Turing Tested (Closed)

[Obuzeti]

Farridan nods, slow, and leans back. His hand slips from Sophie's cheek, and he leans back in his seat and reaches over the side of the couch to press a button hidden in the side. The glass wall before them gives a faint electrical pop, then turns dark and tinted, blocking the light from that side. With the setting sun behind them, it casts the couch and its surroundings in long, low red lights and sunset flare, dim and sultry. Farridan himself is a shadow, just a streak of orange running across those aristocratic features. He leans back into his couch, watching Sophie.

"The first thing you learn," he says, soft, "Is that your body is for my pleasure, Sophie. I like looking at it. I like watching your legs shift and clench. I like watching you blush. I like watching your hands clench when you try not to touch yourself."

"I'm going to use you now," Farridan says, without moving, viper's stare unblinking. "I promise you that I won't hurt you. I promise that by the end of it, you will cum so hard your knees will give out and your brain will go blank. But I need something from you first, Sophie."

"Your body is for my pleasure. So give me your clothes. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Give me your clothes, and kneel on the couch. Then I will give you everything I've promised."

 

[wanna_be]

Farridan's retreat leaves Sophie suddenly unbalanced. She rocks forward unsteadily on the couch before she manages to recover her equilibrium. There is still a clear angle in the way she is sat, she wants him to touch her again, even if it is just a gentle brush against her face. He makes no move to give her what she wants however, instead his soothing voice starts again.

She finds herself reacting unconsciously to his words, her legs shifting, a blush rising in her chest and face. She hasn't realised until now that she had, in fact, balled her fists. She hadn't noticed until now that the shifting of her legs was an unconscious attempt to hide her arousal. She can feel the heat between her thighs, a heat that begs for Farridan's touch.

She's drowning in his eyes again, unable or unwilling to tear herself away. It is a little of both. Even if she had wanted to resist, she couldn't at this point, his hypnotic gaze is too much, his soothing voice is too overwhelming. Her own decision to submit has hammered the final nail into her coffin.

Had the windows not clearly dimmed Sophie might have been more hesitant, as it is she is clearly feeling awkward as she fumbles with the buttons on her blouse. It takes her what seems like too long to remove everything, and she finds herself shy, blushing, and naked before Farridan, the clothes clutched in front of her like a shield.

Surprisingly, despite her clear reservations, it seems easy to hand over the clothes, to release one more thing into Farridan's clutches. Having done that, she folds her legs onto the couch, settling so that she is sitting on her heels and facing towards him, her hands folded in her lap in a paltry effort to protect her modesty. Her eyes are wide, still fixed on the mad sat at the opposite end of the couch, but the fear there is receding, being replaced by peace. She's as ready now as she is capable of. She thinks…

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan sets her clothes aside, almost ceremonial in his grace, and stands. He circles to Sophie's side, and takes her hand, his thumb running over her wrist reassuringly. "Breathe easy," he says, soothing. "I won't hurt you. I promise."

He tugs lightly on her hand, then, and guides it to rest on the back of the couch. Rather than a hard back ridge, it's smooth and soft, some sort of resilient polymer. Why becomes immediately evident: he sets her hand on the back of the couch, and pulls it through some kind of rubbery handcuff. He doesn't snap it on immediately - he keeps his fingers wrapped around hers for long seconds on the other side, then draws back and activates something on the other side. The cuffs contract and seal around her wrist, painless yet irresistible.

"In fact," Farridan murmurs, "I can promise that you'll enjoy yourself."

Now his fingers trail down Sophie's bare side, half-turned away from him by the locked cuff about her wrist, over her hip, the curve of her pert ass. Then he strides by, out of her side, and around to the other side of the couch, facing her and her bound hand.

"Now the other one, Sophie," he entreats, gentle, and holds out his hand for her to take. There's another cuff waiting, to be certain.

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie does her best to remain stationary as Farridan circles her, even so she cannot prevent her body leaning slightly towards him as he comes closer to her form. She is nervous, anxious even. She wants his touch at a base level, her earlier reservations near totally erased. His voice soothes those anxieties, reassuring her.

She shivers slightly at his touch, her body quivering in reaction to the contact. It's strange the reaction he can pull from her with such a simple action. She still can't understand how he can have this effect so easily. She doesn't resist as he pulls at her wrist, distracted by the heat between her legs.

That the couch conceals a restraint doesn’t surprise her anymore, certainly not after discovering the many hidden secrets of her new bedroom. It is however, surprisingly inescapable. She doesn't tug at it, but she gets the impression that if she did it would be difficult to escape.

