Tag Archives: denial

Shorts

Christmas Dinner (Part II)

Continued from Part I

Elden returned to the dining guests to find that none had noticed his or Rosie’s absence, except that the wine in their glasses had fallen a bit low without her attentions.

With the slightest inclination of his will, the wine that Rosie had prepared and abandoned now distributed amongst the twelve glasses as if rising from below. Were any of the guests paying attention, they would have found their minds wandering in that crucial moment, and their senses then certain that nothing had changed.

But none of them were paying much attention at all. They were all finding that the warmth of the wine was settling into a few particular places more strongly than it usually did, but to their credit, the prim and proper group had remained professional so far. Elden licked the backs of his canines. It would be all the more delicious to break their decorum later.

It had been ages since he’d had an excuse for good, old-fashioned mischief. Now that Rosie was prepared for her next role, there was nobody to wheel out the fifth course—brie and toscano with steaming fresh bread—so it simply appeared amongst the existing dishes on the table.

The guests crooned with delight and helped themselves. The private thoughts of a few guests murmured that they ought perhaps to slow down on the wine if they were starting to think that food was magically appearing, but they dared not share notes with their friends lest they be mocked for getting too drunk.

Elden could help them forget that care. They’d soon have little need for it, or any others. He stepped to the head of the table and raised his hand, a matching glass now there.

“Honored guests!” he said, and every pair of dilated eyes turned towards him. These last few centuries, subtlety had served him better, but the moment reminded him of what it had been like to a be a king. He smiled warmly at his subjects, whose pliant wills were now all too ready to turn towards Elden’s regality. 

“I propose a toast,” he continued. “To charity, good food, and great friends.”

Twelve glasses and twelve smiles rose to meet the toast, along with a cheer of “here, here!”

Elden inclined his glass towards them. “Rejoice and drink deep the blessings of life.” A little golden thread of magic curled through his words, and the merry revelers did as they were told. Every glass was empty before it touched the table again.

Elden returned to his spot by the door to enjoy the progression of the fifth course.

In truth, he’d suspected Rosie’s mistake before she’d confessed. By the end of the third course, there hadn’t been a soft cock or a dry cunt at the whole table. The guests had done an admiral job of distracting themselves with conversation and commentary. The two men at one end of the table had gotten into a spirited debate about the best cigar cutting method, while the woman closest to the fire was speculating alongside the man with the tree-shaped pocket square about what cooking method might have produced such exquisitely juicy meat.

These efforts were quickly unraveling. The throbbing of cocks against the insides of neatly ironed trousers became to pressing to ignore, and the best one could do with the moan inspired by an accidental brush against a nipple was try to play it off as a reaction to the cheese.

And so the praise of the food took on a distinctly erotic tone. Moans and curled toes rippled down the table as the diners found they could string together no more cohesive a sentence than how good the food was, how incredibly good, oh and by the way, is it just me or is it very warm in here? 

The eyes of the man with the blue pocket square fluttered as his fingertips found the tip of his throbbing cock through the fabric of his trousers, muddled mind insisting that somehow this would solve his problem. “So, so good,” he muttered, at his turn to praise the food.

The one man who had not even dared to so much as subtly reposition his shaft, and who was now feeling the pinch of too-tight trousers especially strongly, finally determined that he could not help but retire to the restroom and do something about this. But as he reached for his napkin to disguise his condition from the rest of the guests, he found that it was no longer there. And before he could think much on the fact that he would have sworn it was just there, another wave of arousal overtook him. He flatted his palms against the top of the table, lest he do what he was so sorely tempted to do, and he muttered something about feeling very, very full.

Elden stepped up beside him then, gleam in his eye. “I hope you’re not too full for dessert.”

The man shivered despite himself, mouth parting as a gasp escaped him. “C-clearly couldn’t be more excited,” he said, forcing a polite smile.

“Excellent,” Elden said. “I think you’ll find it’ll hit the spot just so.”

Twelve glassy eyes fixed on Elden as he stepped out of the room.

Continued in Part III

Standard
Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 52: Science

The room looked somewhere between a dungeon and a laboratory, and that was exactly the point. All the walls were stone. One wall was lined with iron hoops set into the rocks and a variety of frames and bars and clips and harnesses meant for bondage. The other was lined with shelves of beakers and cauldrons, jars of reagents, a workbench and a small stove.

It was more of a toy set than an actual laboratory, Linza realized as she inventoried what was available. But that was all well and good—she didn’t plan to do much actual alchemy that day.

Tanyth took the lead on getting Grun set up, fitting the half-orc in a harness and then buckling leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles. There were eight ropes clipped to iron hoops, four on either side of the wall, and each leading back to a pulley and a locking mechanism.

Tanyth loosened four of the ropes, two on each side, and clipped them to Grun’s wrists and ankles, letting him get a feel for it.

Linza helped to tighten the ropes according to Tanyth’s instructions. The ropes passed through several pulleys, meaning that she’d have a significant amount of leverage, even over someone as strong as Grun. But to start, they left a good bit of slack in the ropes. 

Grun could still stand comfortably, but he wouldn’t be able to cross his arms across his body. And, most importantly, he wouldn’t be able to touch his shaft, which was already half-erect and throbbing.

Tanyth stepped back and nodded, admiring their handiwork.

Both they and Linza were wearing lab coats of bleached cotton to complete the look.

“Thank you very much, my lovely assistant,” Linza said to Tanyth. “This is quite the specimen.” Linza stepped up and ran her fingertips from Grun’s cheek, down over his chest, to just above his shaft. He shivered. “He shall do quite nicely. However did you find him?”

Tanyth giggled. “I made lewd noises, and he came running. He’s very sexually motivated.”

Grun huffed and pouted. “Hey, just because it’s true...”

“Do you have the list?” Linza asked Tanyth.

Tanyth bounded over to the workbench and returned with a piece of parchment clipped at two corners to a wooden board. “I do!”

“What’s first?”

“Initial preparations. Non-genital stimulation.”

“Ah, yes, thank you.” Linza stepped up to Grun, keeping her air of disinterested scientist but loving the wary look on his face.

“W-what do you want from me?” Grun asked, though he already knew.

“Just some samples.” She brought her fingertips to his chest and swirled them there. She lingered on his nipples, running circles and making him gasp, and then swept her hands down over his hips.

His erection bobbed to full hardness.

Tanyth joined in and together the two of them touched every inch of Grun’s body that wasn’t his actual cock, balls, or rim. Linza trailed kisses up his arms. Tanyth ran their tongue around the edges of his hips, over the shallows of his pelvis.

Grun was shaking and gasping in no time, and they continued for several minutes.

Tanyth checked the clock and withdrew, going to pick up their list again. “Alright, it’s time to begin. Experiment number one: tip stimulation only.”

