The Line Between

By Jeremy Binder

 

 

He did not consider himself a masochist, at least not based on what he heard or read.  Yet, she softened his resolve.  He was putty in her hands, so to speak, and she played him like a puppet, slowing stroking his cock and his mind until every thought that raced through his mind turned toward his one perceived need.  Orgasm.  He desperately needed to cum, or so he thought, but she had long ago taken control in that arena.

 

An onlooker might believe that the moment occurred as she fastened the final strand of rope to her bed frame, and to see him naked and bound with his limbs stretched tightly to the four corners of her bed, the point was difficult to argue.  However, the two lovers knew differently.  It was not ropes or leather cuffs that held him securely in her grip; it was what she did to him.  Their journey of erotic teasing and torment had cemented his will.  He placed himself in her hands, despite knowing how difficult she would make it for him to endure.  Her angelic Southern voice spilt words and images into his mind that left him no choice but to submit to her wonderful and devilish antics.  She had won his devotion, the very first time she bound him and teasingly tantalized his sensitive cock.  The things he now willingly performed and endured in order to please her or feel her touch were beyond both their imaginations.

 

"Anika, please pinch them harder."

 

His urgency and desperation.  Even she was amazed.  She watched him.  She watched his chest heave up and down.  She watched his panicked breathing.  With every calculation she made to get him to this point, she never expected this response.  She squeezed his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.  Her hands shook with the effort.  He gasped, but thrust his hips toward her.

 

She crawled down his body, kissing his tender nipples and then biting them once more for good measure.  He gasped in surprise.  She lessened her grip with her teeth and gently sucked and chewed on his tiny hard nipples.  He gasped each time the clenched her teeth.  The pain sent shock waves between his nipples, brain, and cock, which stirred again.  She had been teasing him for almost three hours.  She reached down between his legs, and wrapped her fingers delicately around his shaft.  She loved to feel him grow hard in her hand.

 

She tired of playing with his nipples and crawled further down his stretched and bound body kissing his chest and stomach along the way.  When her face lie inches from his sex, she paused.  She gazed from between his legs up his torso.  The olive skin of his legs and abdomen were covered with a thin blanket of dark hair.  She never understood why his body hair turned her on.  Perhaps she found it manly, or perhaps because it was such a stark contrast to her own body.  Against his dark complexion rising urgently between his thighs were his bare and pinkish cock and balls.  She had shaven him earlier, and his balls looked like swollen eggs.  His bareness left him looking completely vulnerable.  She loved the way his cock danced before her.  She slowly and lightly tickled his scrotum, causing him to jump.  She slowly ran her fingertips up and down his shaft a few times before drawing circles with her index finger round and round his cockhead.  Finally, she wrapped several her thumb and forefinger gently around his shaft and slid her ringed fingers up and down his shaft.  His cock looked harder than usual.  She wondered if it was her imagination.  His private scent drew her lips closer and closer to the tiny spot just below the head of his cock that she knew would drive him crazy.  She drew a line with her tongue from the beneath his balls along their seam to the tip of his cock, until she caught his corona with the tip of her tongue.  She flicked it, and he sharply drew his breath.  They both knew what lie ahead, and while she felt pure excitement at the thought, his feelings were a combination of excitement and fear.  She had brought him to the edge a dozen times over the last hour.  This time would be no different, except for his increased level of desperation and greater sincerity of his begging.

 

She licked him again.  His cock was so hard!  His cockhead was so engorged that its shiny purple skin covering looked as if it might tear.  Bound as he was, he was completely vulnerable to her attack.  She licked without urgency.  He had taught her this, for which he both praised and cursed himself.  She licked him again, lightly dragging the tip of her tongue around the corona of his cockhead and then back down the length of his engorged shaft.

 

"Anika, please more."

 

He was getting to that place again.  She could tell.  Hell, anyone could tell had they been watching.  She wrapped her lips gently around his cockhead and sucked slowly and carefully.  He could blow at any moment.  Not yet.  She was not finished with him.  She was determined to tease him this time until she erased from his mind the line between pleasurable teasing and excruciating torture.  His words had long ago become inaudible.  He moaned and pleaded between ragged breaths.  She loved this.  She lost herself in this place that only she could lead him to and from.  It was the most delicious and exquisite torture in the world.  She released his cock from her wet mouth and blew a light stream of air where her tongue had been.

 

"Anika, pleeeeaaaase touch me.  Pleeeaaaase!"

 

"I am touching you, baby."

 

"Please don't stop.  Touch me!"

 

"Baby, calm yourself.  You know I have no intention of stopping.  I won't stop until Sunday."

 

Sunday, another 12 hours.  Anika did not know if she could keep this up another five minutes let alone through the night, but she would never tell him that.  It was nearly impossible to keep him so close to the edge without mistakenly pushing him over the edge, which would ruin her plans, but somehow she managed.  She sucked the length of his cock into her mouth again, and Jeremy wailed.  This was her favorite part, completely uninhibited sexual freedom.  She could no longer distinguish between loving tenderness and erotic sadism.  She timed her strokes, carefully keeping him near the edge.  She felt his heat radiate from his penis, as it quivered against her tongue.  Despite her compassion for him, she would show no mercy tonight.  He may not believe it now, but he had wanted this, and once they began their journey, her need to see him suffer, the power she felt, her ability to command his complete submission, grew in her like a consuming fire.  She fed on her desire, as she played his finely tuned body.

