I turn groggily in bed and cuddle into his shoulder, my hand running over his chest. He puts his arm around me instinctively and I wrapped my leg into his, getting as close as possible. My hand starts roaming his body, from his thighs, up his torso, through his chest, around his neck and back down again, purposefully avoiding but getting oh-so-close to his rock hard cock which I know he desperately wants me to grab.

"You're going to pay for all that teasing," he says.

I giggle and run my hand up his cock this time, I am a good girl after all. I love feeling how firm it is in my hand, it's thickness, and can't help but give it an excited squeeze. I kiss down his chest to his stomach and finally the very tip of his cock. Soft, gentle kisses all the way down the shaft. His dick twitching, aching to be enveloped in my mouth, but I take my time. I nuzzle into his balls, rub my face all over them, lick softly up the shaft before taking just the thick juicy head in my mouth. I suck it with a loud pop and then give him what I know he has wanted since opening his eyes--I take him fully into my mouth, as deep as it will go, letting him press into the back of my throat as my tongue laps at the shaft. I hear a sexy groan that makes my pussy twitch.

I've had my fun, I get into the rhythm that I know he loves. Let my saliva coat his cock as sloppily as possible, purse my lips, and let them slide smoothly over the head, all the way down, and back. I moan a little, and shift myself to straddle his leg so I can rub my desperate pussy on it. But I'm still focusing on the task at hand. I pause briefly to pick up my hair and keep going steadily, enjoying every inch of his hard cock. I'm fully in the zone, watching as his balls fill and tighten, the craving for his cum growing in parallel, when he grabs me by the hair and pulls up. I whimper. "Not today baby girl" with a mischievous look in his eyes. Another whimper. "Stay."

My pussy is dripping as he leaves the bed but I do as I'm told and stay kneeling right where he left me. He comes back with my collar, leash, vibrator and some rope. Even though I'm still feeling the absence of his thick shaft in my mouth, I love being collared. His hands around my neck as he puts it on are electrifying, my nipples get hard and every pore of my skin is on alert.

"Come with me" he says forcefully but lovingly. He leads me by the leash to the large round coffee table outside. "Get on all fours facing the wall and let me admire your pussy while I make my coffee."

I do. Feeling incredibly exposed and wondering if he can see how wet I am, smell it perhaps. I can't tell whether he's looking or completely ignoring me since I'm turned the other way. Either idea turns me on. His eyes on my exposed holes, or being ignored like a toy that he isn't ready to use yet, either way my pussy keeps clenching and twitching, aching to be filled if only with one of his fingers. I hear him start the kettle and then walk back to me. He runs his hand up my thigh, ever so lightly grazing my pussy lips. My back archs, I can't help but push my hungry cunt toward his hand. He reaches down and gives my neat trimmed bush a slight pet. I think I might scream with frustration and desire. He caresses the back of my thighs and my ass, only ever slightly grazing my pussy but letting me know without having to look that he is inspecting and admiring his property. His hands leave my body and I hear a vibrator start. He runs it gently down my pussy lips, still no more than a tease, and then mercifully uses the rope to tie it to my thigh so that the tip is right on my clit.

I am moaning almost immediately, arching my back and adjusting my hips to have some control over the intensity of the vibrations. He leans down toward my ear and whispers, "No cumming." Another whimper. "Yes, sir."

He goes back to making coffee while I wiggle, writhe and moan. I'm incredibly turned on. I'm not quite at a point where I might accidentally cum, but I am at a point where I would do absolutely anything to have his cock inside of me. My mind inevitably runs through the list, thinking of anything I might offer, and anything he might take, in exchange for an orgasm.

It doesn't feel like too long before he returns. He tugs me gently by the leash, making me stand, and seats me reclined on an armchair now. The vibrator is still on my clit, my legs are spread and tied to the legs of the chair limiting my movement, and something about the new position makes it more intense. He stands back to watch and I can feel my orgasm building now under his stare.

"You're dripping on my chair," he says as he leans down to run his hand over my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. It is more than I can handle. "Still no cumming? Please, sir?" "No cumming." He says this very close to me. I can feel and smell his breath and every single sensation wants to throw me over the edge. He pulls back and stands, watching, sipping his coffee peacefully as I writhe in pleasure. I know I'm on the edge, I try to adjust my posture to make the vibrations less intense, and it works, I could probably sit in such a way that would not push me over the edge, but I don't have the self-discipline. I want so badly to cum, and it is so close.

"Sir..." I gasp quietly as my orgasm rolls over me. Whatever I intended to say does not make it out. It is intense, and made more intense as I can feel his gaze on me through every powerful wave. I think briefly about how badly I need his hand around my neck, his cock buried inside me to the hilt, but of course this is no time for requests. I am being bad, and his look is enough to convey everything. My orgasm ends but the vibrator is still on my sensitive clit. "You will be punished." He grabs my leash again and leads me up the stairs...I have an idea what might come next.