Provisional Trust Rewarded
Keywords: Provisional, Rewarded, Trust,
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I had never been embarrassed and excited before, just excited which led to embarrassment, or embarrassment which led to arousal.
"Prove it Bethany," he said quietly, throwing me into dilemma. Over the phone, I would always begin to finger myself when he wanted me to prove it, or at least insert a finger and hold it up to the web cam. Now, with my hands tied, I wondered what he wanted me to do.
I rolled onto my back, adjusting my hands to a degree of comfort, and then slowly spread my legs for him. I wondered how swollen and wet I was, and what kind of a view I was giving him.
"Please feel me Sir, you can feel how wet I am," I said softly, hoping this was what he wanted to do, since it would probably feel damn good.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he smirked, I could tell from his voice.
"Yes Sir, I want you to feel me, I want you to touch me," I urged.
I felt movement, and then I felt a hand grasp my lower lips, he spread them open, and in one quick motion he slid one finger deep inside my slit. I gasped with the shock, and with the abrupt pleasure of it. He withdrew the finger just as hastily and his hands left my body. The areas were he had touched burned, and I felt warmth spreading out from his brief contact.
"Yes my dear Bethany, you are very wet, you are very excited, no doubt," he said softly.
"Do you know if I am excited?" he asked me.
"No Sir."
"Would you like to know?" he asked, his voice as gentle as ever.
"Yes, please Sir"
"I don't think you are quite ready yet," he replied teasingly.
A few moments of stillness passed, and I remained lying prone on the bed, legs spread for him.
I felt a tickle on my stomach and my body quivered as a feather traced slowly around my navel. I almost held my breath as his weight sank down on the bed next to me. He slowly circled my stomach and moved up towards my breasts. The feather was so lightly touching my skin that it made me shiver as it crossed over my sensitive skin.
He began a careful exploration of my chest, feather running up and down my breasts. When it slowly crossed my nipples I would involuntarily jerk as the teasing delicate sensation drew out pleasure. After several moments of exquisite torture he moved the feather down to my legs. He began running it up one side of my calf, and up towards my thigh, but then stopping mid thigh, as the sensitive skin responded enthusiastically. I knew my lower lips were swollen and showing my obvious excitement.
His feather treatment felt different than I had expected. I thought it would tickle me, causing me to laugh, but as it actually happened, I didn't feel like laughing at all. I was concentrating solely on the feather stimulation when I felt his warm hand press down on my chest. He laid it softly above and between my breasts, below my collar bone. His skin burned, and I desired his hand to do more than gently rest on my chest. As the feather traced up against my thigh I tried thrusting my pelvis towards it. The excitement was getting hard to contain, and I simultaneously tried to push my chest against his hand.
He chuckled softly, beginning to understand how much I was being affected. He stopped teasing my thighs and took his hand off my chest. I twitched one last time and then lay still. He moved off the bed and I frowned in disappointment.
"How are you feeling Bethany?" he asked.
"Very excited Sir," I whimpered.
"Would you like to cum Bethany?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, very much," I replied eagerly.
"Well, I don't think you're quite ready for that yet, maybe a little later." His voice teased me and I bit back disappointment.
"Would you like to pleasure me Bethany?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," I replied.
"Would you like to suck my cock Bethany?" he asked.
"Yes sir, very much," I responded without hesitation.
I felt a movement by my head and I felt something brush my cheek. I turned my mouth eagerly, expecting an engorged penis, only to encounter what must have been a dildo.
"Well, practice on this first," he said, and I guessed him to be grinning.
I accepted the dildo in my mouth, although I must say, it was a poor substitute. If I hadn't of known that he had bought it specifically for this occasion, I would have been worried. I sucked on the imitation penis, moving my neck back and forth as much as I could. He gently pushed the dildo into my mouth, causing me to take it to the back of my throat, and then he would pull out slowly, only allowing me to suck on the head. I knew this would turn him on, as he had said so many times, and I eagerly waited for him to replace the dildo with the real thing.
After a few minutes of this, he pulled the dildo away. I lay back on the bed, wondering what fantasy of his I would fulfill next, lord knows he was fulfilling mine in an almost methodical fashion. I felt movement, and wondered what he was doing. That was a large part of the fun; I had no control or idea what he would do next. I lay there in anticipation.
