Original prompt from Angylinni - k/p, sensory deprivation, or to make it more challenging, delaying gratification with cock rings and D/s.
Thank God English is my last class because there is no possible way I could make it through the rest of the day with the raging boner currently pressing against the zipper of my shorts. The sight of Katniss fondling her pen with her tongue is almost more than I can handle. I don't think she even realizes she'd doing it as she looks a million miles away, lost in a daydream. Not that I blame her; Old man Abernathy's less than stirring rendition of Midsummer is enough to make the most wired insomniac want a nap.
Shit, there she goes again, running her pink tongue around the cap of the pen. God, how much would I love to be inside her…head to see what gloriously dirty thoughts are racing through her mind at this moment.
Maybe she's thinking about me…nah, that's too much to hope for; she doesn't even know I exist. I'll bet she's thinking about that motherfucker Gale Hawthorne.
I had hoped when he left for State last fall that I'd get the nerve to finally talk to her, but no, I wussed-out, just like always. Instead I just continue to watch her, wondering if she has any idea of the effect she has on me.
Dear God! Now she's thrusting the pen in and out of her soft, warm mouth, a glazed look in her eyes. Fuck, if I don't think of something else soon, I'm going to embarrass myself all over my shorts.
Barley's gnarly broken finger, Rye pulling a Dutch-oven when we shared a bed as kids, sweaty wrestling uniforms, Abernathy's breath; I try to think of every disgustingly foul thing I can in order to maintain some semblance of control over my eager cock.
Jesus God, now she's running the tip of the pen across her lips, those plump, rosy, perfect lips that have teased and taunted my dreams for so long. Fucking-a, what I wouldn't give to have those lips wrapped around my painfully hard cock right now.
Thirty minutes left in class. Well, there's no hope for it. As long as she keeps trying to deep-throat that pen I'm not going to be able to concentrate on anything else. I may as well lose myself in a fantasy of my own while I wait for the torture to end.
Shifting subtlety in my seat to find a more…comfortable position, I lean my head on my palm and allow my mind to drift.
With a start, I realize I'm now in my bedroom. The lighting is low and there's a beautiful piece of music playing in the background. It sounds familiar, like I might have heard it on a British Airways commercial, but I can't place it right now.
I try to sit up and it becomes obvious that I'm immobile. I'm not paralyzed, rather my wrists and ankles have been bound to the bed by silk scarves, leaving me naked, spread-eagled and unable to move an inch. The idea of being so vulnerable both frightens and excites me.
At the moment I am alone in the room and my limited range of motion prevents me from seeing anything other than my nightstand on one side, which is covered in candles, and the window on the other. I gaze out of the window, watching as black clouds float lazily across the face of the crescent moon when I hear the unmistakable squeal of the hinges as the door is opened.
My head automatically turns toward the sound, but it's just out of my field of vision. Instead I turn back to the window and there in the darkened corner is the reflection of a woman standing in the doorway. I can't see her face, but the delicious curves of her figure are highlighted by the light spilling in from the hallway.
She walks into the room, closing the door with a soft click. The sound of her heels beats a staccato rhythm against the hardwood floor as she glides closer to the bed, still just out of sight.
"Are you ready for me, Peeta?" my pulse, and my dick, jump at the sound of Katniss' sultry voice.
"Yeah." I moan, ready for whatever she has planned for me.
THWACK! Except for that. The sting of the strap hitting my thigh registers before the sound fully penetrates my ears. I close my eyes and hiss at the sensation, more out of pleasure than pain.
"That was not the correct answer, Peeta." Her voice is deceptively soft with an edge that I find incredibly sexy. "Now, try again and if you don't answer correctly, you will be punished." As she speaks I can feel the rough material of the strap gliding along my leg, dangerously close to my weeping erection.
I swallow thickly, my mouth suddenly dry as toast. "Yes…ma'am."
The strap whisks away from my body and I expect any second to feel the sting of its bite, but it never comes. "Very good." Katniss' husky laugh rings with approval.
She finally comes close enough that I can see her and when I do, I nearly come at the sight of her standing there. She's wearing a tightly laced black corset, double knotted of course and a little scrap of black lace trying to pass as panties. Her legs are wrapped to the knees in shiny patent leather boots with a high stiletto heel. In her hands is a long, thin riding crop with thin strips of dark twine hanging off the end and she's tapping it methodically against her boot. She looks incredible, like my greatest sexual fantasy come to living breathing life.