Another shiver runs across her body, following the touch of his hand. She can't help but respond to his touch. Her body shifts towards him almost imperceptibly. There is more hesitation in raising her other hand, it's the last barrier of modesty she has. Eventually, the hand is lifted to join Farridan's. She pauses a moment before finally letting it contact him. Once he has that she knows she'll lose all control. Part of her doesn't care. Part of her is looking forward to it.

Sophie puts her hand into his.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan lets her fingers encapsulate hers, and he smiles. "Good girl," he says, soft, and lays her arm across the back of the couch beside her other, where he encourages it through the same kind of hole, and seals it tight around her wrist. Then he reaches up to Sophie's face, cups her cheek, and leans in to kiss her once, sweet and gentle.

Her master stands, then, and walks around the couch - heel-toe, each click distinct in the silence until he comes to beside and behind her, Sophie's bare and pert rear raised in the air for his pleasure and use. Farridan's fingers slide down her smooth back, over the curve of her hip, and then cups her mound. His fingers spread her lips wide - and then he does nothing, just holds her wide for him to exploit, and at the same time refrains.

"You are beautiful in the throes of rapture, Sophie," Farridan murmurs, sibilant. "When you want something, completely and without reserve. That is what I want to see, tonight."

He brings out a soft strip of black silk, and drapes it over one of her shoulders. He drags it across the skin of her bare back in a long, luxurious circle, down to just above her hips, and then back up to behind her neck, where he gently wraps it around Sophie's head. There is the sensation of movement as he ties it off.

"Can you feel me?" Farridan says, from somewhere behind her. His fingers give a gentle rub against the spread lips of her pussy.

 

[wanna_be]

Farridan is strangely gentle in his movements, in his touch. She doesn't resist as he slides her hand into the restraint on the back of the couch, though she does pull gently against it. That gentle resistance does nothing, something about the design means that it's almost impossible for her to remove herself from the bonds that he's placed her in.

Sophie finds herself bent forward over the back of the couch, her ass raised in the air by the angle at which she is restrained. There is an instinct in her that pushes her to hide, to conceal herself. She resists, leaving herself displayed for the billionaire genius as he slides one hand across her skin. She's wet and can feel the moisture leaking down her thighs as he spreads her lips. The heat between her legs seems unbearable as he persistently does nothing to her save stroke her gently.

She wants him to touch her, to penetrate her. Though she isn't yet ready to fully admit it, she wants him to own her.

A line of fire traces against her skin, her arousal heightening every sensation to an almost unbearable level. She only realises that the sensation was a strip of silk when he raises it to her eyes. She'd just been able to watch him from the corner of her eyes. Now she's totally blind. The loss of vision leaves her scared, worried, and still so terribly aroused.

She nods at his question, then allows a moan to tumble from her lips as his fingers rub gently against the heat between her legs. She wants him there, just his touch is enough to reduce her to a pathetic mess. She manages to force a verbal response out, "I feel you…"

How could she possibly be so turned on? She's experiencing more pleasure now than she has in a month of orgasms, all of it with barely a brush of Farridan's fingers. "Oh fuck, I feel you."

Unbidden, she pushes back against the contact, something about the irresistible restraints have lit a fire in her belly. Or maybe it wasn't the restraints, maybe it was the moment she'd nodded. That was the moment the heat had flared, the moment the pleasure had started to pulse, the moment she'd stopped thinking. It was so much easier not to think. She pushes her forehead down against the cool surface of the couch. "Oh fuck."

 

[Obuzeti]

"Easy," Farridan says, and his fingers stroke twice more - once, then again - in slow and controlled motions. Then he draws back and leaves one hand on the bare skin of her hip. The faint sound of a drawer, sliding open, as Farridan searches for his toys; and then - buzzing. The sounds of a live vibrator fill the room.

That faint buzzing comes up, and circles around Sophie. He lets her follow the sound as it hums, somewhere just past her body, all the way up her body. Then it presses against her collarbone, a large, round and soft head that trembles and quivers against her skin. He traces it down her sternum, between her breasts and over her navel.

"Good," Farridan murmurs. His lips press against the back of her shoulder, soft and indulgent. "I want you to tell me how you feel, and what you want. I want to know. I want you to be vocal, Sophie, so I can decide whether to please you - or withhold it."

