You know I’m just teasing you, Lopez. You were great out there.
But I’m glad you noticed it too.
Cheyenne’s breath hitched as the dom came over top of her, his strong, solid body laying over her and his face so close. She continued to moan and shudder at his touch, silently begging for her release. Her eyes met his as he finally gave her the okay. “Thank you,” she struggled out as she let herself go, her eyes closing tight and her moans turning into screams as her body shook and convulsed with in the binds of the ropes and Manny’s body. A slew of pants for breath and cussing spewed from her mouth as her orgasm rushed through her, feeling like it went on forever. Finally, Cheyenne’s body calmed and now shook from Manny’s hand on her over-sensitive sex. “Thank you, sir,” she breathed out, meeting his eyes again as she opened hers.
Watched with extreme concentration as the girl came undone beneath him. He couldn’t help the chuckle that followed her display of curse words and screams, admiring how she wasn’t trying to hide any of her reactions. Then he wondered if it was out of her control. That was something he’s have to pay attention to in the future. “You’re welcome. Good girl.” Peeling his body off of his hers, he sat back on his heels and took his fingers into his mouth, much like when he approached her in the hall, licking her off of his fingers. He only gave her a little time to rest before untying her and pulling her up to her knees. “You’ve been a good girl, pet and I think you’ve earned the privilege to return the favor. Would you like that?” Her legs remained free, but her hands were retied behind her back before Manny moved to stand in front of her.
Cheyenne moaned out both in pleasure and frustration as she felt Manny only work her harder and not giving her the permission she was dying for. “Fuck!” she cried out as she felt his thumb work her clit while he moved his fingers inside her. She struggled against the ties around her wrists and looked up at him as she heard his question. The odd combination of numbness and pleasure made her so crazy she didn’t know what to do with herself and was becoming a writhing, blubbering mess at Manny’s hand. “you…sir. I want to c-come for..mmm…for you. My p-pleasure belongs t-to you.”
Manny’s lust-filled eyes scanned over her body as she writhed against the binds on her hands and feet. As one hand worked at her sex, the Dom moved down so that his body was almost completely covering hers, her chest rising and falling right against his. “That’s right pet, and you’ve been a good girl for me all day haven’t you?” His head touched hers in the process of him moving and he offered a nod. “Go ahead, I want to see you come. Come for me.”
Manny’s hands over Cheyenne’s body felt strong and comforting for the submissive. When she felt his fingers push into her sex she moaned out automatically, arching her back up and her pelvis into his hand. The moans ran out like water from a faucet as the captain hit her gspot over and over again. It wasn’t going to take long, she knew it wouldn’t. She’d been on edge all day and she had never been very good at resisting. Her eyes opened and looked up at the dom who literally had her in the palm of his hand. “P-please…please sir. May I come?” she could feel the climax approaching and did everything she could to keep it at bay.
Manny didn’t stop at Cheyenne’s words. Instead they encouraged him to continue, harder and faster than when he first started. “Oh, is it getting hard for you? Not quite yet, pet. Answer me something first.” With most of the ice either pushed to the floor or melted, his thumb was able to brush against her clit. He pulled his fingers out just to slide her arousal over her slit then sunk back in, before letting his thumb settle back on her clit. “Who will you be coming for, if I let you come, pet?”
I’m positive that you have. I just like to hear you say it. Face it, Emmanuel. We carry the team. You’d be lost without us.
I wouldn’t go as far as saying that, but alright.
Her eyes went back up to Manny who toyed with the blonde and was clearly enjoying himself. That made Cheyenne endlessly happy. She enjoyed the smile on the dom’s face and that she had something to do with it. “Yes sir. I trust you - completely,” she said seriously. Her breath hitched as Manny settled himself over her, handful of ice dripping from his hand over her body. She called out a slew of swears as he placed the ice directly to her sex. She body wanted to buck away from the freezing sensation, but Manny’s body ontop of hers made that impossible. “Y-yes, sir,” she answered between whimpers. It was starting to help with her climax being right on the edge, giving her something else to focus on as opposed to her burning wants and swollen, sensitive sex and clit.
Easily, his hands roamed over her body, slowly as the ice in her lap melted. Through the ice, Manny maneuvered his hand in to settle in against her opening, using the natural lubrication there along with the water that melted with the ice to push his fingers inside, slowly and deliberately before curling up to hit her right against her g spot, the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. He dared her to ask him to stop. From edging her all day he knew that she would take any steps towards her climax. The ice shuffled forward and back as his hand found a steady rhythm of fucking her, all the while his eyes rested on her face, gauging each and every reaction.
Is that a bad thing sir?
Yes, thank you for that. Its very nice of you.
Not at all. It’s a very good thing actually.
Just remind me to never text you. It’s not really a matter of feeling good about it. It’s just a matter of getting through 15 minutes of giving up complete control and then moving on with my day.
Fair point. Fifteen minutes then out of there. Who’s your partner?
In your old age it might happen and I’m waiting on the day. Subbing. Requires a little more preparation.
You will forever be saved in my phone as ‘Doll Face’, there’s no escaping it. Not feeling as good about it?