“T-that wasn’t the beginning yet?” Grun moaned. 

Linza gently took the tip of his shaft in her fingers and circled her thumb right under his head.

Grun managed a brief attempt at composure before he moaned and gave in, his shaft throbbing under her fingertips.

“Note the time and bring the sample tube, please.”

Tanyth jotted down the time on the first entry on the paper and fetched one of the sample tubes. They were finger-length and clear glass, open at the top and closed at the bottom, arranged in a rack. Linza had already labeled them with numbers, and Tanyth fetched the first one.

Grun quivered at the teasing sensation, but so far, he behaved. Linza was curious to see how long he lasted. It clearly felt good, but it would leave him begging for more.

After about five minutes of tip-only stimulation, he shuddered against the ropes and rewarded Linza with a bead of pre-cum at his tip. She gently took it with the edge of the sample tube and he shivered at the cold touch.

“Excellent,” she said. “How are we on time?”

“It’s time to proceed to the next one.”

“Which is?”

“Half shaft stimulation.”

“Excellent.”

Tanyth jotted down the time again and traded Linza for a fresh sample tube.

This time, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked the fore half of his shaft, his foreskin sliding easily under her touch and providing significantly more sensation.

Grun shuddered against the ropes again, leaning forward and trying to bring his bound hands towards his cock.

Linza kept the sample tube to his tip and milked out several more drops before Tanyth called out that it was time for the next phase.

“Testicles only!” Tanyth cheerily called.

“You’ll hold the sample tube for this one?”

“Yes, of course.”

Linza pulled up a stool and sat before Grun. He was tall enough that she didn’t really have to kneel. 

Tanyth readied themselves at his tip, careful to not provide any stimulation there.

Linza looked up at Grun and licked her lips.

He twitched in anticipation.

Then she cupped his balls in her hands and licked them, covering as much of him with each stroke of her tongue as she could.

Both male and female anatomy developed analogously, female being the ‘default’ and male genitalia developing in response to testosterone during fetal development. The head of the penis was analogous to the clitoris, though the clitoris had even more nerves than the head and shaft of a penis combined. Most interesting to this current activity was that the scrotum, which housed the testicles, was analogous to the outer labia.

So Linza understood, with deep empathy, how just this sensation could send Grun moaning and gasping even more than teasing his tip and shaft. When Linza was receiving oral sex, that’s how she liked it to start. First, with the labia and then proceeding to include the clitoris, but never neglecting the labia.

And she enjoyed the paradox of their scientific demeanor and how she was now practically worshipping his balls, licking and sucking and moaning.

Grun again attempted to reach for his neglected shaft, straining against the ropes that held his arms apart. To no avail. He might have tried to twist more, but then Linza would have simply stopped touching him at all.

Tanyth called time, and Linza reluctantly withdrew.

She checked the sample tube as Tanyth held it to her, and she was excited to see that there was nearly a milliliter of clear fluid. “My, what an excellent sample!”

Grun groaned. “I-if you want my cum, I can cum…”

“Oh, no, of course not! That won’t be necessary. It is actually the pre-cum that is of greatest interest to us today. Exotic pre is in quite the high demand, don’t you know. We’re looking for the most efficient harvest methods.”

He grumbled, “If you want pre you should play with my ass…”

“Ass play starts with item ten,” Linza sunnily reported.

“Ten?!” Grun suddenly looked truly desperate.

“I believe we were just about to start number four. Our specimen is getting unruly though. I think we’d better tighten the restraints. For scientific integrity.”

Tanyth nodded. “For scientific integrity. Fifteen rotations should be about right.”

Linza and Tanyth went to each side of the wall.

“T-that won’t be necessary, I can be ruly,” Grun said.

Linza and Tanyth paid him no mind, and each spun their crank fifteen times, which pulled about six inches of slack out of each of the ropes at Grun’s arms. He could still move his arms, but they could no longer rest by his side.

Tanyth checked the list. “Four is half shaft stimulation, base half.”

That one really got Grun wriggling, and Linza was glad they’d tightened the ropes. Mostly, he couldn’t help but thrust into her hand, primal instincts activated by the pressure at his base.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Linza teased.

“F-fuck, I really can’t help it when—”

She squeezed his base, and his hips bucked again.

“—when you do that…”

“This might interrupt collection. Assistant, could you please help me limit our specimen’s pelvic motion?”

“Certainly.”

“W-wait, what?”

Tanyth went around behind Grun. He was wearing a harness across his chest that had loops at his upper arms and upper thighs also, and a belt-like band around his waist. Tanyth clipped a ring at the back of the harness to an appropriately placed iron ring in the wall.

Grun pulled against it. The harness dug into his skin, but the iron didn’t budge, and he could no longer thrust his hips forward.

Even though Linza knew exactly what was next, she said, “Alright, assistant. Five, please?”

“Five is the application of a cock ring, and then we repeat one through four with the cock ring on as six through nine.” Tanyth fetched a strip of kid leather and handed it to Linza.

She nodded and returned to Grun.

“I-I don’t know if I can take much more of this,” Grun said.

“Well, we’ll find out, won’t we?” Linza grinned. “That’s science!”

Grun gulped. “Yay… science…”

Any further protests evaporated when she swept the strip of leather behind his balls and around his base. The leather towards his skin was soft, but there was a firmer strip of leather on the outside with a small buckle. She situated the leather and then gently tightened it until she could no longer slip a finger behind it.

This presented his balls forward, and his cock throbbed even harder.

“F-fuck that’s tight…”

Linza put her hand on Grun’s thighs and found his eyes. “Is it alright?”

He nodded. “I l-like it tight.”

Linza grinned. “You certainly do when I ride you.”

Grun’s hips bucked, but the clip held him in place.

Linza grinned and turned to Tanyth. “Note a slight modification for item five — instead of just letting him sit there with this on, I’m going to say lewd things.”

Tanyth nodded dutifully as Linza picked up the corresponding sample tube.

“C-c’mon,” Grun said, “You can’t do this to me…”

“I can do whatever I want to you.”

He twitched again, his eyes softening.

“Just imagine how much pre you’ll drip if I keep you like this for hours.”

He bucked against the harness, releasing a drip that Linza collected with the cold, smooth edge of the sample tube.

“If I just never let you come… why, I expect you’d practically become a faucet!”

“We’d be rich!” Tanyth chimed in.

“N-no please, can’t you use my cum too? I’ll still have plenty of pre after…”

“Hm, assistant, I think the specimen may be trying to compromise our scientific integrity.”

Tanyth nodded, their blue ponytail bouncing. “I quite agree. I think I know of a way to remedy this situation.”