 

His composure left him.  She so easily took him to this place.  She knew exactly how to touch him.  She knew precisely what to whisper into his ear.  She owned him, which was inevitable, given his reactions to her touch.  In fact, she told him this would happen, when they first met, even though neither of them knew exactly what she meant.  Yet, here they were.  With his wrists and ankles encased in soft leather and pulled tightly to the four corners of her bed, his eyes blanketed with a black silk scarf and his body glistening with sweat from tugging on his bonds in an attempt to get closer to her touch.  She sucked his cock and lingered with her tongue rubbing up and down inside her mouth, there before pulling away.

 

“Anika, no, please touch me.  I can’t stand it!”

 

She loved the terror he felt each time she broke contact with his penis.  Jeremy never knew if she would allow him to cum or make him wait until next time they made love, or longer.  Anika loved instilling that fear.  Honestly, he loved it too.  There was nothing more exciting than for her to keep him this way, for her to decide his fate.

 

She crawled up his body.  She needed to feel his tongue on her clit.

 

"Anika, please don't stop touching me!"

 

She said nothing.

 

She pressed her clit toward his tongue.  He thought better of complaining and gently lapped at her.  He lifted his head and tried his best to please her.  Despite his desperation, which his cock clearly demonstrated, bobbing wildly into the air screaming for attention, he felt complete adoration for her.  No one had ever done this to him.  No one had ever made him feel this way.  He worshipped her, drawing circles along the edge of her hood in an urgent attempt to give her the orgasm that he desperately craved for himself.  She urged him on and quickly felt a tightness building between her thighs.

 

"Baby, you know if I cum, we're all done until tomorrow morning," she teased.

 

"No, please don't.  Don't stop touching me.  Anika, please."

 

"Jeremy, you want me to cum, don’t you?  Why would you deprive me?"

 

He refocused between her legs, grabbing her clit between his lips and pulling it into his mouth against his tongue.  He rubbed her swollen bud with the flat of his tongue, slowly and lightly at first, then building in intensity.

 

In the end, their game would end as she saw fit.  In the beginning of their relationship, she had a difficult time making the leap from teasing and pleasing him to relentlessly teasing him and leaving him unfulfilled, but the rewards had been worth it.  She knew that no matter how desperately he felt he needed to cum, she had softened his will, and he would abide by her decision.  Despite his painfully hard erection waving for attention, all he could think about at this moment was making her happy.  The elation he felt when she cascaded over the edge was more powerful than the need he felt between his legs.  He wanted to make her cum.  He wanted it more than anything.  To please her.  Perhaps he truly was submissive.  There was nothing he could do to relieve his agony.  He had asked for this, long ago.  There were times when he regretted his decision, but this fantasy lie in her hands, and she would decide its ending.

 

She pressed against his tongue, "Coax it from me, Jeremy.  I’m so close!"

 

Damn her!  She always knew what to say.  He was so confused.  He did not want this to end, but knew it would.  His cock begged him to stop and try to convince her to touch him one more time.  More powerful, however, was his need to make her orgasm.  He only wanted to please her now.  He silently begged her with his tongue against her very swollen clit.  Imagine it!  He was determined to finish her off, so that he could spend the rest of the night suffering in quiet torment.  He sucked slowly and firmly on her clit.  To her, this was the most seductive feeling in the world.  The combination of his tongue and mouth felt like a small suction cup against her nerve center imploring her to let go.

 

She ripped off his blindfold.  She wanted to see his eyes.  She wanted him to look at her.  She grabbed his sore nipples and clenched.  He no longer cringed with pain.  He was past that.  He had a wild look in his eyes.

 

"Pinch them harder," he growled.

 

She did.  The moment was no longer tender.  She gripped his nipples and pulled herself forcefully onto his dancing tongue.  He held her tightly with his mouth and his will.  The desperation of his predicament was completely overshadowed by the elation he felt as she tensed her stomach and thighs and spasmed.  Her eyes rolled back and, with a cry, she released her tension from deep inside her.  She came for moments, then collapsed on top of him and held him tightly.  He tried to reach for her, but was reminded once more that he was bound.

 

He felt her relief.  His desperation left him momentarily.  They kissed a warm thank you and closed their eyes.  He felt the peacefulness of evening, as they lay together.  His lopsided breathing subsided.  His nipples were swollen, but the pain was gone.  His cock calmed for a moment, but eventually tightness and throbbing returned, especially when Anika casually rested her fingertips across his shaft.  He did not feel the same desperate throbbing he had felt when her fingers and tongue tantalized him.  This was more of an uncomfortable and constant reminder of what she did to him, of what she could do to him any time.  This was their life.

 

This was how they played.  He never imagined that anyone could do this to him, for him.  He smiled.  He felt relaxed and tense at the same time, yet he felt peaceful.  He needed something.  He needed release.  He needed to climax.  Yet, he knew he would not.  Not until Sunday.  He loved and hated this feeling, and his ambivalence was part of her plan.  He felt her embrace and knew its meaning.  She was tired, and their playtime was over until tomorrow morning.  He knew his journey through the evening would be as difficult as the last several hours, but there was nothing for him to do except endure it.  He was hers.  His cock was hers, and he wanted nothing more.

 

Damn her.  Damn, damn, damn her.  She was a gift from heaven.