The vibrating head slides north again, to the underside of Sophie's breast, and slide up to tremble just underneath her nipple. He rubs it up once against the tender peak in a slow circle. "Because I'll know anyway what you want - but you telling me, pleases me. Because I want you to be able to ask, without shame, without dignity, without worry. I want you to be free of all apprehension in the world, Sophie, because the only two people in the world right now are you, and me. You, who needs, and I, who gives."

The vibrator slides in a slow curve down over Sophie's body, to rest just over the line of her hips, pressed against the tender skin there.

"Do you understand me?"

 

[wanna_be]

Her lips part to complain as she feels Farridan's touch retreat, it's only the gentle hand that remains on her hip that prevents her from speaking. She can feel some limited movement, hear a draw open. That provokes a notable hesitation in her body. She's already given up control, but the last time he'd gone through a drawer she'd been pinned down under his weight and he'd cuffed her hands behind her back. Was it more restraints? Why when she has already given up her control to him? Has she done something wrong.

She relaxes when she hears the buzz of a vibrator. Her body shifting slightly, her back arching in anticipation. There is some nervousness there as well. Farridan has already demonstrated the ability to blow her mind with just his fingers. What the hell will he be able to do with toys?

She jolts in surprise as she feels the vibrations against her skin. Though she'd known it was coming, she hadn't been prepared. Now she quivers, the vibrations sending strange lightning bolts down her spine. Gritting her teeth, Sophie whimpers, not so much from that pleasure, but from the anticipated pleasure as the vibrations draw closer to her crotch.

That and his lips confuses her, drawing her attention between two points of her body, when it desperately wants to be focused on the pleasure flowing from one. She nods eagerly, her fierce motions having no effect whatsoever on the position of the silk tied about her eyes. She's grateful, she's still given over full control to him, part of the desperate, tantalising pleasure is because of her blindness.

Her words are breathy, forced out between lips tight with desire, "I can… I can be vocal…"

She desperately wants Farridan to please her, arching her back awkwardly to try and move herself closer to the head of the vibrator. It has little effect, and she arches the other way once the devices slides up her stomach, away from her pussy. Moaning in frustration, she pushes herself down, trying to increase her contact with the object of her frustration. Her restrainst prove admirably effect against her struggles.

She's panting as Farridan circles her nipple. Both of them are rock hard, standing proud from her skin like diamonds. They could have cut glass.

"I need it Farridan, I need it, I need it…"

She groans, writhing in delicious agony as he presses the vibrator against her. Again she nods eagerly, this time turning her head in a vain attempt to see Farridan. "Ahhhh…"

She turns away again, pressing her forehead down against the cool surface of the couch, finding some brief respite there. "I understand. I understand. Just please… keep going…"

 

[Obuzeti]

"Good," Farridan says, soft, and then the vibrator slides down to press against Sophie's pussy. He strokes it, long and slow, up then down her bare lips, and then comes up again to rub that buzzing head against the hardened bead of her clit. Meanwhile his other hand runs along the smooth skin of her back, along her spine, just two fingers running the length of it.

Then he draws the vibrating toy back, because of course he does.

"Tell me how many times you think I can make you cum like this," Farridan says, conversational. "Two? Three? Four? Or can I just string it out, one long ache of the edge? How long do you think I can make you teeter for my pleasure?"

The buzzing head now strokes up the back of Sophie's thigh, up to her taut buttocks, and brushes firmly against each one, the vibrations carrying up into her hipbones. At the same time his other hand comes around to stroke the inside of her thighs, the barest caress of fingertips on supersensitive flesh. Then they come up and spread the lips of her cunt wide with two fingers, only for him to run the vibrator along each individual bare lip.

 

[wanna_be]

Farridan's merciless attentions leave Sophie's thighs quivering. She's struggling just to stay on her knees but has nowhere else to go. She gasps, moaning at the contact with her clit. "Oh god."

She moans louder as the vibrator is pulled away from her. "No… no… don't stop…"

Somehow Farridan's words are perfectly polite, controlled and conversational. Sophie can't match him there, every word she speaks is gasped out, forced between strained lips. She can barely imagine feeling more pleasure right now, but she knows there is more coming, except, as he talks, she begins to hope there is instead. "F… fuuuck… Don't, please, I don't want to… please… please let me… let me cum."

The way he talks make's it clear that it's not a threat, it's a distinct possibility. She is under no illusions as to his capabilities, he's already blown her mind with several orgasms, and right now he's brought her to the blade's edge in almost a matter of seconds. Every touch of the vibrator, no matter where, kept her teetering on that edge, threatening to tip her over before she was tottered back. "No… no… shit…"

She feels like her whole body is shaking with effort, despite the fact that she has barely moved. She wants him to push her over the edge, let her drop into the void of pleasure that he seems able to summon at will. She's desperate for that release, what might she do if he withholds it? How much more can she give him. "Pleeeeeassseeee Farridan!"