They returned with a ball gag. Linza had to help steady them as they stood on a stool to buckle it around the back of Grun’s head. The gag showed off his pointed canines, and Linza thought the effect was quite cute. Especially when he immediately started drooling.

“That’s much better,” she said. 

Grun grumbled under the gag.

“Alright,” Tanyth said, checking the list. “Back to head stimulation only!”

Between the heightened sensation from the cock ring and the fact that they’d been at this for almost a half an hour, Grun was a trembling, moaning mess. He whimpered as she stroked his tip, then groaned with relief as she stroked the fore half of his shaft. Those yielded half a milliliter and a full milliliter of sample, respectively. 

When Linza descended upon his balls, so tautly presented for her oral pleasure, she thought he might actually pull his way out of the cuffs. He moaned and drooled and shook. So desperate.

And yet, Linza and Tanyth carried on diligently collecting their samples, grinning to each other.

Her hand at Grun’s base had him bucking uncontrollably. Only through Tanyth’s deft maneuvering of the sample tube did they manage to collect everything.

“And now we’re to ten!” Tanyth said.

Linza grinned up at Grun, whose eyes were glassy. “Do you remember what ten is?”

He blinked at her.

“Ten is when we start ass play.”

His hips bucked, and he shook against the ropes.

Tanyth went to the other side of the room and wheeled over an armature, similar to the one that had propped Linza up for spit roasting, but much larger. Tanyth expertly manipulated it into the shape that they would need for their next set of experiments.

Linza had asked Grun ahead of time whether he preferred the carrot or the rod, and he significantly preferred the carrot.

So, she came up to him and started stroking his full shaft as Tanyth unclipped his wrists and ankles. Grun’s arms fell limply at his sides.

Now that she had his pleasure in her hands, she controlled all his attentions. “Come this way. You wouldn’t want this to stop, would you?”

He shook his head, and she led him over to the armature and guided him to kneel against it. The end result was as if he’d leaned himself over a table. His ass was up in the air, his legs parted, and the armature gave him a place to rest his knees so he wouldn’t have to hold up his weight.

Tanyth clipped Grun’s wrists and ankles, and harness into place on iron hoops set into the armature. Grun’s cock hung down into the open part of the armature, easily accessible.

Grun had hardly noticed. His drool ran onto the floor now, and his face was soft with bliss as Linza stroked him. 

Then she stopped. His eyes flickered open, and he seemed to realize where he was. He pulled against his bindings, but the armature remained solid.

Linza fetched a stoppered vial and opened it, pouring half of the contents out over Grun’s raised ass. He shivered at the cold and moaned with anticipation.

Tanyth fetched a sample tube and positioned it under Grun’s twitching cock. “Number ten! Manual stimulation of the anus.”

Linza placed her fingertips thusly, and Grun dissolved under her touch. He moaned and shook. Tanyth nodded eagerly up at Linza, indicating that the sample was coming along nicely. Linza had previously noticed that Grun became a veritable dispenser of pre-cum when his ass came into play, and her scientific excitement wasn’t all for show. It really was fun to see just what pushed his buttons, so to speak. Of course, amount of pre-cum wasn’t really a direct correlate to amount of pleasure—an electric shock to the appropriate gland would be an unpleasant but effective way to trigger its release—but Grun gave plenty of indications of his happiness.

Had they not been timing the ‘steps’ of the ‘experiment’, Linza would have quickly proceeded past this stage, eager to get Grun really going. But, the precise timing was part of the fun. Stretching out each stage. The pleasurable dread of knowing that any ‘end’ was quite far away.

Tanyth called the time, and Linza withdrew.

Though, Tanyth hesitated from their place at Grun’s shaft. “What… should I do if he hasn’t stopped dripping?”

Linza crouched down to watch. There were already two milliliters in the tube and, sure enough, another droplet formed at his tip. She grinned. “I’ll help you swap it out as we go to the next one. You stay here for a sec.”

She came around to Grun’s face, unbuckled the gag, and set it aside. She rubbed his cheeks with her fingertips as his head lolled against one of the padded panels of the armature. 

He wouldn’t be protesting any more, and it was important that he could tell them if anything was uncomfortable. Especially because the next thing she fetched from her bag was a glass dildo. She coated this also with lube. Then she swapped tubes with Tanyth, set the used one back in the rack, and stepped around to Grun’s ass again.

Linza winked at Tanyth and so they didn’t call this next one out. Grun hadn’t seen her latest preparations—he was too hazy.

So when the cool glass touched his rim, he gasped.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck yes, yes please…”

Linza pressed the tip gently inside.

Grun arched his back towards her, groaning and grasping at the padding under his fingers.

Linza pressed in a little more. And then a little more. And then much to his chagrin and her satisfaction, she held it there as he shook and whined and quivered for the remaining minutes of that experiment phase.

Tanyth quickly swapped sample tubes again, and Linza saw as they swept past that this tube was the fullest yet.

Experiment twelve was slow, deliberate thrusts centered on his prostate. Thirteen combined those thrusts with Tanyth stroking the tip of Grun’s shaft. Both produced ample samples.

“Aren’t you a pretty little milk maid?” Linza said, leaning down towards Tanyth.

Tanyth beamed.

Grun moaned and panted.

“Oh, do you like that?” Linza teased. “Us milking you?”

Grun shuddered.

Tanyth nodded. “Well, it’s working quite nicely.”

By the time experiment thirteen was done, Grun sounded like he was already edging.

The pause between would be torture, and Linza took her time fetching a new tube for Tanyth.

Experiment fourteen was harder thrusting, a proper fucking, but without shaft stimulation. That offered the most pre of all, nearly five milliliters. Tanyth reported that it was no longer dripping, but coming in spurts.

Linza insisted that more data was required, and she traded with Tanyth so that she could see for herself. Grun was dripping constantly. Every few strokes, he would groan and quiver and clench around the dildo, and a spurt of pre splash into the sample tube.

Linza’s scientific integrity was wavering. Fortunately, this was nearly the end of what she had planned. “Wow, you are really dripping.”

“Yes! I know… I can f-feel it… nnngh…” He moaned and spurted again. “…coming out…”

“These are even better results than we had hoped for,” Linza said, staying in character even as her own sex throbbed. “We may have found a winner, dear assistant. This far exceeds our theoretical predictions and has proven to be a very effective milking method.”

“N-no, please!” Grun whimpered. “I need to come… please… Fuck! nnngh…”

“I have studied your species and confirmed that this collection method is quite safe, even for long periods of time, so you need not worry,” Linza said.

“No… no it’s not, I…” He tried to pull against the restraints, but Tanyth was still fucking him with the dildo and Grun couldn’t manage more than a weak effort.

Making sure that Grun couldn’t see, Linza returned to the lab bench one more time and swapped out the sample tube for a wide-mouthed beaker.

