what I mean. I protest, of course, because that's what I do, but we both know that I'm terribly easy to
persuade that it's a good thing when you have your hand inside my pants! Oh, and that solemnlyswearing I only believe when you end that sentence with 'I'm up to no good'.”I roll my eyes at her and grumble something under my breath about pop culture references, but she justlooks too cute, all agitated from her accusation. She's right, of course, but I'm trying to be good andreally mean it.“Beth and Gerard will be there, and Peter and Charlotte, too, rest assured that I will behave myselfjust because one half of them would have my ass for being stupid, and the other would frown upon myimproper behavior.After all I have a reputation to uphold, and as much as I love to tease you, I'm not going to get bannedfrom any community events just because I feel like biting your juicy ass in front of everyone.”For some reason my half-assed argumentation seems to work, as Bella stops frowning and snugglescloser to me.“Okay.”“Okay what?”“Okay, let's go to that play party. I just don't have anything to wear. And before you start, no, I'm sonot going naked.”I chuckle at her decisive tone, and earn myself a badly aimed punch in the arm for that.“Stop it, I really mean it! And don't tell me you didn't think of that already, I know you better thanthat!”Of course she does, and I'm wisely keeping my tongue.“We'll find something for you to wear, I'm sure. But I thought it'd take longer for me to persuade youto come.”Bella sighs, the sound coming out with the wariness I've been expecting.“Look, of course I'm a little anxious, and I'm sure that the closer the day of the party is, the more I willbe nervous and all, but I know that there’s no need for me to fret over this. I trust you, even when Iaccuse you of being a mean bastard. I know that you wouldn't ask me to go there with you if you'dthink I would resent it. And I know that if I change my mind, or if I just don't like it, we'll leave.”Then she looks up, a dirty smile forming on those luscious lips.“And after all, it's in Beth's playroom, right? Where I fucked your ass the last time we were there,actually both times we were there. I don't think I have any need to be afraid of going there again.” Now my cock is definitely awake, and she feels it pressing into her stomach, causing her smile to turninto a veritable smirk.“I guess not.”We could keep talking about this for a while longer, but I decide that I'd rather kiss her now, and shedoesn't protest when I do exactly that. At first she's pliable enough, but then she pushes herself into acrouching position over me and squeezes my cock hard while her teeth sink into my lip.“Speaking of which, I think I should call Beth tomorrow if maybe she'd like to play with us again.You've been a horny bastard of late, always pestering me in the morning; maybe I should put you inyour place again.” Her hand squeezes my dick even more until I groan, but the moment her grip easesup on me, I jerk my hips up, hoping that she won't stop there.Bella looks down at her hand on my cock before her eyes turn to my face again, and I grow evenharder when there's no hesitation in them, no flicker of doubt.“I don't think we'll need Beth for that, really,” I offer when she doesn't continue. Bella frowns a littleand I feel her fingers ease up on me, and my cock immediately protests. So I reach up and draw herface close to mine, kissing her passionately to show her that I trust her, and want her to trust herself.I'm a little disappointed when she sits down on my legs again but, as her hand is still on my cock, notall hope is lost.“I don't know if that's a good idea,” she admits, but just when I want to launch into my pep talk sheruns the thumb over her other hand over the head of my cock, teasing, toying with me.My eyes close on their own account and I groan, but before I can completely lose my thought I forcemyself to concentrate on her, and not on what she's doing.“Why not?”“I really don't know how to do it. How to set up a scene, I mean.”“You did really well last time with Beth, if I remember correctly.” Bella snorts. “Exactly. With Beth.I mostly rambled on about what I wanted to do in general, but she provided all the details, and howwe should set things up, heighten expectations and all that.”“I'm sure you'll do just fine on your own -” I cut off when I feel her nails run up the length of my shaft,basically wiping my brain for a few seconds. She really doesn't know what she's doing to me, or elseshe wouldn't think for a second that she could do anything wrong.“Bella, trust me, you can do it if you want to.” She stops for a moment, grinning at my needy pants,and I try to rally what's left of my mind to go on. “And you don't have to do the planning alone; I'llhelp you if you want me to.”“You would?” I'm a little hurt that she sounds so surprised.“Of course I would, why shouldn't I? No offense, but my playroom, my gear, I should know how touse it all and explain and help you there. With everything.”“But then you'll know what I'm up to!”“And?”She looks baffled for a moment, but then considers my offer in earnest.“Okay. But I want something in return.”Anything. Really anything. But she should know that she can always ask anything of me.