Testing Limits - Sex Stories

Testing Limits

... at the top of my thigh, slowly moving them downwards. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would have felt a little apprehensive to pleasure myself in front of him; despite the fact that he’d seen me in all sorts of ways. But my body was so desperate and needy and a quiet moan broke out from my throat as I ran my middle finger between my cleft; instantly covering my finger in my own arousal. I teased my entrance with small circles and my wetness sounded out in the now quiet room. “That’s it, darling” Matt breathed out heavily; eyes still set upon my own. “Go a little deeper for me.” I pushed my finger inside of myself and teased my hot walls with the same circular motions. “Good girl,” he encouraged. “Tell me how good it feels.” “So good,” I whispered. Without taking his eyes off of me, he undid the buckle of his belt and popped the top button of his jeans open. The zip fell open and I caught a glimpse of his bare length; no underwear beneath his jeans. He moved the left side of his jeans apart further and pulled his cock free so that it was resting firmly against the white material of his t-shirt. The contrast of his tan-pink skin upon white was so incredible to see; flushing a slightly deeper crimson as it neared the swollen head. Yet once free from his jeans, his hands resumed their place back on his thighs, and with dark pink lips and even darker eyes, he sat and watched me play until my middle fingers were wet to my knuckles and I was moaning and squirming with pleasure. A ...

... strangled cry slipped past my lips as I felt my body heating and tightening with an insatiable need to come. I looked up at him through heavy lids and he was watching me with such intense concentration; mouth ends set upwards ever so slightly. “Don’t come,” he ordered calmly. I mewled pathetically. My mind was d***k on pleasure; in a completely different world. I could hear Matt’s words, but I couldn’t get my body to adhere to them. There was only one thing that I could focus on, and that was riding my climax through to the orgasm that had been building from deep within since the very first minutes of being tied to this chair. With a few touches to my clit, I’d be there, and as I slipped my fingers from my wet flesh and drew them over the hypersensitive bundle of nerves, I moaned with heady relief.“Hailey,” Matt admonished. His voice was rough and thick with warning and as my legs began to shake, he launched himself forwards on to his feet and grabbed my wrists; holding them in one of his hands as he used the other to whip his belt from its loops. I strained as I tried to pull my hands from his. His grip tightened even more so as the leather swept through the air, and before I could process any of my own thoughts, he was binding the belt around my arms and the back of the chair. “So greedy,” he scolded with his lips just moments from mine as he pulled the belt tightly. “What happened to your self control?” He then slapped the area between my legs hard. My stomach muscles clenched ...