Page 92 of Corruption
Alison had an uncanny ability to dominate with her words, but I wasn’t particularly offended. She continued to distract me by running her tongue along the clamp and my nipple.
“But pleasure can turn painful after too many rounds, or did you not beg me to stop when I kept making you come all night?” I retorted.
Alison moved back, glaring a bit before leaning down and biting my neck hard.
“Shit!” I snarled, trying to turn away, but she dug her teeth deeper, causing me to thrust involuntarily. A soft whimper escaped her lips, but her body weight kept me from moving more than an inch. Alison tugged at my skin as punishment for speaking back, then leaned back, looking quite pleased with herself. Her hair was now down, and it flowed over her shoulders like a beautiful dance, teasing my skin with its gentle caress. I was surprised at how I couldn’t help but take in the sight of her on top of me, completely in control, and looking like an absolute goddess.
Alison had always been beautiful, and it wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed it before. Everyone did. However, that beauty had always been overshadowed by the ugliness within her. Yet, in that moment, she carried an allure I had never noticed before. I found myself staring at her, captivated by her presence, until she began to smile. Quickly, I averted my gaze and tried to pull myself free once more.
“Maybe I’ll just edge you for hours, making you beg for it but never giving it to you,” I suggested.
“Good plan, but you’re not free yet,” she reminded me before lifting herself up and then sliding back down, stealing every ounce of my strength once more.
“Do that again,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. It just felt too good.
“No, beg me for it.”
“I don’t beg, Alison! I will never beg you for anything again. You will move because I tell you to!” I asserted, my frustration building. She shook her head, biting her lower lip with excitement. Her enjoyment of the situation was evident, and that little smile of hers was almost adorable. I chastised myself internally, reminding myself to stay focused. I pulled at the restraints again, but Alison managed to distract me once more, lifting herself just a few inches and then sliding back down.
“You really should be careful. I’m getting close,” I warned her, feeling the intensity building. She smiled at me, slipped two of her fingers into her mouth, and then moved them down her body to find her needy clit. She began touching herself right in front of me, and my eyes were fixed on the erotic sight, causing me to forget about my attempts to break free.
“Oh, fuck,” she panted, bringing herself to an orgasm right before my eyes. It became painfully clear how little control I had as I felt her tighten around me, her pussy trying to milk the cum from my balls, but it wasn’t enough. I needed her to move.
“Alison!” I groaned.
She smiled at me as she slowly came down, then lifted her fingers to my lips, running her release all over them. I acted quickly, taking her fingers into my mouth, then biting down on them firmly, making sure she felt the pinch. The warning in my eyes was unmistakable.
“Would you bite them off?” she asked me.
I shrugged, biting a little harder, but she didn’t release me. I could see her mind working, contemplating how far I would go and trying to figure out the best way to regain control. Something seemed to click in her mind, and a mischievous smile crossed her lips. She lifted herself again, this time higher, before taking me deep once more. My eyes closed, and I moaned around her fingers.
“You know if you come, you won’t be able to come for a while, so even if you do get free, you won’t get to fuck me right away,” she taunted.
I released her fingers, then shook my head desperately.
“Alison, don’t you dare!” I warned her, now wanting the exact opposite. I couldn’t afford to come now. I chanted it to myself as Alison leaned back, thrusting out her chest and grabbing both of her breasts, teasing herself. Her sweet moans reached my ears, providing yet another sweet distraction as she continued to slide up and down my cock.
“Alison!” I cried out. It was coming. I was so, so close.
“Stop now!” I demanded, but it wouldn’t have mattered if she had stopped. I was done for. The orgasm hit me like a punch to the gut, and I began groaning darkly as my whole body shook. The restraints clanked, and the wood creaked as I pulled, climaxed, and listened to our mixed sounds filling the room. It was overwhelming. Her pussy was an irresistible thing, and I was lost in its grip. I couldn’t see anything. I barely even noticed as she ripped the clamps off me, intensifying the pleasure. Black spots danced in front of my eyes as I felt that sweet release coursing through me, and then it was like I lost all strength. I was left shaking and panting on the bed, feeling utterly sated but also rather annoyed because of how sated I felt.
“I can’t quite tell if you’re angry or not at the moment,” Alison chuckled as her eyes met my half-closed ones. I was a panting, weakened mess, and her casual remark felt like a slap in the face. But shit, I couldn’t deny it was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced. If I weren’t here to punish Alison for her past behavior, we might have found some common ground on her tying me up and indulging in our mutual desires again. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
“I’m pissed. Very pissed,” I managed to utter, although it would have sounded much more convincing if I hadn’t sounded so out of breath.
“But you got to come. You should thank me,” she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
I quickly lifted my head, giving her a bewildered look. “What did you just say?”
Alison smiled even more cruelly. “Thank me.”
I stared at her in disbelief, but she continued to smile, expecting gratitude.
“Who’s the copycat now?” I retorted.
“I must admit, I do like some of your methods,” she admitted.
“How about you unlock me, and I’ll thank you for that?”