“Sure, what?”Her smile is triumphant now.“I want in on the scene planning when I'm subbing, too.” That surprises me a little as she's neverasked that of me before, but it really shouldn't as we've just had the exact same point with our rolesreversed. Before I can do more than nod, she explains further.“Like, I'd like you to explain to me how you do that for anything you're up to this week. Where you getyour ideas from, how you decide what to do to me, what toys to use, how to tie me up, when you wantto play, everything.Maybe we can discuss some of that, too. Maybe even try something new, I mean the wax play wasfun, I'm sure there are some other things you've been itching to do but we never got round to actuallytrying them. And after this week I'll do some research, and we can sit down and I can tell you what Icome up with for you. You just help me work out the details and how-tos. How does that sound?”Like I've died and gone to heaven, or maybe that's hell considering what we're talking about, anyway,I'm in paradise.“Have I told you of late how much I love you?”She grins at my emphatic words and leans down to kiss me, but stops before our lips come evenclose. I try to crane my neck and close the distance, but then she's squeezing my cock again and I fallback into the cushions of the couch.“You sure that's not just your cock talking?” she teases me.“I am pretty sure that's my heart and mind, because seriously, my cock's concerned with other thingsright now!”“Oh, really? Like what?” “Like begging you not to stop!”Her smile brightens, and she licks her lips as she looks down at the concerned piece of me.“I think I should be gracious and grant your cock that attention. But you're not getting away so easily,mister.”I'm surprised when she lets go of me and gets up, but my apprehension is gone when she steps out ofher sweats and thong, and gets back onto the couch, her knees left and right of my head while she'sfacing my legs.“Be a good boy and show my pussy some love, will you?” I don't really need the incentive as myhands are already on her thighs, spreading them wider as I pull her down towards me. Bella sighscontently as I lick up and down her wet pussy lips, before I suck on her clit. Her hand squeezes mycock hard in what I think is some kind of involuntary reaction, but then she's pumping me while herother hand is gripping my balls none to gently. Her hips buck and she's rubbing herself all over myface, but I couldn't care less.We're both excited as hell, and I make her come even before I shoot my load all over my stomach, afew minutes later. It doesn't happen often that she gives me a hand job, and I really don't care; justwipe myself clean with my t-shirt. Bella looks exceptionally pleased with herself as we make ourway upstairs, where we shower together before we fall into our bed.She's asleep in minutes, lying half on my shoulder and chest, and I spend nearly an hour just staring ather beautiful face, tired but unable to fall sleep myself. My thoughts return to my conversation withBeth, and I want to deny that she was right, that I have to do something to make sure that I don't keepdragging on Bella's happiness like I used to, inadvertently.Because for her, I'd simply do anything.Yesterday it all sounded so perfect. Why then am I shitting my pants today? It's not like I haven't done any joint scene planning before. Beth and Peter both helped me when I had my first sub, and I've always talked everything through in detail with Charlotte when she let me tie her up. Over the years I've been doing it over and over again with subs I've only played with for a scene or two. Why the anxiety now? It's not even a rational fear, just a feeling in my gut. As if Bella would laugh at me if I say something stupid. It's ridiculous, really, but it won't go away, as much as I try to get a grip on myself. I spent the whole day fretting over what to tell her, but by the time I'm home again, I still haven't come up with an idea that I think is worthy of the occasion. It suddenly seems as if we've done everything at least five times already, and try as I might, nothing really new comes to my mind. Bella is of course ecstatic to have me home again, jumping into my arms and k
really seem opposed to that at all, as I find out when she answers me.“I think I really like that idea. So what was the other, sensation based scene?”As she's already so hot and bothered, I figure I can be more daring than I thought at first.“Remember when I blindfolded you the last time? How that heightened what you felt?”Her nod is eager, and I hear her breath pick up. “Yes.”“I want to do something like that again, only go a little further. You just have to trust me.”“I always trust you.”I'm not sure she really does, but she trusts me enough, and scenes like the one on my mind willhopefully further that trust.“Good. Because I want to blindfold you, and then I want to gag you, and then I want to tie you up in away that you can't really move anymore. I promise you, I won't leave your side, but you'll have noway of knowing what I'm up to. And even though I'll just touch you, kiss you and caress you gently,you won't see it coming, you won't anticipate anything.”
