I whined and struggled, but between his grip and my bound hands, it was very ineffective. This time he waited quite a while for me to calm down, but I nearly burst into tears when he started again. Slow, methodical teasing, driving me nearly insane as he waiting for me to be oh so close, then stopped yet again. This time he held me firmly, making sure I could do nothing until my reactions had eased off again. I think the noises I was making into the gag would have made a truck driver blush if they weren't muffled. They only made him smile.

Once I was off the edge, he helped me to my feet and led me into the bedroom, a firm grip in my hair convincing me not to fight. He laid me down on the bed and fastened cuffs to my ankles, tying my legs wide apart. He untied my wrists and fastened them to the top of the bed, leaving me spread eagled and entirely helpless.

Once more he started playing with me, teasing and licking, finger fucking me until I was crying and begging into the gag, but as soon as he was certain I was close to climax, he stopped and got up, walking around the bed to sit next to me and look me in the eyes.

"Frustrated?"

I nodded emphatically, trying to beg him for relief.

"Good".

Without further comment, he curled up next to me on the bed, draping a leg across mine, his hand idly playing with my breasts, head pillowed on my arm. He pinched and rolled my painfully hard nipples, running his hand over them as he watched me thrash and moan in my bonds.

"Do you want to cum?"

"MMMM!" I nodded frantically.

"Perhaps in the morning", he said, watching the horror in my eyes with amusement. "Perhaps you will never disobey me again."

I shook my head desperately, hoping my show of agreement would earn me some mercy. It did not. He tired of playing with my breasts and settled down, one hand draped over me to casually rest against my crotch, fingers brushing the wet lips, but giving me nothing to ease the burning ache. "Next time, you will suffer a great deal longer. That, I promise", he told me, and then he went to sleep, leaving me bound and suffering with his hands a constant reminder of what I couldn't have.

Yeah, it didn't seem very worth it now...