Chapter 2: Building Tension
I moved away from Nikyee's shivering body, knowing exactly what I needed to do next. She was panting softly, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took, and I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. I walked over to the nightstand, taking my time to pick up a black silk blindfold, and a feather.
Nikyee's breathing grew faster as I approached her, the sounds of fabric rustling filling the air. I placed the blindfold softly over her eyes, adjusting it so that the light was fully blocked out.
I could hear her breathing deepen, sensing the shift in power dynamics as I took control of the situation.
"Patrick, please," her soft voice begged.
Her wrists were restrained to the bedposts, her body completely vulnerable and exposed, the blindfold preventing any threat of independence. Nikyee's deep, gentle moans filled the room, her submissive cries echoing my every touch. I trailed my fingers down her ripped abdomen, teasing her belly button before I slipped my hand further south, my fingers sliding effortlessly between her warm, eager thighs.
With a grunt, I pushed her thighs open wider, unable to resist as I ran my palm up and down her soaked, dripping pussy.
"You're so fucking wet, Nikyee. You love this, don't you?" I taunted, hearing her whimper in response.
The feather that I had picked up earlier from the nightstand, I lightly brushed it across her nipples, delighting in how her body shivered as I teased her. "Do you like that? You need me to make you cum?" I asked, basting my other hand with more lubricant, I nudged a couple of fingers into her wet hole.
"Yes, Patrick. Please, fuck me.
Please..." Nikyee begged, her bound wrists pulling against the soft velvet on the headboard. Her moans grew louder, more persistent, and I knew she was reaching the edge of her climax.
But I was not going to let her - yet.
Sliding up her body, I reached over to the nightstand and picked up one of the sleek glass dildos. It was large, with a thick girth and a bulbous head, perfect for that one spot she loved.
It sent a shiver down her spine as I brushed it against her, teasing the entrance of her pussy. I knew she was expecting me to slide it in, to take control and make her cum, but I wasn't ready yet. Instead, I trailed the dildo across her clit, her cries growing louder, more desperate. I could feel her tugging against the restraints, almost hyperventilating with the need for release. But still I held back, my cock throbbing with every pleading sound she made.
I leaned down, my lips right next to hers, and spoke in a low, menacing tone, "You'll cum when I say you can."
Nikyee gasped at my words, and I could feel the wetness of her mouth on my lips as she tried to taste my own. I pulled back slightly, my hands never leaving her breasts, using the leverage to pull her flat on her stomach and pushing her legs open even wider.
Before she could object or ask any questions, I plunged the glass dildo into her from behind. My free hand grabbed the base of the toy firmly, making sure it hit the right spot on every brutal stroke.
Nikyee cried out, her voice full of pleasure and pain, a sound I couldn't get enough of. My thumb rotated in circles on her clit, making sure she felt every possible sensation at once.
Her body bucked beneath me, her moans driving me closer and closer to the edge. Nikyee's adorable little screams sounded like music to my ears, it was a melody that I wanted to listen to for hours.
I pulled the toy out of her dripping pussy when she was on the brink of cumming.
Her ecstatic moans turned into sharp cries of protest as I denied her release.
"Please, Patrick!" she begged. "Let me cum. I'm so close."
Her pleading tone only spurred me on further, the sound of her desperation increasing as my thrusting faltered. I wasn't ready for our session to end. I wanted to feel the tension between us all night.
"No, you don't get to cum yet," I said firmly.
Nikyee whined, her whole body trembling with need. "Please, Patrick," she begged, trying to push back against my thrusts. But I wouldn't budge. I pulled out of her just as she was about to reach her peak. She let out a small cry of frustration, but I ignored it. I reached for one of the vibrators on the nightstand, a sleek silver one with a curved shaft.
"Beg me again," I demanded.