The vision of Bella on her knees, frustrated and horny, begging me to just let her come nearly makesme spill my load, and I decide that I will definitely do that, if it's only for one day. I always lovebeing the reason for why she's writhing and moaning, but taking our play time a step farther into reallyexerting control over her and not just aiming for her pleasure with a kinky background is a whole newturn-on for me. I don't know if she'll like it, but I have to try at least once.But right now I have to fuck her, and make her come screaming on my cock, and that's exactly whatI'm about to do.Bella moans loudly as I push into her, savoring the sensation of her hot, wet cunt around me. I'mforcing her to stand on her tip toes, so she's tighter than usual, making this even more fun for me. Ikeep my hand clapped over her mouth while I start fucking her, deep and fast enough to slam herthighs and hips into the table, my other hand digging into her waist to keep her stab
exactly. I just don't want your tongue in my butt today!”Her voice is all high pitched and frantic, and I just can't stop myself, I have to laugh at her shriek. Fora moment Bella's just staring at me, before the look of panic morphs into something close to a sneer.“Why are you laughing like that? It's so not funny! I also don't understand why your one goal in lifeseems to be to constantly embarrass me!”“Okay, okay, calm down, I'm not laughing at you,” I try to pacify her, but of course she doesn't buy it.“Sure you are!”I sigh and try to show some unique chagrin so she'll calm down again.“Okay, yes, I admit it, I just laughed at you, but just because you're so fucking adorable when youblush like that. It doesn't happen too often anymore, you know?” I lean closer and look deep into hereyes, while I cup her still flaming cheeks with my hands. “I adore your blush. And I love you.Forgive me?”She's already grinning when I add the last two sentences and I can literall
strain on her spine as she has to keep her back straight to avoid putting too much pressure onto herwrists and neck inside the padded wooden frame, but the whole setup isn't designed for her comfort.Not even for mine, I dryly admit to myself, as I will have to bend my knees so I can fuck her mouth,and I might have to actually get onto the bench if I want to stick my dick into another part of her, butthat's equally not the point. If we wanted comfort, we'd be lying side by side in our bed, after all.I check the rise and fall of her chest again, and decide that I've given her enough time to calm downand get accustomed to the awkward position I'm forcing her to assume. Her eyes are closed and sheseems to be murmuring something under her breath, probably telling herself to stay composed.I slowly make my way around her once to check again that she can't jerk in the restraints and injureherself, before I stop and crouch down next to her face so that we're on eye level. She
A slight frown appears on her forehead, but instead of protesting she's quickly craning her neck, tryingto reach my cock. It's quite amusing to see her fight against her restrains, but when she finally laps atthe head of my cock with her pink tongue, I can't quite stifle a groan. That in turn makes her grin,earning herself a glare and my cock shoved deep into her mouth.Bella recovers quickly and once she has figured out how she has to turn her head so that she can notonly suck on my cock but also move up and down on it, she's doing a good job pleasing me. I watchher, the sight doing just as much for me as the heavenly sensation of her hot mouth on me. I considerholding back, but I know that I will be all wound up myself if I keep flogging her without my releasesoon.I can tell that she's growing tired fast, the added strain of not being able to move freely demanding itstoll, so before long I step away, and tell her to jerk me off with her hand instead. In the playro
Before long I feel my need to come grow stronger, though taking her like this is nice, and I'm sure Icould keep it up for a longer while. Still, I'm a little concerned with the strain I'm putting on her. Afterall, I want her to enjoy herself, even when I force things like the nipple clamps on her that shewouldn't have asked for. So I decide to change my own rules – after all, it's my call to do with her asI please.Bella groans when I pull out of her completely, but I ignore her protest and reach for the ropes tountie her legs. Even after the restraints are gone she remains in the same position, and I see hertremble more strongly than before.A hurt filled gasp, which has nothing to do with the kind of pain I want her to feel, escapes her when Igrab her hips and force her legs together. The grimace is gone from her face after the moment her backneeds to straighten, and she remains kneeling like that on the bench without moving further. Her ass iseven higher in the
“Because you have light marks on your upper back, and I remember that the dress left you uncoverednearly down to your ass, right?” Where the marks are even worse, but I'm sure that I don't have toworry about anyone but me seeing them—ever.Bella stops and glances back at me, before she turns around and tries to get a better look at her bodyin the mirrored walls.“Seriously? That didn't even really hurt. I mean, compared to what you did to my hoo ha, or my butt.”No, she didn't – again – I groan inwardly. This is slowly outgrowing the term running gag, andbordering on torture.“Your what?”Bella grins back at me over her shoulder.“My hoo ha.”“I'm sure that's not a real word.”“It is, I looked it up, it's in the urban dictionary, so it's technically a word.” And that's the answerfrom someone who's an English Lit major.“With what, two entries? Compared to the ten pages of unnecessary explanations for 'cunt' and'pussy'?”“I don't care,” she shoots back as she step