Restless Night  (BDSM, Mf)
Restless Night

Looking back, perhaps she made the wrong decision.  The answer that seemed so
clear to her two days ago was now muddled in a twisted maze of nerves and
disorientation.  He had posed a seemingly simple question.  "Would you rather
I touch you, but deny you orgasm, or not touch you at all?"

Annie chose to be touched, of course.  Jeffrey applauded her decision and
rambled on about his vantage point…"See it my way.  I have no interest in
denying you pleasure, but with pleasure comes the simple fact that you're most
beautiful when kept in a state of constant arousal and need.  Picture all your
energy drawn through your erogenous zones and sucked with a continuous surge
to your clit.  Does it throb when you think about it?  Will you shudder when I
stroke you there?  Will you drive your body forward and moan shamelessly, when
you realize my strokes come infrequently and without rhythm?  Will you scoot
your body dangerously far to meet my touch, even though I've clamped and
attached your tortured nipples to a sturdy hook in the opposite direction?"

The afternoon was wonderful.  Jeffrey knew she wanted him to take her.
Annie's clit throbbed.  Her nipples tightened into knots.  He did nothing,
nothing sexual…just drinks, dinner, conversation and laughter…no touching...no
kissing…and then they went back to the bedroom.  She stood with her back to
him.  His hands brushed the tops of her shoulders.  She thought about dinner,
as he slowly undressed her.  Soon, she was naked, pressing her body against
his.  He stood fully clothed.  She felt very naked pressing against cloth and
skin.  He gently and slowly pushed her away and held her at arm's length.  He
wanted to look at her.  "Stand before me, Annie.  Show me your beautiful
body."  She cringed, tipping her chin away toward the floor.  "Would you dare
pretend shy, when I ask you to spread your legs and show me your sex?"  He
continued, playfully taunting her, "Do you need me to touch you now?  Do you
want me to lick you until dawn?  Do you crave the thickness of my cock inside
you, as I do?"

"How can he resist?  How is it possible?" she wondered.  She wanted him to
throw her to the mattress and finish her quickly.  But, she knew he wouldn't.
He had always shown her the meaningfulness of delayed gratification.

"What a day we've had," he carried on.  "I've touched you everywhere, but so
slowly and intermittently that it became torture.  What was worse…waiting and
wondering when the next stroke would come or feeling the pleasure and knowing
its briefness would leave you panting and writhing for more?"

She said nothing.

"I'm tired and despite the hardness that threatens to explode my purplish
cock, I will have little trouble entering a blissful dreamland."

Annie thought he was joking.  Certainly…he must be joking.  No one could sleep
at a time like this…not even Jeffrey.

But, he did.  Not before preparing her for bed, but he did…soundly.  In his
dreams he heard a series of long, whispered moans.  They never stopped…all
night…like someone in despair or need.

Morning came.

Sunlight streaked though slatted shutters.  Jeffrey's eyes adjusted to the new
day.  He stretched his arms and legs, bumping into an unfamiliar object.  He
looked and smiled.  There she was, next to him, warm to his touch.  Her naked
skin glistened on top of the sheets.  The sweet smell of sweat and salt
covered her from head to toe.  She didn't see him right away.  She was lost in
her world, pulling against her wrist cuffs, attached to the head of the bed.
She tightened her thighs, as if trying to somehow stimulate her clit.  Jeffrey
propped his head on one arm for a closer look.  His rope work had held up
nicely.  Annie's soles pressed together…rope encasing her feet and ankles.  He
had even laced her toes together for a more erotic feel.

"How did you sleep, lover?"

She barely heard him.  Speechless, she could only moan.

"Your legs must feel cramped, with your knees pointing outward in opposite
directions as they are."  He leaned his head between her legs, curiously
inspecting.  Spectacular!  The sheets were drenched beneath her pussy.  A pool
of liquid was the telltale of her slumber…or lack thereof.  Annie's clit had
turned a shade of deep purple.  Its hood was drawn back.  Could he see it
throbbing?  "Maybe I'm imagining it," he thought