Stories for J: One Morning
written by:
CatrionaM

Seems to be a rewrite/repost season. So, another oldish one, tidied up and put together in one piece. Female top, male sub, a room, a few toys. Sensory play, objectification, mild bondage & pain (including some cbt), pegging. Not much storyline - basically it's a long scene.

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I walk into the bedroom, it's dim with the shafts of unseasonally bright sunshine streaming in through the gaps in the blinds. He's asleep on his front, the duvet only partially covering his back, his arms folded around his pillow.

I walk quietly towards the bed, barefoot, slowly; lean down towards his supine body. I run my hand from his neck down his spine, past the hip bone, then following the curve of his ass to rest it on top of the thigh. His skin is completely smooth.

I slide my hand between his legs, stroking the hairless balls, my fingers resting lightly in the crack of his ass. He stirs and groans a little, responding to my touch but not waking up.

I sit on the bed next to him, my left hand still on his ass, the fingers of my right one caressing the side of his neck, up towards the ear, playing with the soft hair above it, my thumb brushing the earlobe.

I smile, looking at his stretched body. My perfect fucktoy, finally here, directly under my hands. I lean down and lick the side of his neck, my mouth halting by his ear.

'Wake up.'

'I need you, now.'

He moves, turns round onto his back, opens his eyes, so close to mine; a dazed look on his face. He looks incredibly young now, with his hair mussed up and face relaxed into a tentative half-smile. I can hardly believe that he's actually almost exactly my age.

Guiltless. Shameless. My project. My slut.

'Fuck me.'

'Like a man.'

I'm burning as I say it, and my cunt is hot, wet, throbbing. I know he didn't expect this. It doesn't fit the script, it crosses a line, it subverts the roles and rules of the genre. But this is what I want now. And as my friend and mentor said once, I am not running some fucking kink charity here.

'Fuck me.' I repeat, my hand sliding down his smooth chest and belly towards my cock, feeling its emerging hardness, stroking, grazing with my nails. God, I want him.

'Now.'

I stretch out on the bed next to him, pull him over on top, grab the cock at the base, direct it between the drenched folds of my cunt, then wrap my legs around his hips. I feel him moving inside me, stroking and hitting the sensitive spots that release joy, the ebbing and flowing tides of pleasure. I adjust my position, improve the angle, my legs now around his waist, my ankles crossed, the cock now sliding in and out just the way I want it. I am holding his flexing ass with my hands, pulling him in in the in thrust, slowing him on the way out. My fingers graze his skin, slide in the crack, I press, stroke, then finger his asshole as he arches his back to lick my burning nipples.

'Fuck me harder.'

'Like this, M?'

'Yes. Good boy.'

I am so aroused now, my body so suffused with low-level pleasure that I can hardly bring myself to do what comes next. But I know that if I don't he will orgasm soon and this isn't what I have in mind now. So I stop moving, my palms firm and strong on his hips, my legs wrapped around his.

'Off, now.'

I push him up and to the side and he slides out of my drenched, throbbing cunt with a groan. I lean back down, my tongue slowly tracing the outline of his mouth, on the border where the thicker white skin meets the thin membrane covering the blood-swollen, flushed redness of the lips.

I lick along the line of his jaw to his ear, then bite the earlobe. I lick along his neck to his collarbone, then I lick my way down his sternum and belly, smooth and sleek for me.

My cock is hard, hot, covered in the slippery juices from my cunt, drops of precum glistening on top.

I lick up the shaft, all the way from the base to the swollen head, my tongue running in slow rounds about the crown, in the groove between the shaft and the head, the tip flicking down to the frenulum, pressing harder on that sensitive spot, making little circles.

He's moaning now, moves his hands down , trying to hold and direct my head, but I take them off immediately, placing each firmly on the covers next to his hips.

I reach to the bedside table drawer and pull out a pair of velvet-lined leather cuffs. I help him build up pillows under his back - I don't want him uncomfortable, it will be a while - and then snap a cuff on each of his wrists, attaching the loops to the right bedpost and one of the balusters of the headboard. He's lying near the left edge of the bed, so there is plenty of room next to him for me to stretch and move.

I want to play with my cock a little more.

It's still hard and throbbing, beautifully hot and alive under my hands. I take it in my mouth, deeper, my bottom teeth lightly grazing the underside, my fingers reaching underneath to stroke his smoothly shaven balls. I suck, the full head deep inside my mouth, just short of the place where the gag reflex starts.