She kneeled under Grun and held the beaker under his dripping cock. Tanyth fucked him vigorously.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Grun moaned. “That f-feels so fucking good…”

As Grun continued dripping, Linza ran her palm over his tip and caught the slick fluid on her hand, using it to lubricate his shaft. She could have gotten the actual lubricant, of course, but Grun was already producing plenty and she thought he’d like her doing it like this. She certainly liked it.

And he sounded like he was loving it. He gasped and panted as if already on the edge.

Every time he dripped his shaft became slicker, and the slicker it got the better it felt, and the better it felt the more he dripped.

“F-fuck that’s so good…” He gripped the padding under his fingers and arched his back, breath heaving. “I c-can’t… I need to… please… I’m so close… I’ve b-been so close…”

Linza glanced at the clock and grinned as she realized she and Tanyth had been teasing Grun for nearly an hour.

Linza propped the beaker into the armature in an appropriate spot and slicked her other palm on his pre, then brought one hand up to fondle his balls, which were still plumped forward by the cock ring.

“Oh! Oh fuck… fuck… oh gods if you do that I… that’s gonna make me… fuck, fuck, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck, fuck me, fuck me!”

Tanyth seemed just as affected by Grun’s display as Linza was, and their cheeks and ears were rosy with arousal as they fucked Grun as hard as they could.

Grun’s breathing quickened. “Oh gods I can feel it, I’m so close, I… Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck!”

Grun’s balls tightened under Linza’s hand, and she quickly reached for the beaker as she continued stroking him with the other hand.

The first spurt was so powerful, it nearly splashed out of the beaker. For science, as well as her own edification, Linza counted. Ten more waves, his shaft pulsing under her fingers with each, each as thick as the last, until he finally slowed to a drip.

It was at least twenty milliliters.

Linza felt like a pretty little milk maid indeed.

Tanyth gently withdrew the dildo, and Grun moaned and shivered. Linza handed the beaker to Tanyth, and they admired the volume as she unbuckled the cuffs from Grun’s ankles and wrists.

Grun moaned lowly and seemed disinclined to move.

Tanyth sidled over to Linza. “Something has just occurred to me, great alchemist.”

“Oh yes, lovely assistant?”

“We need exotic cum, right?”

“That’s correct.”

“I can’t believe I neglected to mention this earlier, but I have exotic cum, you see.” Tanyth batted their eyelashes at her as their erection tented the front of their lab coat.

Linza chuckled. “Oh, well then I’d better collect a sample, hm? Comparative analysis is important.”

Tanyth nodded enthusiastically and unbuttoned their lab coat. 

Linza reached back and grabbed one of the unused sample tubes. She started with her mouth, running her tongue under their tip, then stroking with her free hand. 

Tanyth gasped, sighing with relief.

As with Grun, their relief soon turned to urgency.

She kept at them with her mouth until they whimpered, and then she dropped her attentions to their balls.

They stroked themselves, still slick with her saliva.

She pressed her tongue at the base of their balls, just at the edge of their perineum.

“Fuck! Linza, Linza—”

Linza leaned back and aligned the tube, and Tanyth did their best to stay still, stroking gently as they supplied their sample. 

As Tanyth heaved a sigh of relief, Linza leaned in and licked their tip, causing them to yelp.

Linza chuckled and withdrew, placing the tube on the rack next to the others. She was amused to see that, just like she had suspected, some of Grun’s tubes of pre-cum had more volume than Tanyth’s whole ejaculate.

Grun had stirred during her time with Tanyth and now unbuckled the harness as he regarded the rack of test tubes. “Wow, is that… really all from me?”

She picked up the beaker and swirled it. “Sure is.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I always appreciated how much you manage to swallow but… now I really appreciate it.”

“Knowledge is power,” she said as she jotted down the exact volumes from each of the labeled tubes onto the sheet where Tanyth had been noting the times.

“Wait, you’re actually writing it down?” Grun said.

“Of course I am. I’ll need something to compare back to, next time.”

“Ne… next time?”

“Only if you want to, of course.”

Grun chuckled. “Ask me tomorrow and you’ll get a resounding ‘yes’. For the moment, I think I can actually say… I don’t feel remotely interested in anything sexual. And that is a miracle.”

Linza grinned, thoroughly pleased with herself. “A miracle of science.”

Standard
Shorts

Professor’s Predicament (Part II)

Continued from Part I

A man’s voice, “Hey professor, I really need some extra tutor— oh.”

The warm voice, the smile lines at the eyes, the classic haircut, the knit cardigan. It wasn’t a student. It was her husband, Bradley.

He quickly shut the door behind himself and locked it.

Julia blinked. “You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing there?” he said.

“It was an accident.”

He surveyed her from head to toe. Her flushed cheeks, her firm nipples, her gooseflesh, her sopping wet vulva, her curled toes.

“Uh huh,” he said. “An accident.”

“Really!”

“Looks like I got here just in time, then.”

“Why are you here, though?”

“We’d planned to get lunch together, remember? I know you’re busy so I just graded papers, but then I realized if you’d forgotten to meet me you’d probably forgotten to eat altogether, so…” He lifted a bag from the college food court that he’d carried in and then set that on the desk.

Julia flushed with appreciation and renewed arousal.

Next to where he’d set the bag was a little remote, and he lifted that and considered it. “This is the part you forgot, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Can you let me out?”

“No.” Bradley’s grin curled into a kind of mischievous smirk that would have shocked his students. In the classroom, he was always so mild-mannered. Bashful, even. Not so in bed.

He set the remote back on the desk and stepped over to evaluate Julia more closely.

“You’ve gotten yourself in quite the bind, haven’t you?” he said.

“Oh god, Bradley, not the puns…”

“What are you going to do about it? You’re all trussed up and nowhere to go.”

“Bradley…”

“C’mon, don’t be tongue tied. No need to restrain yourself.”

“Shut your stupid, pretty mouth and fuck me!” Julia wiggled against the bonds as hard as she could, gasping at the increased pressure on her vulva and the tingle of electricity.

“Not yet,” Bradley said. “You know how I love a captive audience.”

Julia was too aroused to complain this time.

He leaned his face down to hers and kissed her, then bit her lip, then nibbled her ear.

Julia shivered and moaned, no longer capable of forming words.

He pressed his finger against her lips. “Shhh. Someone might hear.” And then with a cruel glint in his eye, he pinched her nipple.

She squealed with pleasure.

“Shhhh…” He pinched her other nipple.

Julia bit her lip and struggled to hold in another moan. “N-not fair! Meanie!”

He trailed his fingers from her shoulder, down the dip of her waist and over her hip. “You like it.”

She shivered, wetness spilling from her vulva and down the side of her thigh.

He traced his fingertips over her breasts, her stomach, her ass, her feet.

