Page 32 of Overachiever
Of course he does. “Good night, Owen.” With my head on his chest, a pleasant exhaustion pulls me into sleep.
The sound of tapping on the door wakes me, and I let the housekeeper know we don’t need service. After accepting some towels from her, I turn and see Owen still sound asleep. Guess I wasn’t the only one worn out last night.
Our toys and restraints are scattered about, and a smile grows on my face while I gather them and toss them on the bed. Owen’s getting a special wake up today.
By the time he stirs, I already have his hands cuffed and tied, and I’m wrapping the rope around his free ankle.
“Rem?” he mumbles, glancing down at me with bleary eyes.
“Good morning.”
He licks his lips when I pull down his boxers, the only clothing he’s wearing. “Looks like it.”
His cock is hard in seconds, and I straddle him, letting it rub the outside of my underwear while I bend to kiss his neck. Teasing him is so much fun and hotter than I ever imagined. He shifts his body, breathing hard as I lick and kiss every bit of skin I can reach.
“Take your shirt off.”
“You aren’t in any position to give orders.” His hips jut forward when I rub my palm over the head of his cock.
“Please, I want to see your tits.”
I’m glad I didn’t blindfold him because the way he looks at me once I toss my shirt aside is hot as hell. “Underwear,” he insists, and I shake my head. I’m keeping them on for a reason. I want to tease him with toys, not fuck him, tempting as it is.
“Hmm, where to start?” I pick up the fleshlight and lube it generously. “How does this feel?”
The sudden groan he lets out when I sink it onto his cock is answer enough. Slowly, I raise it and lower it again, reveling in the curses that rain from his lips.
Okay, this is fun. I get to watch his every reaction and there’s nothing he can do to stop me. This time he’s the vulnerable one. “Will you wear the nipple clamps?” he asks, his gaze on my breasts.
It’s one of the things he told me he was turned on by, and I chose them because of it, but I’m a little nervous about how much they might hurt. Still, I’m willing to try them.
He watches as I take them from the package. They’re adjustable, and I turn the little screws until they don’t look quite as intimidating. At the first bit of a pinch, I chicken out, and he chuckles.
“I don’t think I can inflict these on myself.”
“Undo my hands just long enough for me to put them on you.”
It’s the only way this is going to happen. I uncuff him, and he pulls me forward by my hips as he sits up. His mouth covers my right nipple, drawing on it, and I close my eyes at the sensation. Soft, and warm and ow!
My eyes leap open, and I look down to see the clamp firmly in place. Amused eyes stare into mine. “Does it hurt?”
“A little…but…in a good way.”
When his mouth covers my other nipple, I know what’s coming which makes the bite of the metal seem worse, but he soothes it with his tongue. Lying back, he grins up at me with self-satisfaction. “Are you sure you want my hands tied?” He flicks one of the clamps, sending a jolt through me.
Concentrate, Remee. You’re supposed to be in control. Without a word, I wrap the cuffs back around his wrists. The pressure of the clamps is distracting, but I do my best to ignore it, and I know how to wipe that smirk off his face while he watches me struggle.
Scooting back down to straddle his thighs, I pick up the butt plug that says HIS and give it a wave.
“No. No-ho. I do not consent to any butt stuff. Put it down and back away.”
Giggles spill out of me, and I toss it on the bed beside us. “Fine, but I’m not letting you come until you beg.” He moans as I slip the fleshlight back over him. “And maybe not even then.”
“Psh, I can take whatever you got, baby.”
It takes him almost an hour to really regret those words. An hour of me bringing him to the brink over and over, with the fleshlight, the vibrating cock ring, my hands. By this time, he’s covered in sweat, and no longer has any trouble begging for relief.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop.” His hips work with me, shoving his cock into the fleshlight fast and hard, until I pull it off, and he cries out. “Ugh! I hate you so much right now!”