I am licking around the base now, then use my teeth along the sides to come back to the top, the smooth velvet of the stretched skin hot on my lips, the eye filled with copious precum. My tongue darts to the hole on top, the stiff tip shivering in it.

Then I grab hold of the shaft and run the tip of my cock around my lips, like an obscene lipstick, the mixture of his precum and saliva coating my skin.

I can taste him so well now, a salty, astringent stickiness that makes my cunt contract with desire. He's moaning continuously now, throbbing under my tongue and I know it would take very little for him to explode.

Not yet.

It's the bedside table drawer again, and out comes a narrow, thick strip of velvet. I wrap it above his balls, then cross the ends and finish by tying around the base of the rampant cock, not too tightly but tightly enough to constrict the blood flow a little and keep him ready for me, harder, for longer.

I stand up and look at his body, stretched there on the smooth white sheets for me to play with. He's eyes are closed, head lolling to the side a little, he's biting his lower lip as I lean down towards him and tie a strip of black silk around his eyes.

I dip my fingers in my sopping cunt and slide them along his lips, slowly. His tongue extends to lap greedily, his hips bucking as he licks between my fingers and along my palm.

My other hand is on his shoulder now, the nails scratching, then digging in harder, the skin breaking as I pull. He's sucking my fingers desperately his tongue feels dry and scratchy between them, then travels up my wrist.

My nails go deeper, I am gouging a bloody line in his shoulder, and he's cringing and shaking under my hands. I can feel him straining against his binds, his body tense, shivery, hot, starting to break in sweat.

I lean over again, my right hand still slathered by his tongue, and lick gently along the marks I made. The flavour, the saltiness of the seeping serum and just the hint of the heavier, metallic taste of blood make my head spin, my body shiver.

I push my palm onto his face, covering his mouth and nose, gagging him, almost smothering for a few seconds. The wetness of my arousal is dripping down my thighs, covering them in slippery layer.

I am not sure what turns me on so much: if it's what I am doing now or what I am going to do next, or that he lets me do it, or that it excites him so much that he's panting, groaning, gasping, moaning continuously, but I'm finding it hard to control my own breathing, my whole skin flushed, my nipples hard and swollen, my clit hard and throbbing with want that borders on need, full of desire so heady that it borders on ache.

I withdraw my hands, and walk away from the bed, out of the door, closing it softly behind me.

There are some things I need now that are not in my bedside table drawer.

**

I'm back and J is just as I left him there on the bed, hands cuffed above his head, blindfolded, spread out. My cock still hard above the velvet strap I've tied it with, his legs twitching a bit at the sound of the door opening, his head moved towards me as if trying to see.

He can't, but he can hear my steps approaching the bed, followed by the sounds of a few items I place on the bedside table. He can feel the weight when I sit on the bed. He can hear the sound of the match scratch and spark. He can probably smell the faintly sweet fragrance of the pure beeswax candle I lit and if maybe even hear the tiny crackling noise made by the burning wick.

I sense his body tensing up next to me, see the muscles rippling under the smooth skin.

I run my hand on his shoulder, along the mark I left earlier. He flinches, then relaxes under my touch as my hand moves towards his neck and lower along his sternum. I scrape slightly with my nails, and he shivers, tensing up again, as if expecting a deeper scratch, but it doesn't come.

Instead I stroke his chest, move my fingers to his right nipple, roll it and tweak, then pinch. It gets harder and he breathes more rapidly, then moans.

'Be quiet,' I say and he bites his lip, his breathing deeper.

I play with his other nipple, twisting it harder. My left hand still on his right nipple, stroking gently, I pick up the glass in which the votive is melting rapidly, the liquid layer of wax opalescently transparent. I hold the glass above his chest and slowly pour the wax out. His whole body shivers when it hits, running towards his nipple, long breath turning into a short 'Aaah...' escaping, then a harder bite on his lip in an effort to comply with my earlier command.

I move the candle down, the melting heat now splattering on the softer flesh of his belly, trickling toward the thinner skin of his shaven pubis. He flinches visibly, bites his lips even harder, hips bucking; cock getting harder as my left hand slides along his side, across his groin and down, between his legs, the movement itself indicating that I want them spread wider, to rest softly on his balls, swelling between the strips of black velvet, the skin stretched and shiny, hot.