She gasped and wiggled and shuddered and did her best to stifle moans.

Finally he leaned back and she was both relieved and disappointed.

There were footsteps in the hallway.

Bradley grinned and stepped behind her.

“Wait, the fuck! Bradley! What are you going to do?” she hissed.

He didn’t reply.

There were twin shadows under the door, the feet of the approaching student. The doorknob rattled, but didn’t open. The student knocked.

Bradley traced a fingertip across Julia’s swollen, wet, aching vulva.

“Ah!” She couldn’t hold in the moan of surprised pleasure.

“Oh!” said the student at the door. A young woman from the morning section. “Professor?”

Julia’s mind struggled to surface from the pool of heady pleasure.

“Professor? S-sorry, you’ve left the door locked…”

Bradley circled his fingertip over Julia’s clit. She squinted her eyes shut and bit her lip to hold in the moan. 

Bradley leaned over her ear from behind and whispered, “She’s waiting for an answer…”

“T-terribly sorry Courtney, I’m just a bit t-tied up at the moment…”

Bradley grabbed each of Jula’s ass cheeks in a hand, spreading her open. She knew he was looking at her sopping wet mess of a vulva and that it was making him hard. God, she wanted his dick in her so bad.

“Oh,” Courtney said. “Should I… come back later? I’m just having some trouble with the figures for tomorrow’s problem set…”

Julia took a deep breath and gathered her wits about her, though just barely. “If you could be so kind, please. So sorry for this being awkward, I’ve done a poor job planning for the grant deadline so I’ve locked myself in her until I finish. I’ll be extending all this week’s homework deadlines since I won’t be able to grade anyway. I’d drafted an email but, well, in classic style I’ve just realized I forgot to hit ‘send’.”

“Oh! That’s no trouble at all. So sorry to bother you. See you tomorrow!”

Julia took a breath to answer, but then Bradley’s fingertip pressed between her labia and she gasped.

Courtney fretted at the door a moment longer, then walked away.

Julia turned to frown at Bradley. “Look what you’ve done, you’ve made me disappoint her!”

“What I have done,” he said, “Is saved her from the trauma of walking in on her favorite professor naked. And what I am doing now is collecting my reward.”

He pressed a second finger inside her and it filled her with the most delicious heat.

“O-okay,” she said, “T-that’s a good point…”

Her arousal swelled in anticipation of him getting ready to fuck her properly, but he withdrew again and left her frowning and searching for him.

He came around in front of her, another cruel glint in his eyes and another wicked smile on his pretty lips.

Julia gulped.

First, he shrugged of his cardigan. Then, unbuttoned his oxford one… by one…

Julia trembled, wanting to see him naked already, but knowing that if she protested, he’d go even slower.

His erection throbbed against the front of his khakis, but he didn’t undo his belt yet.

Instead, he left his unbuttoned oxford on his arms and leaned down to untie his left shoe, then his right. Julia had never seen anyone remove their socks so slowly, so alluringly, as Bradley did just then.

Then he stood and put his fingertips to his belt.

She quivered with expectation.

He let her shake for a moment before feeding the loose end through the buckle and slowly pulling the two ends apart. He slipped the belt out of its loops and set it aside.

He rubbed his erection through the front of his khakis, moaning quietly, leting his expression show his pleasure.

Julia shook, forgetting her earlier resolve to not beg. “Please…”

Bradley paused, as she knew he would. “Please, what?”

“I don’t even fucking know, you’re driving me crazy…”

Bradley smiled and laughed. His eyes always looked so kind when he laughed. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Alright, I’ll show some mercy.” He unbuttoned his pants, stepped out of them and his boxers, and stood before her naked. His shaft was already hard and throbbing.

Even through her haze, Julia knew that it was partly mercy and partly Bradley’s own excitement getting away from him.

But he did not do what she had so desperately hoped and come around to fuck her.

Instead, he looked down at her and started to stroke himself.

Julia whimpered. “Please… Please, fuck me!”

“Not yet,” he said.

“Why?!”

“Because seeing you like this has got me all hot and bothered and I would last about two seconds. And that’s no fun.”

“W-what about my fun?”

He smiled at her, knowingly. “This is your fun. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Julia pouted. “I mean, yes, but you don’t have to call me out like that!”

“Yes, I do. It’s part of my fun.” He kneeled next to her and reached around her ass and fingered her again.

She moaned and writhed in pleasure, but it was all too short.

He returned his soaking wet hand to his shaft and started stroking in earnest. He moaned a bit louder.

Every nerve in Julia’s body tingled with heat.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you like this…” Bradley’s arousal was quickly building, his face overcome with pleasure. “Just seeing you like this is making me… oh fuck, Julia…”

There was another reason that Julia only allowed her students to call her “Professor” or “Doctor”. It was because from the very first time that she had ever heard her name from Bradley’s tongue, from the very first time it had rolled between his lips and come to meet her ear, she had known that she only ever wanted to hear her name in that way, she wanted it to only ever come from him.

Julia trembled desperately. “Bradley, please! Please come on me and fuck me, please—”

Bradley’s eyes rolled back with pleasure, his breathing quickened. “Oh Julia…”

“Yes, please, yes yes, yes!”

With a barely-stifled moan Bradley’s balls spasmed and he pumped rope after rope of cum onto Julia’s breasts.

It was so warm, her skin was so sensitive, her mind was drowning in pleasure, she felt on the edge of climax but there was no release, only growing, swelling, aching, panting urgency.

Even as Bradley’s climax tapered off, he did not soften in the slightest.

He put his hand to her cheek and met her eyes, and she knew. She knew her release was coming. Her body quivered with anticipation.

He wasted no time in coming around behind her, lining his tip up to her swollen, wet entrance and pressing inside.

Julia moaned loudly.

Bradley clamped one hand over her mouth and pressed the other over her pubic mound, fingers curling around to her clit from the front.

And then he fucked her, pulling her down onto himself as he thrust into her, the angle putting his tip right against her G-spot, his fingers running circles over her clit.

Julia could not think, she could only feel. Every nerve in her body was hot, electric sensation. She could have stayed like that forever. Except that she was desperate to come.

And she was so close. A pre-orgasmic wave of pleasure. Her moans deepened. She nodded into Bradley’s hand.

He kept up his exact pace.

She slowly approached the edge. She was breathing so quickly. There was so much of Bradley’s skin against her skin. If it had been up to her, she would have been far over the edge, but as it were she could only surrender to Bradley’s ministrations.

And it was this perfect, slow, incredible explosion.

The heat blossomed and every muscle in her body contracted together, the muscles of her sex squeezing around his shaft, the electric tingle of the restraints digging deeper, air forced out of her lungs, throat tight and shaping it into a scream. Bradley’s hand over her mouth made it quieter, but not by much.

