Closed to formersurgeon

[drwhitly]

Martin had been looking forward to seeing Joan Watson again. Ever since they had met, she was on his mind daily and nightly. So he woke up that morning, attempted to brush his hair, shape up his beard by the prison barber, and await her in his cell.

When the guard came in to bind him, he was surprised that his hands weren't cuffed, but the leash was still there attaching him to the wall; in case he was to run? It was a silly notion, but he didn't complain because he was going to see her that day.

When he saw her figure being let in the first set of doors, he stood, approaching the red line.

Comments

[formersurgeon]

The fact that he was teasing in his pushback was clear, which was a relief. If he had rejected the notion of a safe word, she would have had to leave, and she really, really didn't want to do that.

"How about 'red?' I'm a fan of the classics."

[drwhitly]

Even if she had turned and tried to leave, he would have gave in however she wanted. He was naked with a hard-on, he would do anything to keep this scenario on.

“Alright, red.” He kissed her, his hands holding her head and feeling her silky hair. “I almost want to see if I can get you to use it-“ he bounced his eyebrows.

[formersurgeon]

She kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands, enjoying the roughness of his beard against her face and her hands. She smiled, amused, and considered that for a moment.

"I...would not be adverse to that," she said. It was dangerous, giving him license to use her as roughly as he wanted, as he could, based on the thin strand of safety a single word offered. But...she trusted him.

And she knew the best places to strike a man to disable, even when tied up. It was part of her training.

[drwhitly]

"Oh really?" he enjoyed how much freedom this sultry minx gave him. If only he had a few tools on hand, and toys, he would have a field day.

"And no grabbing the throat?" he checked, remembering the previous incident they had, tilting to kiss the side of her neck as if to apologize.

[formersurgeon]

The consideration and tenderness in that kiss to her neck was lovely, and she caressed the back of his head in appreciation.

"It's okay if I see it coming. Just don't do it with no warning, okay?"

[drwhitly]

"I respect that," The words every woman felt better hearing. "Then I will save the choking for when I can tell you." Or show her that it was coming.

"Now," He said, giving her neck one last kiss. "Let's start with that part where you're back on your knees."

[formersurgeon]

It was reassuring, and Joan believed it, if only because it was in his best interest, and in the interest of the best sex, to listen to and respect her needs.

At his gentle order, she stood from his lap, still in her bra and panties. With her eyes locked on his in a smoldering gaze, she slowly sank to her knees.

[drwhitly]

“Now this is the view I have been imagining for weeks,” he confessed, his cock in hand. “And it’s just as sultry as I had imagined.” He reached out but cupped his hand around the back of her head to pull her in. “Just like last time, dear-“ because it had been so impressively good.

[formersurgeon]

It was a view she had been thinking of as well, his cock hard for her and yearning for her mouth. She lowered her head at his bidding, taking his head in her mouth and beginning by sucking on it, caressing it with her tongue, teasing the tip.

[drwhitly]

Martin released a long exhale as he felt her mouth connect with his skin. It made his toes curl to just get those first teasing touches. He knew what she was capable of and knew when she was just toying with him. "Yes...keep going-"

[formersurgeon]

Joan heard and felt how his body reacted, and it was so satisfying and arousing. She circled the base of his cock with her hand and began a slow bob of her head combined with a twisting stroke, while her other hand slid between her legs and began to rub herself through her panties.

[drwhitly]

The visual of her touching herself as she pleasured him was divine to Martin. "Oh, I can't wait to see how wet you get those panties," he purred. "Get a finger or two in there." Just seeing her hand through the panties would be exactly like he had imagined all those nights she had texted him from her bed.

[formersurgeon]

She was already quite wet, her panties soaked through. At his order she moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his cock, and she slipped her hand into her panties. She moaned again as she slid two fingers inside herself, and as she slowly began to thrust them in and out of herself she intensified her ministrations, sucking and stroking his cock, moaning with every exhale.

[drwhitly]

“That’s it,” he seemed more fixated on her hand than what her mouth was doing to him at that moment. “Remind me...” he spoke, feeling her intensity on him increase. “That I want to get you... a toy....for home.” Sure he like her using her hands when she thought of him, but now he really wished she’d had something specifically given to her from him to really fuck herself with. “Whatever you want-“

[formersurgeon]

Oh god, the thought of that. She already couldn't touch herself without thinking about him. Having something from him to fuck herself with...it would make their sexting sessions a hundred times more intense.

She groaned her approval, and sped up, sucking his cock and fucking herself faster.

[drwhitly]

He closed his eyes, briefly getting caught up in how amazing it felt. He opened his eyes and saw her moving faster on herself and shook his head, "Don't you climax," He warned her with a tone. "Unless you plan to do it again."

[formersurgeon]

Having more than one orgasm was pretty much a certainty, but delaying her gratification would make her first orgasm all the more mindblowing. Plus, she wanted him to give her her first orgasm.

With a moan she drew her hand from her panties and instead fondled his testicles, continuing the fellatio apace.

[drwhitly]

Martin loved to watch her obey him; even if she was also delaying gratification for herself.

"Get on the bed." He abruptly changed pace, despite really enjoying what she was doing. He just loved the control being in his hands, even if she made grabs for it every so often. He was at least mindful to not grab her too suddenly to be sure things didn't get interrupted like they did last time.

Once she was on her back, he would move to her, kissing her again, his fingers finding her pussy, dipping in, and spreading her arousal all over her swollen clit.

[formersurgeon]

She obeyed him, stretching out on her back, hands clasped loosely over her head, offering her whole body to him. She preferred being in control, in all aspects of her life, so offering herself to him was a gift, and one she hoped he appreciated.

She kissed him back, moving her hands to cup his head and stroke those curls. When his fingers went between her legs she gasped softly, then moaned as he began touching her clit, so desperate for stimulation after forcing herself to stop.

[drwhitly]

Martin more than appreciated the gift. Every moment she gave him was a gift and to now have her submissive to him was so exciting.

“You’re so wet.” he grinned, lying beside her for a moment before moving on top. He continued to teasingly stroke her as he lined himself up, teasing as he pressed just the tip inside of her.

[formersurgeon]

"I've been aching for you for so long," she answered. "Pretty sure I was wet for you the minute I stepped in."

He was teasing her, and she couldn't help a breathy laugh. Turnabout was fair play, apparently. When he pressed the tip of his cock inside her she groaned, her hips yearning upward, wanting, chasing.

[drwhitly]

"And I you." he loved hearing it.

"How long can she hold out..." he taunted, enjoying her hips just trying to get some more. There was some rocking of his hips, a shallow penetration. "I love to hear you moan."

[formersurgeon]

"I love moaning for you," she said softly.

She laughed at his taunting. "Until what?" she asked, her hips moving with his, her breath shortened with pleasure and frustration. She smiled. "Until I beg you to fuck me?"

[drwhitly]

“I love being the one to make you moan, darling.” He kissed her. “You just look so sexy when you do.”

“Sure, yeah.” He chuckled never one to miss breaking a mood for a moment. “Beg for it...take it...or just hold out until I decide I want to give it to you.” Oh how he loved the power play. And he truly couldn’t hold out much longer himself so it would truly not last much longer. He was just as deprived of it.

[formersurgeon]

She laughed, enjoying the power play as well. She liked being teased and teasing, and this tension between them was both delicious and maddening.

Then in one surge of movement she wrapped her legs around his hips, yanking him all the way inside her, and grabbed his head, pulling him down and into a searing kiss as she thrust her hips forcefully against his.