 

[Obuzeti]

The vibrator clicks off. Farridan frowns, and sets it aside.

"My name is Farridan," he says, even. He's not upset, and that's what makes the reasonable nature of his tone worse, even as he sets his hand back onto Sophie's ass, rubbing calm circles into the naked flesh. "But that is not for you to use. When you are in my power you call me Master, Sophie, and that is how you shall know me."

His hand pauses in its admiration of her rear, lifts up, and then comes down hard against her bare cheeks, setting the flesh there to a jiggle as it smacks hard against it. Then he goes back to rubbing those painfully slow circles into her pert ass as the skin reddens from the impact.

"I think that will be today's lesson," Farridan muses. "When you learn to call me that - not just in your head, but in your heart, this will be over. Until then - well."

His other hand comes up under Sophie to stroke up along her trembling belly to the diamond-hard peaks of her nipples, capturing one between his fingers and gently rubbing it under his thumb, rolling and fondling its stiff peak.

"I'll entertain myself," Farridan murmurs.

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie is left gasping and panting with desire as the vibrator clicks off. A sudden, aching emptiness is left in its place, a void waiting to be filled by the tide of pleasure that had been building. Farridan's abrupt cessation leaves that tide locked away behind a vast, unbreakable dam. Instinctively she tries to bring herself over the peak, but is caught up in the restraints. Her arms jerk, but she is unable to escape from the secure bonds Farridan has secured her in.

She's forced to listen. Her pleasure has been denied, and she knows that her only chance at it may lie in Farridan's response. She desperately wants that release, so she stops her instinctive struggling and listens. His hand on her ass is almost hypnotic, rotating calmly and lulling her gently back to a state of calm. The pleasure is still there, still desperately seeking release, but it ebbs a little as he speaks.

Before she can respond to his words however, the hand leaves, returning to her ass in short order with enough of an impact to make her yelp in pain and surprise. Then his hand resumes those strange, hypnotic little rotations. "I'm sorry… uh… Master…"

That… was strange. Her body had reacted to the word, especially once it had left her own lips. Her nipples, already hard, and hardened even more, if that was possible. Moisture trickled down her thighs, her skin was flushed and her breathing heavy. She whimpered at his close attention to her nipple.

That attention brought the tide of pleasure rising up against her walls of self-control once more. "Oh god. Please… please… fuck… I'm sorry…" Despite her lack of control she finds the next word hard to say. She's already given up so much, and now he wants her to give up even more. Then his thumb slides over her nipple again, and she loses even the little reason she has regained. "I'm sorry Master…"

It's not quite the automatic response Farridan might want, but it's certainly a step in the direction he's angling her towards.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan's hands leave her, for a moment. There is more rummaging, in the drawer; the clink of steel, and plastic; the creak of something liquid, what sounds like it being rubbed and smeared.

"Remember that is my name," Farridan says, not unkind. Then his fingers lay against the cheeks of her ass again, a thumb stretching her wide, and something warm and steel presses against her pucker, rubbing against the ring of muscle in a relaxing circle. It's been lubricated with something "Now, relax. Spread wide for me."

This time he does not stop. This time, he presses in the tip a little at a time whenever she relaxes, millimeters at a time, until the smooth oblong tip slides past her anus and buries the full inch inside. At the end the plug narrows again, making it easy for her to clench and hold it inside, and he works the little plug in until she makes it there. "Good girl," he murmurs, and places a finger on the very end, pressing the device in a slow and gentle circle against the inside of her ass.

Then his hand slips down and he presses his thumb against her clitoris and works that in a little fondle, making sure she's still primed. When Sophie begins to gasp and tremble, he draws it back before she can come; there's still a lot of work to be done. "How does it feel?" he asks.

 

[wanna_be]

Despite her obedience to his wishes Farridan's hands leave her. She moans reproachfully, wanting his touch to return. It doesn’t, not for some time. Instead she can hear strange, unfamiliar sounds behind her.

He doesn't sound annoyed, or angry, but it takes a moment longer before his flesh touches hers once more. His hand on her ass doesn't concern her, but the sudden pressure against her asshole does. She pulls away instinctively. The pressure follows her, accompanied by his voice, still soothing, still calm, still in control.