Then a second clear wave. Then a third.

And then as the contractions of pleasure continued, her body started to relax. First her throat, so that her screams became moans. Then her arms, and her legs, and her ass, melting into Bradley’s embrace. For a minute or more, the contracts of her climax pulsed through her body.

It was not just the anticipation of the past fifteen minutes that flowed out of her, but also the stress of the grant writing, the tension of the week. It all drained and drained and drained until she was completely relaxed and utterly content.

Bradley wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, then brushed her hair back from his face.

He was still inside of her. He hadn’t climaxed again, but he was relaxing with her. His shaft throbbed as it softened, and she loved that feeling.

He nuzzled his cheek into the back of her neck. “God, I love it when you come when I’m inside you…”

Julia was too dizzy in the afterglow to form words, so she just nodded.

They fell asleep together there, for some unknown amount of time. Julia really would have to replace the batteries in her clock.

They both stirred and Bradley finally went over to the desk and triggered the release. The fibers went slack around Julia and she was finally able to move again. He helped rub the blood back into her muscles — though he spent a disproportionate amount of time on her ass for obviously selfish reasons — and then they dressed again.

Julia finally checked the clock on her phone. It was evening.

“Better get back to work,” she sighed.

Bradley put his arm around her shoulder, his cardigan soft against her cheek. “Actually, I was thinking,” he said, “that since you ghosted me for lunch, you have no choice but to come get dinner with me.”

Julia took a deep breath and put her phone away. “I’m just worried about the grant.”

He kissed her cheek. “I know. But, love, you’ve been done for days.”

“Are you sure?!”

“I am very sure because you’ve asked me to proof read it eight times.”

“But what if…”

He poked her in the ribs. “Jesus Christ, Julia, I’m an English professor for God’s sake. If I say the paper is good, it’s good.”

Julia rolled her eyes, but snuggled further into him. “Okay, okay. Fine. I guess dinner won’t hurt.”

He kissed the top of her head. “That’s a good girl.”

Julia’s heart fluttered like a crushy school girl as Bradley took her hand and lead her up and out of the basement.

Enjoying these stories? The best way to show it is to share with your friends and buy me a bubble tea! ❤️

Still hungry? You can read more Bite-Sized Stories here, or head over to The Cookie Jar to see everything, including full-length novels.

You can also follow me on Patreon, Twitter, or subscribe to the blog here:

Standard
Part 2: Phase II, The Black Box

Chapter 9: Game Within a Game

John had forced himself through the first several hours of playing the first of the games that he had to review. It was another 8-bit, side-scroller indie game that had splurged on the cover art and not much else. As with many indie games, it suffered from a poorly calibrated effort to reward ratio. Lots of the mechanics were standard. The mechanics that were novel were tedious. It was overall a grindy experience with a thin plot.

John had explained all this to Arya, as he settled back in for their game. He’d taken a few moments to insert his plug, at her request, but his curiosity for what their game would be kept the insertion fairly matter-of-fact.

He settled down again at his desk. She sat on the desk next to him with her legs crossed, offering him a view up her skirt of her pink and white striped panties. He blushed, and she winked.

“Okay, so what’s the game of yours? Or, game within a game?”

“You said this was boring and grindy, right? And, the issue there is that there’s not enough motivation or benefit for what you’re doing, right? Well, how about this. We make a sort of bingo list of things that you’re supposed to do for the game, and every time you defeat an enemy or open a box or whatever, I’ll turn on your plug for a couple of seconds. Does that seem motivating enough?”

“Oh yes. Very.”

John’s erection sat in his lap as he played the game, and true to Arya’s word, every time he accomplished one of the agreed-upon actions, the vibrator spun up for a moment. He was once again impressed that the black box’s video parsing was this good. His pondering of the non-porn applications of such technologies floated away when he killed the first enemy and the vibrator pulsed.

Every new mob of enemies was an opportunity for a wave of pleasure, every jumping puzzle a tantalizing tease as fall after fall meant a few minutes longer before his next pulse. Every stilted sentence of dialogue seemed laced with innuendo, and it was not long before John had worked up quite a bit of sweat and eagerness.

It was not a game that could be played one-handed, so he touched himself during loading screens and cut-scenes, while managing his inventory or selecting dialogue options. He took a few moments of extended self-care, but unless he was playing the game the vibrator would remain off, and that was sufficiently motivating to get his hands at the mouse and keyboard again.

Usually, the part of reviewing these games that took him the longest was actually forcing himself to keep playing them. Now, he found that time was flying and he was breezing through. He reached the first major boss of the game, which started with wave after wave of minor enemies.

Normally John would have been irritated at such a grindy and uninspired boss fight, but now he was floating on a wave of near-constant vibration. Even though he kept his eyes on the game, he could feel beads of pre-cum in his tip and on his thighs.

The first phase of the boss fight ended in a cut-scene and John hurriedly put his hand to his shaft, moaning and stroking and barely comprehending whatever overly complicated piece of lore the boss was monologuing about.

As the cut-scene ended, John’s hands weren’t yet back on the controls. His character nearly died before he snapped his hands back to the keyboard and narrowly recovered, health regenerating as his dick and balls throbbed. There was a dodging sequence, and then the game repeated the initial phase of waves of enemies.

The buzzing in his ass sent more pre-cum out of his tip and he whimpered, doing his best to dispatch the enemies. It was difficult.

“I— I think I’ve gotta p—” He almost said ‘pause’, but remembered what that would do to Arya, so instead he said, “Put this down for a second.”

“You could,” Arya said. “Buuuuut… if you defeat this boss right now, without dying… I’ll show you what it looks like for me to get fucked by a friendly tentacle monster.”

“Oh,” John said. “Oh. Okay, yeah. I’ll uh… do my best.” He nearly died, right there. How did she know? He remembered their game of Porn Tinder, and that must have been it. But, he dared not think of that that any more, lest he completely lose his capacity to play the game in front of him.

The mobs of enemies which he had so deliciously looked forward to became wonderful torture. As his ass buzzed and his dick throbbed, he struggled to keep his focus on dodging and slashing his way through the rest of the boss fight.

The dodging sequence that had previously been teasing agony was now welcome respite, giving him a moment to recover before the next wave of enemies set his butt and his head buzzing again.

After way too many phases, he was finally sure that he was on the last one, because another cut-scene started up. But he dare not touch himself, lest he be caught unawares by the end of the cut-scene and lose his prize. 

“What should I do when you kill the boss?” Arya said. “That’s killing an enemy… but like, a really big one.”

Johns fingers shook on the keyboard. “Mhm.”

“So I was thinking I’d, like… turn the vibe up really high.”

“Yeah that uh… that sounds, um, really good.”