Her dusky nipples are peeking over the edge of the corset, just begging to be tasted. She notices where I'm looking and with a smirk, places the riding crop under her arm and proceeds to free her perfect breasts, molding them with her hands and tugging on the hardened nipples. She moans deeply, tugging even harder, and that's when I lose it, coming in hot jets over my stomach and thighs.
"Let's clean you up a bit." Katniss climbs onto the bed and proceeds to lick the drying cum off of my body. The feel of her rough tongue against my most sensitive skin is amazing enough, but it is nothing compared to the feel of her hot wet mouth as it closes over my softening dick. Incoherent mumbles pour from my throat as she gently laves the soft skin. By the time she's finished cleaning me, I am rock hard again and close to having a stroke from how fast my heart is beating.
"Now we can take our time." She looks like a cat that literally got the cream as she slides off the bed and shimmies out of her panties. The corset soon follows, landing in a heap on the floor.
Katniss stands before me, gloriously naked except for those fuck-me boots and it's all I can do not to choke on the drool pooling at the back of my throat.
She props one foot on the bed, preparing to untie the laces of the boot. "No! Please, leave them on!" I am not too proud to beg at this point and those boots are fucking awesome.
Katniss smiles and lowers her foot to the floor, then crosses to the end of the bed. She crawls up my body, taking time to plant hot open kisses on the inside of my knee, the crease of my hip and across my chest to tantalize both nipples. I struggle against my restraints, trying in vain to free myself so I can feel her luscious skin.
"Pulling on them will only make the knots tighter. I would suggest you just relax and enjoy the ride." She continues to kiss my neck and jaw, purposely avoiding my lips. She maneuvers herself so that her wet center is pressing against my cock and begins move back and forth, keeping the pressure light. She's dripping wet and I try to raise my hips for more friction, but the restraints prevent too much movement.
Her breathing becomes labored as she gets closer to her orgasm, with me not far behind. Finally, she captures my lips in a searing kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance until she bites me and I let her win. This side of Katniss is more than just a little appealing and right now I'd give her my kidney if she asked for it.
The kiss ends, far too quickly for my taste, and she twists around so that she's now straddling
my chest. She bends forward, taking my raging cock in her mouth and she is on full display before me. I groan at the sight of the wetness seeping from her folds and I want to taste her so badly, but she keeps herself just out of reach, torturing me with being so close, yet so far away.
I begin to whimper in frustration, but soon give myself over to the sensations radiating from the vacuum lock she has on me. Her supple lips are wrapped around the tip and her tongue swivels around it as her fist pumps my shaft. It is almost overwhelming, but then Katniss begins to hum as she moves and the vibrations sing to my very core and I feel the familiar tightening in my balls. She takes all of me deep into her throat and the tingle at the base of my spine explodes throughout my body and I come, hard, screaming her name to the rafters.
I lay there, pretty sure that I've died and gone to Heaven, when Katniss turns around yet again.
"You behaved very well, Peeta. I think that deserves a special treat." She leans forward and unties my wrists, freeing me from the scarves. I waste no time in grabbing her hips and pulling her to my mouth, where I've been dying to have her all along.
I dive right in, not bothering to be slow or gentle as I know that's not what she wants right now. My lips latch onto her clit and she unleashes a string of curses that would make a sailor blush, grinding harder against my mouth and chin.
She steadies herself by leaning back with her hands on my thighs, leaving my hands free to explore the rest of her body. I reach up and cup her breasts, forming them to my hands and rolling the pert nipples between my fingers. "Holy fuck, Peeta!" she screams as she bucks against me harder.
I can tell from the sounds she is making that she's close to the edge. To help get her there, I move one hand from her breast and slide two fingers in and out of her aching core while sucking hard on her swollen nub. It only takes a moment before her walls crash around my fingers and she cries out above me, "Yes, yes, oh God, yes!"
The sound of laughter breaks the spell of my daydream, bringing me back to the classroom amid hoots and snickers around me. I look around in confusion before noticing the red blush staining Katniss' cheeks. From the way she's avoiding the assholes around her, my guess is her screams of ecstasy weren't only in my head.
I watch her as she gathers her things, waiting for most of the class to leave so I can stand without showing the world what my reaction to the daydream was, when she suddenly looks up and catches my eye. I am shocked when she doesn't turn away like she usually does, but instead blushes and even deeper shade of red. I smile at her tentatively and am rewarded with a shy one in return.
Huh, maybe she was thinking about me after all.