Her finger slid down my chest and stomach, the contact seemed to burn a line down my skin as it continued to tingle even when I leaned into to get a kiss. She pulled away from me then walked away, showing her fully exposed ass. Once again, my jaw dropped. Her ass looked fucking delicious and I struggled to try and slip my hands through the handcuffs but Demi had tightened them as much as they could go on my wrists without hurting me. She came around to the other side of the bed and crawled over to me. I could feel the blood rushing south as she climbed into my lap, her boobs so damn close yet still unable to touch. Her fingers slid into my hair before they grabbed the locks of my hair, pushing my head against the headboard. She told me that I'd get what I wanted if I obeyed. I could only nod as she pressed her ass down against my lap. She moved in and finally kissed me but only for the briefest moment before her teeth sunk into my lip. My eyes flew open at the pain but her hips continued to move again my lap. I'd take a cut lip over her stopping her movements against my lap. I forced myself not to groan when she pulled away and walked over to the iPod dock. I had a full view of her ass again which admittedly wasn't too bad a consolation for her leaving me here. If only I could just touch it!
She walked back over to me as Demi turned on Sex Therapy, which was basically the theme song for our sex life. She began to dance, swinging her hips back and forth as her hand ran over her body and singing along with the chorus. By now, I was already rock hard and aching. Not only aching, I was throbbing. Her hand reached her pussy and she moaned as she clearly hit the sweet spot. God, I wanted to touch her! I lied, THIS is why I never let her be in control! It's too much torture! She walked over to me and I prayed she was going to let me touch her in some way or another. My prayers were answer as she gripped my hair and pulled me down to her nipple. I immediately latched my lips around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. I sucked earnestly, not knowing when she would pull away from me to tease me some more. The distraction of sucking her nipple took my mind off the throbbing in my pants. Her hand gripped painfully at my hair as she pulled me away from her nipple long enough to push me against the other. This time I flicked my tongue over her nipple, swirled my tongue around it then out of an act of rebellion, I bit into it. Demi gasped probably from the pain mixed with pleasure. It took her a second to compose herself and to pull my head away from her breasts. I didn't know if my punishment would come in the form of her simply moving away from me or biting me again or what. She backed away from me again and started dancing to the song that was playing now.
She walked back over to me as Demi turned on Sex Therapy, which was basically the theme song for our sex life. She began to dance, swinging her hips back and forth as her hand ran over her body and singing along with the chorus. By now, I was already rock hard and aching. Not only aching, I was throbbing. Her hand reached her pussy and she moaned as she clearly hit the sweet spot. God, I wanted to touch her! I lied, THIS is why I never let her be in control! It's too much torture! She walked over to me and I prayed she was going to let me touch her in some way or another. My prayers were answer as she gripped my hair and pulled me down to her nipple. I immediately latched my lips around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. I sucked earnestly, not knowing when she would pull away from me to tease me some more. The distraction of sucking her nipple took my mind off the throbbing in my pants. Her hand gripped painfully at my hair as she pulled me away from her nipple long enough to push me against the other. This time I flicked my tongue over her nipple, swirled my tongue around it then out of an act of rebellion, I bit into it. Demi gasped probably from the pain mixed with pleasure. It took her a second to compose herself and to pull my head away from her breasts. I didn't know if my punishment would come in the form of her simply moving away from me or biting me again or what. She backed away from me again and started dancing to the song that was playing now.
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