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Too Much of a Very Good Thing

Morning is not always the best time for lots of sex!

By James MissagliaPublished 6 years ago 7 min read
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Daisy's eyes snapped open suddenly. Her cheek burned from a slap. It was a light one, but enough to wake her up sharply, blinking and squirming.

"You really do sleep like a damned log, don’t you?”

“W-what?”

She felt a lot of things, mostly confused and angry, but certainly not "with it." Stretching proved impossible.

“What the fuck are…”

Manacles. Soft leather ones. They secured her wrists to the bedposts. While she was snoring away he had managed to roll her onto her back, lift her arms up, and cuff her to the frame. He shook his head, trying hard not to laugh.

“Do you remember that morning you were sleeping on the sofa and I needed my coat from under you? I damned near rolled you like a corpse. You slept through the whole thing. So I promised myself that if I could get you into this position without waking you up, I’d have some fun. I think I could have gagged you and you wouldn’t have noticed.”

“I need a pee. Can you undo these and let me up?”

“You don’t need any such thing. You would have woken already.” He gave her nose an affectionate little squeeze. “You are staying right where you are until I’m done with you, beautiful.”

Great. Okay, the situation was not unsexy. She liked bondage and she liked surprises. Maybe the thing was to go with it and enjoy. Forget that she was probably going to miss Saturday Kitchen.

Daisy tried another tack. Lifting one leg, sliding the sole of the foot along the other, drawing attention to how lean and sexy they were. She canted her head and smiled sordidly.

“So, what do you have in mind, hm? Would you want me to lick something, or are you just going to fuck me, daddy?”

He considered.

“Those both sound nice, but I’m in the mood for something a bit more—experimental.”

“Oh. Experimental sounds good. Is that from the sex manual you got online?”

“Yes.”

She smirked. “You and your dirty books.”

He sat down on the bed beside her and pulled up his sleeve. She saw the tube of Frutopia lube, and watched as he squirted a good dollop of it onto the fingers of his right hand. Dumb strawberry smell.

“Oh my. Is this my birthday, daddy?”

“Maybe it’s mine.”

“You are going to diddle me?”

“Diddle?”

“You know.”

“I do. I just didn’t know a grown woman would call it diddling."

She raised a foot and brushed it against him.

“Fuck that. You know I’m not a grown woman in every way. Not for you.”

He shifted position, moving round so that he could get his hand down between her thighs. Daisy wriggled to let him get proper access, wetting her lips with anticipation. She knew she was in for a treat. This morning was starting to feel pretty good.

“I’m glad you’re keen. I just wanted to try something new,” he told her. Then he began to play her. And she could get the cookery programmes later on her PC.

Daisy frowned. It did feel—different. She just couldn’t quite explain why.

She liked it when he masturbated her. Usually he pressed a fingertip carefully onto her clitoris and worked the nub. Those were skilled hands, musicians hands, just rough enough to make it hurt a little, the way she liked. He was a good kisser too. But this morning none of that was going on. His fingers went nowhere near her bud. They squeezed the flesh around it—pressed the folds tight until they sandwiched her clit. Squeezed? Fuck, they damned near pinched between finger and thumb. The pressure was unlike the kind of frotting she was used to. It seemed to work nerves that normally slept through the whole thing.

“What are you doing?”

“Just trying a new method.”

His hand moved, the fingers rubbing together as if trying to crumble dry bread.

Daisy bit her lip and closed her eyes.

“That’s—nice.”

“Nice?”

“Hm… Very nice.”

“How about this?”

He did something else. Waggling the whole nerve bundle. It was like a light switch being turned on and off rapidly. She moaned softly.

“Nice, but—not so much.”

“Okay.”

He returned to the ruffling technique, but did it harder. It had to be getting slippery down there. If he’d needed lube to start with, her folds were responding enthusiastically and she could smell her own arousal over the sweet, sharp strawberry.

“That’s—really—nice…”

“You can’t think of another word? I’m trying to improve my technique here and I’m struggling with your limited vocabulary.”

She glared at him, petulantly. This didn’t quite work because she was beginning to pant with deep arousal.

“I thought—I was your—girlfriend—not your fucking lab rat.”

“That’s a good description. My lab animal for experiments in penetrative technique. Well – masturbation technique, anyway. Christ, you look beautiful, all pissed off and horny. I might treat myself when I’m done. I'm pretty sure you’re going to be begging for some stiff cock by the time we finish.”

Daisy didn’t like that sort of talk, but she did like what he was doing to her. It was all becoming liquid and urgent down there. Then he switched again, squeezing and dragging with his fingers as if he were trying to tease out a bee's stinger. Daisy was gasping and wriggling and pulling on the cuffs and curling her buttocks up towards the place where the pleasure was coming from. She was trying to grind herself off against his hand.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her face up, hard. Pinned like a butterfly, his right hand still massaging her between the thighs. Her heels kicked at the sheets. There was something almost angry in her expression as she gritted her teeth and came.

Daisy sagged in her manacles, breathing out. Balloons deflate like that. They just—don’t look up at the ceiling and see stars.

“Well, that was good. Very good,” she whispered. Amazing how relaxation could flood through you, right down to the toes. Best to lie there for a while. It had been such a hard orgasm she wasn’t sure her legs would work if she needed them.

“Good, huh?”

“Good. Thank you.”

There was a pause. Then, Daisy shook the manacles.

“You—going to let me up now?”

“Hardly.”

“Why not?”

He patted her cheek. It was the sort of thing you did to a child that didn’t quite understand something obvious.

“I’m not letting you up because we aren’t done yet.”

“I am. I’m done good...” she drawled.

“Yes beautiful, I’m sure you are. But I’m not.”

“Oh…?”

She spread her legs, temptingly.

“…That’s fine. I’m good for a quickie. You’ve earned it.”

He shook his head. Then he rolled up his sleeve again, and started looking for the Fruitopia.

“I’m experimenting. You’re helping me. That was just our first experiment.”

“The—fucking—first?”

She felt this fingers move just inside her, probing towards her urethra. A slightly different set of nerves started to wake up and invite themselves to the party.

“Hey! Not again!”

“Again.”

“I’m not sure…”

“You’re multi orgasmic. You told me. So we're going to be here for a while.”

She whined, but felt herself becoming aroused again. He’d never done this before. There was something magnificently cruel about being used this way. Strapped to the bed, forced to cum like some kind of prisoner-whore. It made her squirm, and it made her feel dirty, and it made her feel seriously turned on.

“What—book are you—getting these things from?” she moaned.

“I think it was—One Hundred and Fifty Ways to Give Your Lover Intense Orgasms."

Her eyes widened in horror, and she did have wonderful blue-grey eyes.

“One hundred and…. Oh shit!”

“Shhhh. It’s okay. We’ll have pauses. I’ll get you some water. I’ll vary the technique so you don’t get rubbed raw down there. But we aren’t going to stop until you’re begging me to quit, with tears and—I don’t know—an offer to finally let me take you up the arse. I’m just wondering what number we’ll be up to by the time you reach that state?”

Daisy bit her lip and wondered about it as well, even as the approach of a second climax started her unconsciously groaning.

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About the Creator

James Missaglia

Erotic author, commentator, occasional journalist, gourmand and art lover.

His books (in particular, the very dubcon Lorexia Bane series) are available on Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HX4NN2V

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