I felt something gently touch my pussy. I stiffened in shock, and gasped as the wet dildo pressed against my slit. He ran the end of the dildo up and down my slit a few times, spreading my saliva down to mix with my own juices. I quivered in anticipation as he positioned it against my entrance. I bit my lip, hoping beyond measure that he wasn't going to keep teasing me, even though I was loving every minute of it.
"You want me to fuck you with this?" he asked.
"Yes Sir! Please fuck me with that!" I called out loudly.
He pushed slowly, and I felt the tip of the dildo slowly entering me. He paused, after it was only an inch in, and held it there.
"Please keep going, push it in farther! I want you to fuck me with it, fuck me with it!" I begged, I twitched my hip forward, but it was to awkward a movement, and I only succeeded in making him chuckle.
He pushed it in slowly, and I felt a deep satisfaction as my entrance accommodated the moderately sized dildo. I wished he would now begin moving it back and forth, but as he went farther in, he would pause, and let me twitch for a minute or two, and then slowly go farther in.
The dildo had been sliding easily in, but I felt could feel it was starting to meet resistance the farther it slid in. I was terribly excited, but I needed some motion to keep things going.
"Is it far enough in yet Bethany?" he asked.
"I think... yes, for now, will you fuck me with it now Sir?" I begged as the arousal was very apparent in my voice.
"No, I don't think I will," he replied.
I gasped in disappointment as he moved away. I felt a large portion of the dildo stay buried inside of me and I clamped my legs together. I lay there on the bed, holding the dildo between my legs, and wondering what he was going to do next.
I felt a weight lie down next to me on the bed, and I felt a hand grab my shoulder. He twisted me onto my side, and to my immense pleasure, and complete shock, I found his lips pressing against mine. I eagerly kissed him, our tongues darting out almost immediately. My hands pulled against their ties, and I longed to hold him close to me. Almost as soon as it had started, he pulled away, and I half heartedly rolled towards him, wanting to continue, wanting him to touch me, but to no luck.
He pushed me gently back onto my back, and I as I twisted my body again, I felt his mouth begin to softly kiss my neck. I quivered with pleasure as his mouth worked down my body, kissing from earlobes to collar bone. He kissed the top of my breast, and to my immense relief he began to suck on one of my nipple eagerly. I began grinding my pelvis against the mattress, trying eagerly to fuck the dildo, but it was too difficult and awkward for me to achieve very much satisfaction.
He sucked on both nipples for a few minutes, causing my excitement to raise an entire notch higher. I was getting very desperate, and very close to an orgasm. He must have heard it in my breath, because he moved his mouth away from my chest and replaced it with one of his hands. His thumb and finger closed around my left nipple, and I stupidly expected him to massage it.
He pinched my nipple hard. Hard enough to jolt me out of the impending orgasm, hard enough for me to cry out in pain, but not hard enough for me to complain. The pain stung and I lay completely motionless as it receded. The pleasure and pain aspect of his touch was almost too much for me, and I whimpered as he moved away from my body.
I felt a sudden pressure on my crotch, and I realized he had taken the back of the dildo, and was slowly withdrawing it from my soaking slit.
"Please! Fuck me, I need it!" I cried, voice completely betraying my desperation.
He actually complied for once, but it was probably more due to him having a schedule than my earnest pleas. He pushed the dildo back in, further burying it inside of me, and then withdrew it slowly.
His pace was entirely too sedate, and I scooted my hips forward to meet one of his slow thrusts. He hand came to rest on my chest, and he increased the speed.
"Please Sir, I need this, please don't stop!" I cried out, practically in tears from the overwhelming pleasure.
I was begging him to fuck me harder when his hand found my nipple again. I tried to twist away but he pinched my other nipple harder than before, and I squirmed on the bed. He continued fucking me with the dildo, so I continued to writhe on the bed. The pain he caused my nipple vanished quickly, leaving only a higher degree of tenderness in the engorged area.
"Bethany, are you going to cum for me?" he said, his voice slightly ragged with his own excitement.
"Yes, oh please yes! Let me cum for you, I need it, I need to cum!" I screamed at him, ignoring any embarrassment I might have had earlier at shouting the request.
He began thrusting with the dildo harder, and the orgasm that had been building since I walked in the door began flooding over me. I was shaking, as what had to be every nerve ending on my body responded, completely overwhelming me.
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Keywords: Provisional, Rewarded, Trust,