“Care to tell me what's so funny, slut?”
Not even that can wipe the grin off her face, so I don't wait for her answer, but instead reach down and push her onto the floor so that she's lying on her side, helpless as she can't even balance herself due to the bonds.
While she is distracted I kneel down and pull on her bonds until the heel of her lower leg is touching her ass and her upper knee is at her chest, leaving her completely open for me.
The sensation of her pu**y clamping down on my c**k as I thrust into her is heavenly, and I groan as I sheath myself fully inside of her. Bella gasps at the intrusion, the whole motion forcing the crotch rope to press even harder into her. I also feel it chafing against the sides of my cock, a sensation I’m glad of as it allows me to hold back a little longer.
I try to hold back but I simply can't, seeing her writhe under me just makes me want to come let go. I grab the ropes keeping her restrained for leverage as I start f**king her, hard enough to push and pull her along the floor. Bella pants and thrashes under me, her eyes half closed. They go wide as I shift my weight and lean over her, my weight on my fists next to her head.
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.