I move my fingers beyond the strap, teasing the softer area between the balls and his ass, pressing harder. I can feel his hips move again, trying to push towards my hand.

I stop the caress and slap his balls, hard, at the same time trickling the last of the wax onto the cockshaft. He flails, and lets out a short, deep gasp, a moan; whether in pain or pleasure or a twist of both I'm not sure.

That gasp itself, the way his face tenses in a brief grimace of pain, then relaxes into a moan of pleasure, the exhilarating freedom to do as I please with his body, all of that sends a jolt down my spine, my cunt contracts, hot and swollen; and I breathe deeply, refocusing my energy on my hands, away from the arousal pooling in my sex, adrenaline flooding my body, my heartbeat rapid, my whole being concentrated in my fingers.

I slap him again, on his balls, then on my cock, harder and faster, again and again, with my left hand while reaching to the bowl I've placed by the bedside with the right one. When the handful of crushed ice lands on the base of my cock he cries out loudly in shock, his body flailing. I rub it in, and he makes more noise, his body shivering. I slap his face.

'Quiet, I said.'

I reach down to the floor and pick up a pair of my panties, discarded last night, still damp with a mixture of my juices, cum and sweat. I wet them a little more in the ice bowl and roll into a gag.

'This will help to obey the orders, boy,' I say as I stuff them in his mouth, his head moving sideways, mouth closed in an instinctive attempt to avoid the gag, then yielding, opening to take it in.

I'm now sitting on my heels on the bed, next to him, my left hand on my cock again, stroking slowly, gently, the bits of cooled wax and melting ice brushed off; feeling his hardness in my hand, remembering it inside me, allowing the warm, glowing daze of desire spread from my belly through my legs and up to my chest.

He's relaxed now, head lolling to the side, breathing laboured,a little hissy, but slower, having accepted the gag. It feels like he's given in, ready to submit to my various ministrations, whatever that might be. It feels like he's there truly for me, laid flat out, ready to take all I have in mind for him.

Time to move on.

I remove my hand from my cock, a quick slap on the balls to jolt him out of the daze a little and climb over his thigh between his thighs, push his legs wide apart, knees up, his heels close to his buttocks.

I don't know where he is now, in his head, floating away in that place I can't go to but can get a sense of as my hands slide along his thighs, down to his groin and lower, below his balls. I move one hand under his butt, raise it slightly, slip a cushion under the small of his back.

Suddenly he looks different, both more vulnerable and more obscene, my bound cock stiff in front of me, a dribble of precum glistening on the shiny crown, hiss ass, smoothly shaven, exposed, his body open for me as it has not been before, his chest raising and falling slowly in exaggerated breaths. I put a glove on my right hand.

I lean down and lick his balls, then up the shaft. Slowly, my tongue flicking sideways as I move towards the top, my bottom teeth scraping along the skin, my hands keeping his thighs open. He's shivering, I can feel his breath getting faster, and by the time I get to the top, my tongue and lips enveloping the swollen head, he's attempting to thrust but I keep him pinned down to the cushion. I lick my fingers, then move my right hand down, press the fingers onto his asshole, massage around it, slide one in shallowly, then deeper, curving up, press and stroke in little circular movements. Another finger joins the first one and I can hear the growly noises emerging from his throat,from behind the gag.

My cock is throbbing between my lips now, the sticky liquid thicker, as if actual cum was slowly seeping out in tune with the movement of my finger penetrating him. He's very close and his arousal resonates through my whole body in waves of rippling pleasure, his muffled, moaning breaths, the trembling of the muscles under my hands, the whole being on the edge there, waiting for me to tip him over.

I withdraw the finger, pull the glove off, let go of my cock and sit back on my heels, watching him strain against his cuffs. I get off the bed, stand by the bedside table and pick up the short crop that I brought with me too. I swipe it across the exposed back of his thighs and his ass, a quick, swift movement that leaves a pink mark. Then again, and again, the strikes getting a little harder each time. I change the angle, this time hitting his balls and the tender area between them and the asshole.

He didn't expect it. He yelps and I can see his instinct is to draw his knees together.

No.

'Stay as you are, J. Don't move,' I say and somehow he manages to, despite more pink marks appearing on his skin, despite his whole body shaking after each swipe lands. He's doing well and his obedience turns me on even more. I'm ready. He's ready too.