Eventually there's no more escape, and he presses the metal object against her asshole. "Fuck… I don't know if I'm…"

She moans as it slowly slides deeper. "Please… don-ahhh…"

It's not a painful experience. Strange, perhaps, but certainly not unpleasant. If anything there's a strange warmth that seems to run through her. Not to mention the moisture she can feel down her thighs. If anything that has increased.

Eventually the object, the anal plug, has fully penetrated her. Her whole asshole is on fire, sending bolts of pleasure shooting up her spine. At the same time she feels full, satisfied, albeit still with the desperate longing for closure that Farridan has so far denied her. Just his touch on her clitoris makes her gasp in pleasure. "Fuck…"

Her words betray unconcealed lust. "I've never felt anything… like… this…" She's not lying, not even exaggerating. She's tried anal before, it was a short, sharp, painful experience. This has sent lightning shafts of pleasure shooting across her body.

She finds herself moving her body back towards him as he withdraws. "It's good… Master…"

She wants relief, and the only way she can see of getting it is to earn it. "It… makes me want… more…"

Some part of her still can't believe she's speaking like this, but every other part of her body and mind doesn't care. She's surrendered her will, her body is his to use, to pleasure, to torture so deliciously.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan hums in satisfaction, then runs a single fingertip over the edges of Sophie's labia, collecting her dewy arousal. Then he slides two fingers up into her pussy from behind, and his other hand comes down to rest on her smooth back, soothing and rubbing. "So you remember to call me Master," he says, soft and reassuring, "I'm going to show you how I teach obedience. This is not going to be a full session, just an introduction. Let yourself feel. I have you, and I won't hurt you. Let yourself feel."

Those two fingers start to pump - sliding in and up, curving to angle deep inside Sophie's folds. Then they draw back out, back in, faster -

Then on the next withdrawal he stops. His hands smooth down her spread thighs, fingers slick with moisture, touch gentle. Farridan's lips press against one straining buttock, over a taut cheek.

Then he braces that cheek aside, and his fingers slip back in; they wiggle inside, and then pound against her swollen lips in rapid thrusts, one-two-three -

He stops again. His touch slides up those soaked lips to the handle of the plug buried in her ass, and presses down on it, then pulls just enough to make the tight pucker strain a little without drawing the plug out even a millimeter.

His fingers return, and stroke slick tips against Sophia's dilating lips, then slide in just once, this thrust hard enough to make her hips bounce. Then he stops.

Nothing.

"I want to hear you beg for it, Sophie," Farridan murmurs, from somewhere behind her. There's a slick sucking sound, and his fingers return to brushing up and down her asscheeks, no longer sticky with her juices, merely slick. He's letting her slide back down from the heights of pre-orgasm, but never long enough to let it completely subside. He's edging her at the very fringe of ecstasy. "I'll let you cum, but I get to decide when. All you can do is ask, and thank me when I give it to you."

 

[wanna_be]

An introduction? That sounds ominous, and Sophie feels anxiety fill her chest at what might come next. She's imagining his hand coming down on her ass once more, fearful of the pain that it might bring. At the same time she feels a shameful heat between her legs, the thought of that pain, the thought of being put in her place like a child is turning her on even more.

No blow is forthcoming however, just his fingers returning to the part of her body that seems to betray her most. She gasps loudly, both ashamed and unashamed at his shameless plundering of her form. "That… that feels so good…"

His fingers move faster, drawing her closer and closer to the orgasmic bliss he has proven so capable of delivering. Then… he stops…

She moans in reproach. "Why di…"

He starts again, his fingers stroking within her just so, touch her here, there, everywhere that seems to elicit a pleasure response. Once more she feels herself approaching climax, being driven inexorably towards it by his deft movements.

Once again, he stops.

The irresistible tide subsides. The promise of release retreats further into the distance. Sophie finds herself panting in arousal and frustration and lust. She tries to push back against him, anything for further stimulation, anything for the release she finds herself craving.

That release is denied her. He plays with the plug in her ass, pulling and pressing upon it. Once again she finds the strange bolts of pleasure sparking up her spine, though coming from a very different location. Every movement he makes now seems to stimulate the plug in her ass, even his fingers within her seem to stroke in time with it.

He stops again, "Why?"

Her question is plaintive, weak, she almost doesn't have enough strength to question why he's treating her in this way. Gently his fingers brush against the bare flesh of her ass. That in itself is more stimulation than she could have imagined it being. Every nerve ending in her body is now hyper-sensitive, reacting even to that tender contact.

