The Arrangement

They had an arrangement, an agreement. She was only allowed to cum when he gave permission, but that was not as often as she liked. They didn’t live together so there was many a night when she slept alone, wanting his touch. So he agreed to give her a certain amount each week she could have by herself. He had been generous, giving her more than she could make in a week, even the horny ones.

This particular week she was on a little bit of a restriction. She had forgotten to ask on her specified night for her allotted orgasms for the week and so she was docked a few, given 5 for the week. She was good for the first part of the week, only having 3 by Friday. But Saturday caught her off guard and she used her last two during the day, leaving none for that evening.

The thought of begging for more was excruciating, she hated to beg. But she asked anyway, deciding to take the hit if needed. He granted 2 more after getting a rather creative reason as to why she should have more; she was thinking of him and got carried away, all too true for her. That was one for Saturday night and one more for Sunday.

Saturday night’s orgasm was spectacular with thoughts of his hands roaming her body, trailing along her thighs, her nipples, her inner lips. She asked her thoughts for permission to cum and his voice in her head answered, “Cum for me, my little one.” The stars swam before her eyes and she fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Sunday was a cleaning day, but she took a moment to herself. She had just spoken to him on the phone and his voice reminded her of the night before. She went into her room, closed the door, and turned off the lights. She lay down with her Hitachi and let the low speed work its magic on her clit. Just before her orgasm, she turned it to high and the wave of her pleasure crashed into that one point on her body, making it sing with excitement. She was so spent that she didn’t even bother to remove the Hitachi from its place nor turn it off, and the high speed worked her sensitive clit into a frenzy once more. In her head, he was watching, and smiling, so she spread her legs to him, pressed the toy harder to her button, and came once more, holding back her screams.

When the afterglow subsided, she realized what she’d done. She’d gone over her allotment for the week! She had to tell him and he was going to be so angry. Should she tell him now or when she called to ask how many she would be allowed this next week? The best thing to do is be upfront and honest, tell him now. So she texted him knowing he was probably busy and not able to talk. When the bells chimed for his response she was hesitant to pick up the phone. He was angry and disappointed, and she would be punished. But how?

She spent the whole week pondering over her punishment, wondering what his devious mind had cooked up. Would it be painful? Would it be deprivation? Would she enjoy it or truly feel punished? She was nervous when the weekend rolled around, knowing her punishment was close at hand.

They took off for a weekend away. When they got to their destination, he had her carry the bags in while he checked in. She was told to put the clothes away and not touch the toy bag. So she did, neatly folding the clothes or hanging them in the closet. When he arrived at the room, he told her to get undressed and place the reading chair in the middle of the room.

“Wow, you’re not wasting any time,” she said with a lilt in her voice.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion on this matter,” he replied softly with a hint of danger in his eyes. She put her eyes on the floor and said, “Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

She got undressed quickly, folding her clothes in the corner, and moved the wood and upholstered chair to the middle of the floor.

“Make sure it’s facing the TV.”

“Yes Sir.”

When that was done, he told her to sit in the chair as he pulled rope out of the toy bag. As she sat down, he immediately began tying her feet to the legs of the chair, next her hands. Her heart was racing, excitement building. She was wary of the TV but not sure why. Why was the TV so important? It was not long before she found out.

“Now, my little pet, you are going to watch a movie with me.”

“Yes Sir.”

The TV clicked on and the DVD player opened its tray. He placed a DVD in the tray and stepped back to the bed. When the menu came up, she realized what was about to happen; she was going to have to watch her favorite porn and not touch herself at all! What a punishment! This would be torture.

And it was. With each familiar scene of hot sex, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, start to feel the tingly sensations in her loins. She attempted to loosen the ropes slightly but to no avail; he had made sure she was going no where. And so she started to rock her hips ever so slightly in time with the moaning of the main character. This beautiful blonde was being eaten by a gorgeous red head with a long tongue and expert fingers.

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back at a sharp angle. “No, no little pet, no movement allowed. You must simply sit and watch.”

And so she did, panting and feeling flushed all the way to the last fade out and the credits. She let out a sigh of relief that it was over.

“Oh you don’t think it’s over, do you?”

“I guess not, Sir,” she couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of her voice.

“Oh I’m far from done with you.”

He untied her, stood her up, and took her over to the bed. He laid her down and proceeded to use his special talents on her body. He licked her neck, kissed her deeply, sucked on her collar bone. When he got to her breasts, he circled slowly, teasing the nipple until it was rock hard, then taking it full in his mouth and putting pressure on it with his teeth. Her back arched and she moaned, pressing his head harder to her chest. If this is punishment, she thought, he can punish me all day every day!

He continued his decent to her legs. He kissed his way to her feet and back up again. When he reached her mound, he once again took his time, teasing her to the point of exasperation. He stopped, lifted his head, and said with that menacing tone of his, “Don’t you even think about asking to cum, you will NOT be granted permission.”

“WHAT?” She couldn’t help it, it just came out. How could he expect her not to cum?

“You heard what I said and you know what I meant.”

She made no response because it was at that moment he started his attack on her clit. He was wasting no time getting her to the point of no return. Normally he was relaxed, but he seemed in a hurry tonight. She fought it as long as she could, thinking of bunnies and controlling her breathing. But he knew all her spots, all her buttons, and he was pushing them hard tonight. As her legs started to quiver, she knew she was going to lose this battle. She pressed her hips up and gave a final “Oh shit!”

He stopped. Just before, right at the brink, he stopped, and rolled off her. He moved to the head of the bed, right next to her face, and lowered himself into her mouth. “Now you’ll give me what I want.”

She sucked his hard shaft for all she was worth. She used her tongue, her lips, her teeth, and her hands to pleasure his dick like never before. He was moaning, and thrusting in time with her strokes. She smiled at this, perhaps she could redeem herself. Then, he moved back and took himself away from her.

“Spread your legs and put a pillow under your ass,” he said with that token growl in his voice. He was hot, and horny, and he was ready to cum. She could see it in his eyes like a madness, like a fire. “Once again, don’t even think about asking permission, this is all for me.”

He placed himself at her entrance and sat for a second, looking into her eyes. He looked like he was going to say something, so she tilted her head slightly. At that moment, he thrust his cock full force into her quivering pussy. Her eyes closed and her head shot back, her mouth opening in a gasp.

“Look at me, don’t you dare take your eyes off me!” He was demanding and a little angry, so she did as she was told. He fucked her hard, slapping himself against her with enough force to rock the bed. It was so hard to keep her eyes open, much less focused on him. He never fucked her hard straight out of the gate, never. But tonight he was wild, like an animal in heat, only interested in the pleasure he was getting. The only problem was that this was a BIG turn on for her too. To be used in bed was just what she needed sometimes. Tonight was one of those nights.

She felt her orgasm building and again tried to fight it. She kept her eyes glued to him, breathing in time to his hard thrusts. Even through all her willpower, he seemed to be trying to fuck the orgasm out of her. The calmer she tried to make her body, the harder he fucked her. Finally, he told her to turn over and entered her from behind. He became a piston, his hard dick ramming in and out of her wet pussy. She was helpless, feeling the coming crescendo and powerless to stop it.

With his final hard thrust, he let out a guttural cry, a primal sound of release, and she followed him with one of her own. Their mixed pleasure was so intense that the two of them shuddered with each other for some time after they were spent. When he lay down beside her, she curled up into a ball and scooted to his side. She spoke very softly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to follow your orders to a ‘T’ Sir. You brought me to a place where I couldn’t stop it anymore.”

“I know, pet, that was the point. You don’t get to cum until I do.”

“Is this a new rule between us?”

“It will be for the time being.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”