She kept her mouth open wide as the vibrator hummed away at her overstimulated clit. She could feel the stickiness of his previous climaxes drying on her face, but she had no way of cleaning it off. Her hands were tied to the bed frame.

He stepped up close to her and shoved his cock into her mouth without warning. She narrowly avoided gagging after having no time to prepare.

"Guess who's hard again?" he said in a singsong voice. "Well, I suppose it's not much a guess, considering that my cock is deep in your throat."

She groaned around his cock as he used her mouth with efficiency.

"You know, my love, if you'd simply gotten up this morning and laid down on the couch with a book or flipped the tv on, then you wouldn't be here. But someone's incapable of resting on her first days off in three years and decides she's going to rearrange the furniture on her own. I find this to be unacceptable."

She tried to mumble an apology around his cock.

He patted her head. "No need to apologize, baby, I should've down better. You just can't rest without supervision. Don't worry, I won't make the mistake again." He thrust his hips faster and faster in her face. "Oh, fuck, that's it. Fuck I'm going to come."

Just as he was about to ejaculate he pulled his cock out and finished with his hand, leaving the stick mess covering her face. She whimpered in humiliation. He squatted in front of her and turned the vibe back to high and tightening the ropes so it was right against her clit. She groaned in pleasure.

He ran his hand down her arm. "I'm going to insure you rest these next few months, my love. Don't you worry about a thing. You boss, Samantha, is coming over to stay with us and help out. She was very interested when I told her about your needs and fantasies about her.”