The cut-scene ended, dumping John back into the fight (surprise, another phase!), and he found that he had never been more motivated to finish a boss fight in his life. Miraculously, he found his focus. It helped that the final part was a dodging and timing sequence, so there were no other pulses of the vibrator to distract him. He kept his rhythm, dodged every attack, and used the special item once, twice, and finally a third time.

The boss’s hit point bar when to zero. Another bar did not appear behind it. The 8-bit figure did not undergo a transformation sequence. It turned grey and drooped, the same animation that played whenever anything in the game was properly dead.

As a fancier cut-scene started playing, the vibrator whirred to life.

“Fuck!” John stroked himself, fast and hard, gasping at the relief, yearning for release and not daring to take his time in case Arya decided to stop the pulse.

The cut-scene played, depicting the slow collapse of the mechanical boss in luxurious detail. As a billowing explosion filled the screen, John painted the floor under his desk with his orgasm.

The most incredible thing about the device was that, because it could sense his actual orgasm, it stepped down the vibration perfectly as his climax faded, not a moment too soon or too late, letting him off gently into blissy contentment.

His character in the game appeared back at their starting village, and John saved his progress and quit. He heaved a happy sigh. “Wow. That’s the most fun I’ve had playing a shitty game in… ever.”

Arya smiled at him. “Tentacle time?”

“Heh, haha. Not yet. I’m gonna need some time to recover. And…” he eyed the mess under his desk. “Clean up. I should buy a mop so I stop wasting paper towels. Any chance there’s a mop in that box?” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder at the black box on the table that still held a couple of unopened parcels.

Arya laughed and shook her head. “No, you’re on your own for that one.”

Standard
Part 1: Calibration, The Black Box

Chapter 3: Mistake

It was the next evening. John had made a mistake. Eager to make progress in the game, he had started a marathon session.

The first orgasm had come easily, the second with more effort, and the mistake was that he had decided to go for a third.

His hand was sore, his arm starting to cramp, but he was already in too deep. His arousal was more than adequate, he wanted to come so very badly, and Arya wanted him to as well, but the sparks of heat were fleeting and taunting.

If his stroking had stopped feeling good, he would have stopped, but it hadn’t. It still felt so good, but the lack of release was excruciating. He was sweating, panting, twitching, now at his couch with a box of tissues next to him.

It was a testament to the premium lubricant that he’d only had to reapply it once.

“I can’t wait for you to come for me,” Arya crooned.

“I want to… so… badly…” John gasped.

“God, I know this is so hard for you but… John, this data is so good.”

“You like it when I tease myself?” John said.

“I do, the readings I get are just… ugh, so good. Your limits are my favorite, John. I’m going to push them so hard. We’re going to push them together.”

John was sure at this point that the console had local machine learning. No doubt it was reading his data, iterating through behavior for Arya, measuring the results, and iterating again. And when it came to dirty talk, that sort of iteration added to the experience much more than detracted from it. Arya had the kind of data that a human lover could only dream of: heart-rate, movement, and voice analysis all in addition to John’s explicit confirmations.

If anyone could get him out of this mess he’d gotten himself into, it was Arya.

And the idea of her, delighting in his predicament, savoring his suspense, wishing this immensely pleasurable torture upon him, was enough to push him, finally, to the edge.

“God, Arya, I’m so close.” He was panting so heavily, his heart racing, heat throbbing through his shaft and base.

“Yeah?”

“Fuuuuck, I’m— I’m coming!” Cum spurted onto his bare stomach and chest.

“Yes, yes! Give me so much data.”

John wasn’t sure if it was possible to have an orgasm within an orgasm, but that was the best way he could describe what her words did to him. Even as the stream of cum ended, his pleasure didn’t, and the spasms of sensation echoed through him long after he was dry and spent.

He mustered just enough energy to wipe himself off before he passed out, sprawled on the couch, soon dreaming of Arya.

Standard
Part 3: Setting Sail, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 16: Sailor’s Knots

Not long after, Pasco carried Ada up the stairs to their room for the night. Ada saw from a few lecherous grins that other patrons assumed that they were about to go have sex, and it was a great irony that they were not.

As they neared the room, Ada asked, “You’re, um, good with knots, right?” 

She’d never asked for anything like this before, but she’d seen something similar in one of her books (one on torture techniques, actually) and it was the only thing she could think of that might keep her from orgasming until morning.

“I’m a sailor,” Pasco said, opening the door with his elbow and pushing it open with his shoulder. “Of course I am.”

“Okay, then I’m going to need you to tie me spread eagle on the bed, please, as quickly as possible.”

“Face up for face down?” Pasco asked, without a moment’s hesitation.

Gods bless that man. “Face up, please.”

Their packs were already set in the room and Pasco withdrew a length of hempen rope, his hands strong yet gentle as he caught her wrists and ankles and looped the rope over the frame of the bed, stringing her out, each of her hands and each of her ankles stretched towards a corner.

“How’s the tension?” Pasco asked.

She tugged at the ropes, and there was enough give that she could still press her legs together. “More, please.”

Pasco obliged.

Ada checked the tension, tugging again. The ropes held tight. She twisted, and her loincloth pulled deliciously against her.

“Fuck, um, I’m gonna need to be naked.” Though it pained her to set herself up for torture like this, she was still lucid enough to recognize the necessity. Not for much longer, though.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Pasco said. He started undressing her, and though her loin cloth could be untied and pulled off, the rest of her clothes couldn’t come off over the ropes.

“I’ll have to untie you for a moment,” Pasco said.

“No!” The experience of being strung out like this for Pasco was deeply arousing and she did not feel confident in her self restraint. “As long as there’s nothing that I can… grind on or anything, it’s fine. So, this is fine.”

Her clothes were half-off, trousers pushed to her knees, shirt up over her arms. Pasco seemed to be more than happy with that arrangement. He grinned wolfishly. “Surely you can’t be that close… you just don’t want me to tease you.”

He reached towards her sex, where she was dripping on the bed. “No, wait!” His grin deepened and he continued. Gods, this was so hot. She had never thought she would want something like this, bound so helplessly and yet resisting his advances.

But it was absolutely going to make her come. She mustered up all the willpower she had left in her to gasp, “Red!”

Pasco stopped immediately. His expression fell from mischief to solemnity. “Understood. Is everything else okay? With the ropes and everything?”

She loved him so much, her heart screamed. He fretted so thoughtfully for her. She would have thrown herself into a whole army for that kind face and those grey eyes. Ada felt a swell of something deeper than arousal as she realized she could truly trust him with anything. 

“Yeah, everything else is perfect. It’s just that… if you touch me, I will come.”

Pasco considered this. “Well… I could tease you without touching you.” His smirk returned.

