We were cuddling — his head in my lap, eyes half closed, skin warm against mine. And then he said it, almost like a confession.
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“I have this fantasy…”
My fingers paused on his chest.
He looked up at me, hesitant, cheeks flushed. “Of being tied up. Teased. Denied. Not allowed to touch or cum. Just… helpless.”
My lips curled into a smile I couldn’t hide. Oh, baby.
“You just want to lie there, cock hard, and suffer?” I teased. “All at my mercy?”
He nodded.
I kissed his forehead softly. “Careful what you wish for.”
Because once I get a taste of power like that… I don’t give it back.
Three days later, I gave him a gift.
Small. Black.A remote-controlled vibrating cock ring.
I didn’t say much. Just: “Tonight. Be ready.”
And he was.
I made him strip. His body was tense, already excited. His cock thickened just under my gaze.
I told him to sit.
He obeyed.
I took my time sliding the cock ring onto him — snug around the base, tight over his balls. I could feel him twitch in my fingers. Then I slipped a blindfold over his eyes.
“Mmm,” I whispered. “You don’t get to see. Just feel.”
He shivered.
Then I knelt between his legs.
God, I love that moment — when a man can’t see what I’m about to do, but his entire body begs for it.
I licked his tip first. Just a flick of my tongue. He gasped.
Then I sucked him slowly, barely halfway into my mouth, letting my saliva coat him. My lips dragged softly over his skin as I played with the tip, teasing it, circling my tongue around the head.
Then… click.
The vibrator buzzed to life.
His body jerked instantly.
That deep hum vibrating through his cock as I slowly sucked made him squirm. He moaned, helpless.
I let my tongue dance around the slit, keeping him right there — needy, aching — and just as he started to tremble, just when he might’ve begged…
The doorbell rang.
I smiled against his cock. Pulled away slowly. Let him sit there — hard, leaking, blind.
“Perfect timing,” I said sweetly. “Rishab’s here.
When I brought Rishab into the room, my boy still sat there — blindfolded, bound, cock twitching, still buzzing gently.
I took off the blindfold.
His eyes adjusted. And then he saw us.
Me — naked. And Rishab, already hard, already amused.
“He’s been like this for a while,” I told him.
I clicked the remote. His cock jumped.
Rishab smiled. “May I?”
I handed him the remote.
“Be cruel,” I whispered.
And he was.
He started pulsing it in random patterns — short bursts, sudden strong waves. My poor boy whimpered, bucked, dripped. Every buzz pushed him closer to the edge, but never over.
I climbed into his lap, straddling him slowly. My pussy was dripping just from watching him squirm.
“You’re not allowed to cum,” I told him. “You’re just a toy now. For my pleasure.”
I slid down onto his cock.
Mmm. The warmth, the stretch, the vibrator’s hum deep inside me…
It was delicious.
Instead of bouncing, I grinded — deep, slow circles, using the vibrator under me to rub against my clit, letting his shaft fill me as I rode the buzz and the friction.
His cock pulsed inside me, swollen, desperate. I could feel how badly he wanted to cum.
I didn’t let him.
Rishab turned the remote up. The vibration hit harder, and I moaned, body shuddering as I came — hard — clenching tight around him.
But still, he wasn’t allowed to finish.
I pulled off. His cock twitched, dripping, desperate.
Then it was Rishab’s turn.
He bent me over and pressed his cock between my legs.
“I want you raw,” he growled.
“No. Condom,” I gasped.
He cursed under his breath, rolled one on, and slammed into me.
He was rough — fucking me deep, fast, his hips slapping against my ass. He reached around and buzzed the remote again. My helpless boy squirmed in the chair, eyes locked on me as another man fucked me in front of him.
Rishab made me cum again.
Then he came, hard — filling the condom full.
He pulled out slowly, the condom swollen and heavy with cum.
He walked over to the chair and dangled it in front of my boy’s face.
“Look what you didn’t get,” he teased.
Then he turned the vibrator to full power.
My boy gasped, body shaking — and finally, finally, I let him cum.
Not a wild orgasm. Not a burst. Just a pathetic dribble, his cock twitching, leaking out slow, weak spurts.
I leaned down. Kissed his tip.
“Good boy,” I whispered. “You came when we said you could.”
His body sagged, tied, spent, empty.