I stare deep into those wonderful pools of lust as I increase my speed, pumping into her without holding back anymore. Her high moans and cries urge me on further, and I'm in heaven. I'm lost in her eyes as I finally come deep inside of her.
Strength leaves me and I roll off her before I can sag onto her, which I try to avoid at all costs as she's halfway lying on her strained and bound arms already. I'm lucky not to have knocked over one of the candles, and hastily blow it out before anything else can happen.
Bella is still panting hard next to me as I catch my breath, a look of conflict on her face as she nibbles on her lip. Smirking, I gather her close so that she's half lying on me, her back and arms pressed against my chest and side. She can’t see my face as I softly kiss her neck, making her shiver while her groan sounds treacherously frustrated.
“Do you want to come again?” I ask her, teasing her with my tongue licking over the shell of her ear.
“Please!” she pants in answer, her need clear in her voice.
“Oh I don't know if I should let you come. You're such a greedy girl sometimes.”
She's silent for a moment, either gathering her wits or cursing me in her thoughts. Probably both. I don't really care, as long as her response remains the same. Seconds tick by, until I hear her sigh nearly inaudibly.
“Please, Master, make me come again?”
I’m still not done teasing her, but can't resist reaching for her breast and idly picking at the wax on the now slightly cooler flesh. Bella hisses, telling me that I’ve kept the bonds on her long enough to oversensitize the bound areas, mainly her tits.
“Only if you beg me nicely.”
Again she sighs, and I smirk as I slap her breast, hard. Her breath catches in her throat, and this time it is real pain that mars her face for a second.
She should know better than to sigh in exasperation where I can hear it.
“Sir, please, may I come again? I'm so wound up and horny from the light burn of the wax, and from you f**king me, please, make me come?
Please?”
I smile down at her as I rearrange her body again until I'm more or less sitting with her lying in my arms. Reaching down so I can rub her clit through the crotch rope, I idly pinch her nipple with the other. Bella arches her back, looking nearly content for a moment as I resume masturbating her – until I slap her breast again, not quite as hard, but hard enough to hurt.
She cranes her head so she can look up into my face, and I smirk at her as I hit her bound tit again. Her groan speaks of her discomfort, but I can tell that her body is responding already. By now most of the wax has peeled off her tortured tit, so I switch sides, slapping the other one until the wax is gone from there, too.
“Please -” she whispers, making me stop and look into her face again.
I raise my brows, telling her silently to go on. Her eyes are wide once more, urging me on.
“Please don't stop. Please don't stop!”
I grin, but of course don't follow her begging. Instead I push her forward into a sitting position so that I can undo the bonds around her arms, also those keeping her wrists connected. She looks at me with surprise when I pull her back against me, grabbing her br**sts in both hands while my fingers worry her ni**les.
“I want you to make yourself come, my little minx. Rub yourself until you come.”
A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she nods and reaches between her legs, her other hand idle on her bound thigh.
“Thank you -” she starts to say, but my tongue plunging into her mouth makes it impossible for her to finish the sentence. She relaxes into me, but only for a second, until I start running my short nails all over her tits. Small whimpers escape between our lips, and before long I feel her shudder all over as her climax is approaching.
She's trying to ask for permission to come, but I simply won't let her. I'm wondering how long she will hold out – or will she just come without permission?
But my girl knows better than that, her needy mewls get louder and louder, but she's all tensed up with the effort to stop herself from coming. A minute passes, two, in which I just revel in the sense of power I have over her. It's really just a small thing, but the fact alone that she’s fighting her need to orgasm just because I won't tell her that she can is giving me a kick that goes beyond the physical sensation of coming deep inside of her. She's doing this for me, and me alone.
I take pity on her then and withdraw long enough to pant, “Come for me!” before my lips crash down on hers again, devouring her. At the same time, I grab her br**sts hard and squeeze them until I feel her body going slack in the throes of passion.
While she is still shaking with the aftermath of her release I stroke her tits softly, and watch the light cast by the candles flicker over her reddened flesh. She nuzzles into the crook of my neck, her breath still fast and hot on my skin, and we stay like that for a while. I smile down at her beautiful body before I start untying her, working slowly to give her limbs time to resume a more comfortable position. Bella only moans when the blood comes rushing back into her br**sts, the rope marks vivid against her skin even when the previously bound flesh has resumed its normal color again.
She smiles tiredly when I gather her even closer to me, and with my free hand I reach to douse the rest of the candles. For a moment we're in the dark before my eyes adjust, the moonlight streaming in through the skylights. I'm still not used to my playroom having a flat ceiling, but at least that element has remained the same.
Bella sighs contently as I get up with her in my arms and carry her across the hall into our bathroom where I set her onto her own feet again in the shower. We remain in the near darkness, just bathed in silver moon light, as we shower, kissing and touching each other lovingly while we take care of the residues of our evening entertainment.
A while later we lie snuggled against one another in our huge bed, Bella idly playing with the soft spattering of hair of what she calls my 'happy trail'.
I'm exhausted and about to drift off, but she has other intentions.
“You know, the wax was a lot less painful than I thought.” I don't even crack my eyes open, just answer her with a mumble that hopefully conveys just how tired I am.
“Told you so.”
“I know,” she sighs emphatically, sounding unnervingly awake. “I just thought it would be worse, you know? On my pu**y at least.” Her fingers skim up my body until she circles my nipple playfully, evidently still not ready to call it a night. Bella touching me playfully usually means she wants more. I try to evade that terrible fate of having to make love to my beautiful fiancée by turning onto my side and drawing her along until I'm spooning her with my body. She just sees that as an invitation and starts rubbing her ass against my crotch, and of course my traitorous c**k never sleeps.
I groan and try to pull my hips away from her, but she turns in my arms, and seconds later I find myself on my back, Bella straddling me.
“Do you really think you can get me that worked up and leave it at that three minutes of an excuse for f**king?” she taunts me as she grabs my c**k and slides it between her pu**y lips, teasing her clit before she pushes herself down on me. We both groan in unison, and I see that my quest for sleep is really to be abandoned.
“Excuse for f**king, huh?”
Her grin broadens.
“Come on, three minutes, what do you call that? I don't care if you're tired, if you don't satisfy my needs in the playroom, you better do it here!” God, I love it when she's all demanding, like now when she's smirking down at me and starting to roll her hips slowly against mine. My hands run over her thighs up to her waist, but she'll have none of that, grabbing my wrists and pushing them into the pillow next to my head as she leans over my body.