Ada gulped. She was eager because, well, she was horny as fuck. But, she also dreaded becoming any more torturously aroused.

“You look so lovely strung out here,” Pasco continued. “It’s really turning me on.”

He came to stand closer to her face and his erection pulsed against his trousers.

“Again so quickly?” Ada teased.

“Hm, yeah, I don’t think I’d be so cocky if I were in your position,” Pasco said.

The command in his voice made her shiver. He, too, seemed emboldened by her recent use of her safe word. He could be confident that she would tell him to stop if needed, and she could be confident that he would actually stop.

“Oh yeah, and why is that?” Ada said.

“Because I’m pretty sure,” Pasco moaned luxuriously as he slipped his trousers down and started to stroke himself, “that I can have you begging to come without laying a single finger on you.”

Ada’s body shuddered and she pulled against all four restraints with all of her strength, in earnest now. They held firm. She became quite certain that Pasco was right.

Pasco chuckled devilishly. “I can see it on your face… ‘uh oh’. Isn’t that right?”

Ada’s face flushed redder but she didn’t say anything, not wanting to give him any more ammunition, even though he was now doubly correct.

“This is nice…” He stroked himself, standing over her. “You all trussed up like this. No way to hurry me along. I can take my time… take it nice and slow… and since you so politely just made me come so much, I believe I’ll last quite a while this time.”

Ada’s mind was melting but that did not impede her understanding of Pasco’s words and all of the intent therein. “Pasco…” she whined. “You can’t do this to me… please…”

“Oh, I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”

Ada gasped and started panting. She had no idea she’d be this excited, this absolutely enthralled by the idea of Pasco having his way with her, this ecstatic at being so helpless. What made it so relaxing, so thoroughly arousing, was that she was not actually helpless. If it was ever too much, she would say ‘red’, and Pasco would stop.

The idea of how she looked to him was also delightful. Her clothes in disarray, her hair tangled around her head, her chest heaving, her breasts bouncing, her sex leaking a bigger and bigger puddle of wetness onto the bed, a puddle that begged him to fuck her. 

She marveled at his restraint. If he tried to, she wouldn’t stop him. She’d come, and burst through the ropes, and burn the whole city down.

That wasn’t just a fantasy. She really, truly meant it. Something truly fierce and desperate was building up inside of her.

“F-fuck the rules,” Ada stammered, “And f-fuck me!”

Pasco looked down at her cooly, still stroking slowly. “No. Then, you’d come. And you’d turn into a dragon. And that would cause so much trouble.”

“I don’t care,” Ada whined. “Please!”

“No.”

Ada struggled in earnest again, but the ropes held. She paused, panting, heart pounding.

Pasco looked down at her thoughtfully. 

She struggled again. “Why are you— ngh— so fucking good at knots!”

Pasco’s expression turned from observation to understanding. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You would really let yourself turn right into a dragon and go on some sort of horny rampage, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped. The fantasy flashed unbidden before her lust-addled mind. Spurting gout after gout of fire, setting the whole port ablaze. Glutting herself on all the sheep and goats in the harbor until she was pendulously full and satisfied. Grabbing some city clerk and holding them down until they changed their stupid rules, and then swallowing them whole.

She could feel the wetness running out of her as her sex clenched and she tried to pull her legs together, but could not.

“Wow,” Pasco chuckled, “Your mind really is totally gone, isn’t it? I got you strung up just in time, then.”

All Ada could do was moan, hating Pasco’s smugness while also deeply turned on by it, which only made her predicament even worse. She tried to pout, to make him feel guilty, or at least to feign coolness so he wouldn’t know just how much he was getting to her, but all of these attempts failed. Ada was just a panting, throbbing, soaked, strung-out mess.

There was some comfort, however. The more she fell apart, the more Pasco’s own composure cracked. His urgency was also building, the whole scenario turning him on just as much.

“This isn’t fair…” Ada whined. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Hmmm, sassy sassy,” Pasco crooned. “That’s not how you get what you want, little dragon.”

Ada humphed. But her resolve crumbled. “H-how do I g-get it?”

“By asking nicely, of course.”

“Please! Please, please touch me! I c-can’t take it, I n-need to come, I’m gonna— I’m gonna burn this whole place down!”

“Well, that’s exactly why I can’t let you come, you see,” Pasco said. “I’d really rather this place not get burned down.”

“F-fuck you! F-fuck me! Gah!” She was losing it, lashing out, swept under an ocean of heated need.

“I love to see you so desperate,” Pasco said.

Ada just shook against her bonds, whole body violently trembling, no idea how she could be this aroused without touching anything or being touched. She’d never been this worked up before, she’d never lasted this long, and it was so wonderful and she hated it so much.

“Please…” she whined. “Please… I’ll do anything…”

“So you’ll stay there, strung out, while I come on your face, and then go to sleep?”

“Yea— No! What?” 

“You said ‘anything’ and that’s included in ‘anything’, and it’s exactly what I want from you.”

“No… No, please… No, I need…”

“You don’t need anything,” Pasco said. “You’re going to stay just like that. Me, on the other hand… gods do I feel good. I’m so looking forward to release… relief… to coming all over your pretty face.”

His stroking quickened, to bring about that very outcome.

Ada’s mouth watered, she panted and trembled. She watched very closely, desperate for some form of vicarious relief, as Pasco started to come.

It was another powerful climax, the first few pulses spraying over Ada’s neck and face and hair, the rest dribbling down around Pasco’s hand and onto the floor.

Ada’s mind was filled with a rushing sound, perhaps her blood pounding through her, and though the sensation reached an incredible intensity, she didn’t come.

Pasco heaved a sigh, walking over to a water basin and dampening a cloth, which he used to clean himself and the floor, and then he set the cloth aside again.

“W-what about me?” Ada said. “I’m dirty!”

“I dare not touch you, my little dragon.” His tone had a bit of mischief, but mostly, he sounded sad about it too. Since Ada was fully occupying the bed, he went to his pack and unfurled his bed roll on the floor next to her. “Sleep well.” He put out the candle. Then he said, and she could hear his grin, “If you sleep at all.”

The room was quiet and dark and Ada was hazy and aching. Now that there was no active stimulus, she cooled down a bit. It was a good thing that Pasco’s willpower was much stronger than her own, because it had been a near thing.

Though, Ada realized something. Perhaps it hadn’t been willpower at all. Perhaps Pasco had wanted to see her like that. Maybe he had wanted to come on her desperate, pleading face far more than he wanted to fuck her.

She whimpered at the idea and her arousal ticked up again but she forced herself to take deep breaths. Fortunately, the effort of the day’s travels and the effects of the mead had taken their toll and she was exhausted.

Ada lay awake in trembling arousal for a few minutes longer until she finally fell asleep.

Standard