That sensitivity begins to recede a little as the stroking continues, until eventually his words break through her panting breath and slowly returning reason. Not that he's left her much reason to begin with.

His words fill her with desire, with lust, even more than he already has. She wants to cum, she wants the orgasms she knows he can give, but he's withholding them, putting a condition on her pleasure. She can't help but want to fulfil that condition.

"Please Fa-Master… please… I can't… don't…"

She draws in a deep, steadying breath, regaining enough to string a simple sentence together. "Please make me cum…"

 

[Obuzeti]

"Louder, Sophie," Farridan chastises gently. His fingers slide away again, except for one hand that stays wrapped around her thigh, thumb tickling the damp inside as it strokes. There's the click of plastic, and then the ominous buzz of the magic wand he'd used on her before. It glides up the back of her thighs and then between her legs right up to her navel, in a slow line that presses the trembling head against her labia for several seconds, but still not long enough to make her cum. "You're still afraid. Only I can hear you. Only I can help you. Beg for it. Let me know how bad you want it."

Then the wand commences a series of torturous sweeps; up along Sophie's belly to each diamond-hard nipple, to buzz there tauntingly, and then up over her shoulders and down her bare, sweat-soaked back to press against the end of the plug in her ass, vibrating the metal object where it lies buried within her. At the same time, Farridan reaches under Sophie and begins to twiddle her sex, rubbing his fingers across the top of her pussy until her thighs start to tremble - then he draws back, leaving her body completely empty and bucking for the now-draining orgasm that he'd just barely dodged.

"How would you like to come, hm?" Farridan murmurs, somewhere by Sophie's ear. He's back to touching the vibrator against her sex in butterfly kisses, just a moment of buzzing friction before lifting off, holding her just below the edge. "I could use this. I could play with that little plug in your ass until you came from the sympathy of your empty pussy for what you had in your rear. I could tape a couple of these little bullets to your nipples and see if your little handfuls are enough to make you come. I haven't mapped you yet, Sophie, but I will find your limits, and you'll beg for every one of them before I'm done."

 

[wanna_be]

So far Sophie has been obedient to Farridan's instructions, and this is no exception. Not that she could be quiet if she wanted to be. She moans loudly as the vibrator presses against each nipple, they are so hard as to be almost painful, engorged by blood and sensitive to even the slightest movement on his part. She raises her voice, "I want it. I want it. Please. Fuck… I want it…"

The touch of the device to the plug in her ass pulls a wail from between her lips. Another is forthcoming as his fingers draw an agonising pleasure from her pussy. She can feel her climax building once more, feel it rising until she is certain she is about to crest. Then Farridan stops once more. Her wails subside to resentful whimpers, then those too, stop as she feels Farridan's breath on her ear.

"Farri-Master…" She's louder now, trying to do what he wants, despite the exhaustion she feels already. "Please Master… I can't… I can't take any more."

Her chest is heaving as she attempts to draw breath. Slick sweat beads and rolls down her skin. She's unable to remember how long he has kept her like this. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. The fabric against her face is moist too, partially from the sweat, but mostly from the tears of desperate frustration that would otherwise be trickling down her cheeks.

She almost shouts nw. "Pleeeeeeeaaase."

He's right, her pussy is achingly empty, made all the more so by the unfamiliar sensation in her ass. Her nipples twinge in sympathy just at the threat of bullets being taped to them. As yet another orgasm recedes she throws her head back as if she is trying to make eye contact, despite the futility of such an action. "Anything… anything… do anything… Just pleeeeaseee let me cuuuum.."

The next words come almost as an afterthought, as she realises that they may make a difference. "Please Master…"

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan sets the wand aside; leans against Sophie's back for a moment, letting his hips sway up against hers, his shaft pressing against her soaked cunt through the thin fabric of his pants. It's fat and heavy now, throbbing with his own need. Slowly, his lips trace down from the back of Sophie's neck, all the way down her bare spine, over one taut asscheck - where he pauses to press the plug back into Sophie's ass with a finger - then he kneels down far enough to press his pursed lips against her clit, the ghostly kiss lingering for not long enough to trip her over the edge.

"You do not have permission to come," Farridan says, and then the zip of his pants can be heard, breathtakingly loud in the silence only broken by her begging. "Until I am balls-deep in your pussy. Understand me?"

