"Patience. Like I said, I want to draw it out. I will, however, give you a preview."
Reaching down, he unfastened his zipper, freeing his shaft from his pants. The sight of it made my whole body throb. Although I hadn't laid a finger on him, he was stiff as iron.
With tantalising slowness, he began to stroke himself, gripping the base firmly in his fist and working up and down. I'd never watched a man masturbate before. It had never seemed particularly appealing when we could be doing other things, but just a few moments with Sebastian showed me how wrong I'd been. This was off-the-charts hot, and made hotter by the fact that it was my body he was staring at. With every flick of his wrist, his cock seemed to swell just a little more.
"Don't stop," he said, and I realised that I had. The sight was so captivating that I'd forgotten my own pleasure. "But remember, you have to restrain yourself. If you come before I say so, there will be repercussions."
I resumed, now acutely aware of how close I was to the edge. I was doing my best to restrain myself, but the whole experience was so sensual that I didn't know if I could hold back. Our passions seemed to feed off one another, and as his pleasure mounted, so did my own. I loved staring into his eyes, watching him react as I performed for him, knowing that I was having the same effect on him. We weren't touching at all, but nonetheless there was a sense of connection to the situation that rivalled anything else I'd shared with him.
Our rhythms synchronised. As he stroked up, I thrust in. With every passing moment, my longing to have the real thing inside me grew. I burned for it. Despite the distance between us, in my head he was already buried eight inches deep, unravelling me with that tender ferocity as only he could.
Soon, I couldn't take any more. The charge pulsing between my legs threatened to overwhelm me. "I'm close."
His eyes narrowed. "Did I say you could come?"
"Please," I moaned, shifting the vibrator restlessly. I tried to move it to a less direct angle, but every part of me was humming by now, begging for release. "Please."
"Take out the vibrator, Sophia." The sudden sharpness in his voice caused me to slow. It was the same deep tone he'd used with Hannah the first night we'd met, that heavy command that seemed to echo right through me. Impossible to resist.
Mustering a mammoth amount of self-control, I withdrew the toy, my pussy clenching in protest.
"Better." He got to his feet and slid onto the bed and pinned my arms behind my head, capturing me beneath him. Leaning down, he planted several soft kisses along my neck. "Thank you for the show," he murmured into my ear. "It was wonderful, but now I think I want to take over."
"I think I'd like that," I replied.
Leaving one hand gripping my wrists, he brought the other down and wrapped it around his cock once more, guiding it between my legs until it was just an inch from entering me. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes." It took all my restraint not to take matters into my own hands and push myself onto him.
"You'll have to do better than that," he replied, easing his length closer still until the crown was resting softly against my lips. "Ask for it," he continued.
"Please, I want your cock. I want you to fuck me." The words came without the slightest hesitation. He had rendered me utterly shameless with desire.
He began to rub himself up and down, dipping towards my opening, before climbing again to tease my swollen trigger. The sensation was exquisite, almost to the point of pain; perfectly measured to tease, but never summon my release. I let out a strangled cry, a kind of desperate plea that came from deep down inside me where there were no words.
"I'll give you what you want, Sophia. I'll fuck you until you don't remember your own name." He brought his hand up to brush my cheek, staring down into my eyes. "But not just yet."
Before I realised what was happening, his hands slipped under the pillow, and something cold and metallic clicked into place around my wrists. I let out a surprised squeak. I'd known handcuffs were probably going to be part of the deal at some point, but nonetheless the sensation was a little frightening. These weren't your stereotypical fluffy, pink, 'I'm a kinky housewife' restraints. These were the real deal. There was no give, no softness or sensuality, just the implacable strength of steel.
Rather than simply pinning my arms in place, this time my bonds were linked to the bed frame. Not only was I restricted from using my hands, I couldn't escape, even if left alone. He had me at his mercy for as long as he desired.
To my credit, I managed to keep my mouth shut. I'd come to realise that surprises were just part of the experience with Sebastian. I simply had to trust that he'd never take me too far too fast.
"Perfect," he said, leaning backwards to admire his handiwork. "Now you're completely mine." His hands began to unfasten my buttons, chased by his mouth, licking and teasing the freshly exposed skin. Shock had temporarily sent my arousal scurrying to the back of my head, but the moment his lips touched me, it began pushing its way to the front again.
"This is mine," he said, planting a soft kiss across the centre of my belly. "And this," he continued, brushing his lips along the curve of my hips.
My shirt fell open, and he paused, savouring the sight of my lingerie. Thanks to my newfound obsession with sexy underwear, the bra I was wearing was rather low cut, and while the handcuffs prevented him from unfastening it completely, it didn't take more than a soft tug to pull the cups down slightly, exposing my hardened nipples. "And these are definitely mine," he said, taking one into his mouth and teasing the peak with his tongue.
I desperately wanted to reach out and push his head between my legs, but of course I couldn't. He could take as much time as he wanted. And he took ample advantage.
With agonising slowness he continued to work his way around my body, seemingly intent on leaving no stone untouched. He was a master of his craft, steadily stoking the fire inside me, but never letting it flare too much. I writhed against him, pleading for the climax that lay just out of reach, but he simply smiled. "This is what it is to submit, Sophia," he said. "To put your pleasure in the hands of another and trust that they'll take care of you." I had no answer for that. As maddening as it was, I knew he was right.
The exquisite foreplay continued. I lost all track of time. Soon, every inch of my skin was flushed and tingling. He was clearly enjoying watching me come undone. I started to think maybe he was never going to let me come, that he'd leave me chained there all night, a squirming, flustered wreck. But finally his kisses began to hone in on the soft flesh of my inner thighs.