I put the crop away and pick up my last toy of the morning. The shorter bulbous end slides deliciously into my throbbing, soaking wet pussy, stretching and stimulating the pleasure points inside. The eight curved, red inches of the business end stick out between my legs in a fairly impressive fashion, just under the bottom edge of my t-shirt.

I stand by the bedhead and slowly stroke the line of his jaw, then pull the panties out of his mouth. He gasps, a deeper breath and a moan, but doesn't say anything.

'You are doing well, J. Good boy,' I lean down and kiss him on the mouth, pulling his head back, my fingers in his hair, his face up, his mouth open, lips swollen. I gather some moisture pooling around the dildo in my pussy and slide my fingers along his lips. He opens his mouth, sucks greedily.

I reach to the side of his head, pull the knot loose, pull the blindfold off his face, slowly, then straighten up. He blinks rapidly, the dark eyes adjusting, then focuses on me. My stockinged foot is on the bed near his chest.

I grab the feeldoe and work the shorter end in and out of my cunt, stroking the bright red silicone shaft as if I was masturbating a real, fleshy penis.

'Like my cock, J?'

He nods, a bit unsure, a flash of anxiety in his eyes. I climb up and sit on his chest, the dildo close to his face. I lean over, the dildo brushing his lips, pushing them open. He moves his head sideways. That won't do.

'Open up, boy. You want to be fucked, you'll get fucked. Every hole.'

I'm laughing now, riding the rising wave of intense arousal, the power over him he gave me and the physical jolts of pleasure from inside my cunt combining into a torrent of desire that I can barely hold together. I slap his face with the dildo, hard, then grab his chin and pull his head back to position.

'Lick my cock, slut. Now.'

He does, at first slowly, but I raise my butt and push inside his mouth, scraping along his palate, not too deep but deep enough to make him gag a little.

'Suck it, whore. Show me how you like it.'

And now he's doing it, with considerable enthusiasm, slurpy sounds coming out of his mouth as I fuck his face, each movement and each gagging moment creating a little burst of pleasure inside me. I pull out and slide down his torso, back between his legs, my hands under my bound cock, under his butt, pushing up, spreading his legs wider, his body more open, more exposed, here for my taking, now; my lubed fingers stretching his hole, then the head of the dildo pressing against it.

His hips are moving, rocking, his back arching towards me, his breathing rapid and deep at the same time, raggedy.

'Tell me what you want, J. Ask for it.'

He moans, inarticulate at first, then words come out, staggered.

'Please... do it please... I need it... So badly... please, M... please...'

'What do you need, slut? Tell me or I'll leave you like that.'

I look down at him, my eyes fixed on his face, his head rolling from side to side, his mouth ajar. My hand lands on my cock, hot, throbbing, slick with precum. I tug hard, and he gasps in pain as my fingers clench and twist the cockhead.

'Fuck me! Fuck me... take my ass... Please, M...ooh....'

And I do what he's begging for, slowly, then harder, guided by the full force of the thrust of my hips, my hands pushing his legs even wider, his muscles relaxing, after a short while and I go in, harder, deeper, fucking his ass with strong thrusts, each of them causing him to wince and moan, pain and joy twisting, overpowering.

I'm moaning too, my face and breasts flushed, each thrusts into him mirrored by a wave of pleasure sweeping through my body, my hands on his knees, keeping them wide open.

Only when my own need starts to overwhelm I finally reach to my bound cock, pull the knot on the strap loose, my hips rotating in a swirl, my own orgasm raising inside me, my body on fire, my eyes now closed and my face contorted with an explosion of ecstasy, I'm loud, a non-articulate moan turning into a cry turning into a scream, shaking, my head thrown back, my upper body arching tautly away from his as his arches towards mine.

'Come, come for me, NOW!' I shout and slap my throbbing cock, a quick, sharp sting; this is all he needs, before even my "NOW" ends he's there, covering my hand and his belly with hot, sticky eruption of cum, writhing as he climaxes with an animal cry, his whole body convulsing, his mind gone deeper, falling into oblivion of his orgasm as the aftershocks of mine travel through my body and I'm laughing now, not at him, not at myself but out of a sheer joy of the moment.

---end (but it was only, really,a beginning)

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