And true to his word, he slides in at an achingly slow pace, not enough to make her climax, just his head pressing against her soaked lips, parting them, then waiting for several seconds as she pants and shakes. Then he slips a half inch in, and his hands stroke down her sides as Sophie trembles. Then the fat, flared head slips inside, and his hips twist, forcing her folds to memorize the shape of the head of his cock, as they desperately grab for sensation.

Farridan works half his length in, with this agonizingly slow pace, then stops.

His cock throbs inside of Sophie's pussy, but he stops.

Silence.

Farridan's lips touch Sophie's ear, as he bends over.

"You have permission to cum," he says, soft as a feather, and then slams all the way in with one thrust, balls deep, and then commences to fuck her with all the held-back lust he'd swallowed in the process of tormenting her, his hips pounding against Sophie's.

 

[wanna_be]

At the pressure of the fabric against her pussy Sophie responds, pushing back against him and feeling his erection. The texture of the fabric brushes against the swollen and sensitive lips of her pussy. "Please…"

She lets out a small yelp of surprise and pleasure as the plug is pressed firmly back into her. She's still aware of its presence, even if her asshole seems to be slowly growing accustomed to its unusual distension. Every time it shifts, she's reminded of it, a bolt of pleasure shooting through her in sympathy. She twitches in response to those bolts, making it move even more. Her pussy feels so empty that she'd do anything just for the relief, the satisfaction of being filled there like her ass is.

"But… why?" Sophie sounds plaintive, pathetic at his words. She's trying to do everything he's asked her for. She's naked on a couch in front of a window. She's blindfolded, dripping with sweat and arousal. She's even begging, begging for him to fuck her, to finally let her cum. She's never begged in her life. Now she's wondering why her obedience has still resulted in what feels like a punishment. Then he offers her an out.

She's almost yelling her response, desperate for his cock. Desperate for him to sink deep inside her. "I understand! I understand!"

It seems like he's still going to have his fun with her though, as slowly, achingly slowly he starts to push his cock into her. Sophie tries to push back against him, anything to fill that hungry void inside her. Her efforts are stymied by her bonds, and the whole effect is made worse by the fact that he's stopped moving. The whole process has been so slow that she almost can't tell that he's stopped.

"No… please… please… more… give me more…"

Her desperation is palpable, she can't believe that he's going to continue to tease her. She's desperately afraid that he's not going to sink any deeper, that he's just going to tease her, to bring her so close to the finish line and then continue to deny her.

She falls silent as soon as she feels his lips and breath at the side of her head, desperate to hear the words that will finally let her cum. She holds her breath until finally he speaks. It doesn't even take more than one thrust. The second he bottoms out in her she feels the pleasure surging through her. She bucks in his hands, her pussy grinding against his pounding cock as she totally loses control, letting out a wordless scream of pleasure. Her pussy tightens, unwilling to release Farridan's cock and only enhancing the whole sensation.

Nothing has ever felt so right, the emptiness has been filled and she simply can't imagine anyone else doing it. She tries to speak as he's asked her to, but she can't, she can't form proper words, only half formed sounds spill from her lips, loud, desperate, but far from coherent.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan paces himself, his hips slapping firmly against Sophie's as his cock slams deep into her slick folds. They convulse around him, but he stays in motion; Sophie's climax has been delayed long enough that now he wants to swing the pendulum to the other side, cleanse the taste of denial with as much pleasure as he can grant. The fat head of his shaft is engorged with blood, sliding between her plump lips through an excess of lubrication. She'll take whatever he can give.

His hand laces under Sophie's chin, and he pulls her head back with a little jerk, just enough to feel rough without pain. The impression is important. "I don't feel your hips moving!" Farridan snarls. "Am I doing all the work here? Start fucking me back!"

In encouragement he lays a hard smack along one taut asscheek, setting it to jiggle, though the clap of wet skin on skin from their fucking quickly overwhelms it anyways. Sweat and other juices run down Sophie's thighs, and he runs his fingers through that slick mixture before leaning over between two thrusts and slipping around her hips and up below to twiddle her abused clit in an attempt to drag another screaming orgasm out of her, even as the rhythmic clenches of her pussy threaten to topple him over into his own.

 

[wanna_be]

Sophie cries out as Farridan jerks her head back. It's not in pain, the movement shoots strange pleasures down her spine, making her buck. Unconsciously she has already begun to obey his instructions in that movement. She gasps out her apology. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

His hand against her ass makes her yelp, startling her into more movement. His cock is thrusting into her as she moves back, hastening the meeting of their flesh and giving her a brief moment in which to grind her pussy against the base of his cock before it was pulled away once more. He didn't empty her completely, pulling back just to the tip before filling her once again as she tried her best to match his rhythm.

