Eric knew he wouldn't like being tied up.
It would be so easy for Donna to tease him, and he knew from the evil smirk on her face when she held up the scarves that she was in fact going to tease. Mercilessly. He had wanted to protest, but she had kissed him hungrily and he had fallen back on the bed thoughtlessly. Before he knew it, he was tied to the bed, and she was leaning back with a predatory smile.
And now, she was stripping, taking off her clothes in the slowest possible manner. His fingers itched to touch her, the urge so strong he thought he might actually be able to break away from his bonds. But they only pulled on his wrists as her bra slid down her arms. Hissing in pain at the chafing, he resigned himself to his torture.
She shimmied out of her panties and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned his head to look at her. "I'm tempted to tell you to call me mistress."
"That's not fair. I didn't make you call me anything."
"I wouldn't have said it. And you're not really in a position to argue right now. Quit pouting."
He started to say something but was cut off by her thumb tracing the tip of his erection. She smirked up at him. "That's okay. I won't make you call me mistress."
"How kind of you."
She glared at him. "You really want to talk to me like that when you're all tied up and at my mercy?"
He bit his lip and gave her a contrite look. Would she go easy on him if he behaved?
She ran her palm up his chest and scraped her nails against his nipple. He hissed as she circled it with her index finger, her other thumb keeping its steady rhythm. The sensations were so strong and he felt his climax approaching.
And then she stopped.
He opened his eyes blearily and made a sound of protest.
"Oh, no. You don't get to come until I say so."
He groaned and his head fell back. He felt her warm body slid over his and she gave him a long kiss. At first he refused to respond out of unfulfilled irritation, but he found himself yielding to the soft pressure of her mouth. The moment he wiggled his tongue past her lips, she broke away and kissed his throat, his chest, his stomach, moving all the way back down to his erection. She placed a kiss on the tip then swirled her tongue around it. His body jerked hopefully in response, but he managed to tamp down his reaction. He was positive she'd only make this worse for him if he did come.
She was licking him like a melting ice cream cone, tongue darting to seeming random places. He turned his wrists so he could dig his fingers into his palms in an attempt of self-control. It wasn't working very well—she knew exactly what to do to him.
Finally, she stopped, knowing he was on the brink again, and he whimpered in pain and disappointment. Keeping his eyes closed, he awaited her next tormenting move.
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She bit her lip as she watched the sweat beads on his forehead drip down. She knew he was in a lot of pain, and she wanted nothing more than to alleviate it—she didn't like causing him pain after all and he hadn't been so cruel to her—but she kind of liked the control she had...
She leaned up against his legs, her breasts cradling his erection. She stared at it for a moment, running her finger down the length of it. Ignoring her guilt, she gripped him and circled her nipple with the tip of his erection. He shuddered and groaned, but she continued, enjoying the feel of him against her breasts.
When she finally glanced up at him again, he was biting into his lip and attempting to breathe normally, and she took pity on him. Climbing up, she pressed an apologising kiss to his lips and lowered herself onto him.
She sighed at the pleasurable tingle that always came with him inside of her, and he gasped loudly. She laughed against his chest, tightening her muscles around him, and watching him attempt to hold on just a little longer.
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Think scary things. Think scary things...
What was scary again? He couldn't think of anything except her. He tried not to look at her body, knowing that wouldn't help him, so he turned his head up and stared at the ceiling. It wasn't helping either, since that made him focus of the sensations of her around him.
He closed his eyes and whimpered, wondering why he was still waiting for her command, why it still mattered when he was in so much pain. He felt her laugh against his chest, then her lips on his shoulder. She kissed his ear.
"Come for me, Eric."
He groaned in relief as he let himself go, barely registering her soft giggle in his ear. He only registered it when she pulled away from him and kissed him as he tried to recapture his breath.
"Are you going to untie me now?" he asked when his breathing had gotten to a somewhat normal rate and his eyes refocused on her nude body.
She ran her palms down his chest and smirked. "No, I think I like you tied to my bed."
Author's Note: I'm going on a trip, and I wanted to post this before I left. So I'm sorry if it seems a little rushed at the end, but I only ever pack the day before, so... I might be able to write, but I don't know. Anyway, for those of you who have started school or will be starting school soon, good luck. Later, guys and dolls. (are there any guys reading this?)