That particular challenge only grew harder as his fingers slipped about her sensitive skin before coming to rest on her clit. It takes barely more than brush before her legs are giving way once more, her whole body giving way to him once more. She screams again, her pussy contracts around his cock, her anus around the plug he's fitted there. It's a strange, confusing, irresistibly erotic sensation.

"Oh god." She moans up, Farridan still holding her head back. "Fuck… Farr-Master…"

She's moving her hips more in time with him now, some unconscious part of her kicking into gear to take control of her body while her reason is completely obliterated. Her arms jerk again, trying to escape, trying to play with her clit, with his balls, with her breasts, anything to bring more of the pleasure he seems to summon on a whim. She pushes back harder even, almost doubling the impact with which he bottoms out in her poor abused pussy as her eyes roll back in her head, another orgasm already approaching.

 

[Obuzeti]

"I'm going to cum," Farridan hisses in between harsh breaths, as he jackhammers against Sophie's thighs, his cock slamming deep into her from behind, each thrust hard enough to bury him all the way to the hilt. "I'm going to cum in you and you're going to take it, pet, everything. Understand me?"

She doesn't really have any choice in it, bound as she is, but her acceptance is what matters, and right here and now he could ask her for anything with a reasonable chance of getting it. He can feel it in how her hips slap back into his, the fisting and grasping of her hands as she fights to get back to him, not away, and in the slick mixture of sweat and cum trailing down her thighs now. Every time he fills her up with cock he can feel the convulsions of her orgasm stripping away his control, hungry to be filled.

Farridan doesn't hold back. He has no reason to now. One of his hands clamp over a breast, mauling it, and the other still twiddles at her clit as he pushes himself over the edge. He hammers in a half-dozen more thrusts, chokes and slams himself all the way in as his cum erupts from him in ball-emptying sprays deep inside Sophie's body, then keeps working his hips in fitful thrusts as he spills the rest of his seed into her, the rippling muscles of her cunt working every drop out of him with an unrelenting grip.

When it's done, he sags against her back, breathing hard, and runs his fingers through their mixed discharge still drooling from Sophie's reddened pussy, and then runs slick fingers over Sophie's face and against her pouty lips.

 

[wanna_be]

She moans at his question, incapable of doing anything other than nodding in desperate desire at his words. She tries to speak, but just another wordless sob of pleasure emerges. Her whole world seems to centre around his cock now, pounding in and out of her hungry pussy. She can't see anything, and she can barely feel anything beyond that sensation. Anything she can feel only contributes to the wave of pleasure overwhelming her senses. The cuffs seem to send lines of fire down her arms every time she tugs against them, and she is trying even harder to reach him now.

His hands are rough now, vicious and insistent. She cums again, her body broken and yielding entirely to his touch. Any sense of fighting back is gone, and she can do nothing but attempt to give him the same pleasure that he has so easily given her.

He fills her, totally and utterly, his cock tightening and spasming as she feels the hot liquid inside her. The side of her face is pressed against the couch as she sucks in deep greedy breaths, feeling like she's just finished a marathon. Perhaps she has.

Then his fingers are at her face, leaving damp trails across her cheek until they come to her flushed lips. They part instinctively, and she latches onto his digits, sucking hungrily. She doesn't care that what she's tasting is herself, or him, she sucks anyway. Delicately she starts lick at the rest of his fingers, cleaning the last of their combined juices from his hand. Wordlessly she hums at the back of her throat in a confused pleasure, the afterglow of her latest orgasm mixing with the pleasure she seems to get from using her mouth.

 

[Obuzeti]

Farridan lets her suck his fingers clean, then draws himself out with a sigh, and reaches over Sophie's shoulders to the panel hidden in the backside of the couch under a cloth overlay. The handcuffs she's bound with reinflate, blowing back up to their normal size and releasing their grip on her wrists as they grow. He sinks into the couch beside her with a sigh, and with a gentle hand on her arm guides her into sitting across his lap, running fingers along the line of her shoulder almost absentmindedly.

"How do you feel?" he asks, eyes flickering over to Sophie's. He looks - sated. Satisfied, rather than the empty doll-like stare Farridan seems to sport most of the time. The slight exhaustion is honest, and the lassitude pouring from his frame as he sinks into the warm, plush leather couldn't be faked. "And did you enjoy yourself?"

He has to know she did - the couch beneath where she'd been kneeling is damp with dripped fluids - but he asks the question anyway.