Whatever It Takes

          As his final thrust came to a finish, his body seemed to unwind from its previously taught position. Muscles slowly relaxing, hands removing themselves from her hips to help guide his shaft from inside of her. “Mako, I apologize, I don’t think I could hold off any longer. Next time I will be much more in control of myself.” 

          Once he had freed himself of her, he set about removing the bindings on her arms and legs. The legs first, unraveled and stretched to allow her muscles time to adjust once more to mobility. Then her arms, his hands moving along her skin and red marks that had been created under the pressure. All seemed to be well from the surface level, and she didn’t seem to be in too much great pain from touching the muscles that had been locked in place. Better safe that sorry, as palms rubbed over the skin deeper and he lifted her up into his arms. 

          Any stamina that he had was going to shit. Circumstances of the romantic sort always lasting longer than what he was now experiencing. Slow build up having pushed his body to a new edge that he was quickly creeping closer to with every thrust. There was no saying how long they had been at this, but it certainly seemed to be less than what they were used to. For the best, considering the beating that Mako was taking as he pounded her deeper and deeper into the bed.

          “I won’t last much longer, seeing you struggle has pushed me to my limit. I intend to strive for longer. After all, what is the point of a toy that can barely be used due to poor form?” Even in this he was hard on himself, but it was not something that could be fixed quickly. It would come with time and practice, but as with all things that was normal. 

          “if you don’t don’t know the answer to that, I would hope to never see you on the road.” Someone should never give this girl a license, even if it could just be the haze of the moment numbing her brain. (Nor was he in any position to be saying anything about distraction.) 

          Already a thick bead of pre had started to develop on the tip of his member, a firm hand giving it a squeeze for good measure. Yes, he would have taken care of it himself, but that didn’t change the fact that he was relieved it didn’t reach that point. Her folds already soaked through from the previous orgasm, he pushed her panties to the side and pressed swollen head between her lips. Always a bit of a stretch, but after their first few times it had come to be easily pushed past. 

          Probably not the easiest of firsts, impressive actually. 

          In the haze of the moment, he seemed to be getting full of himself. A smug expression on his face as he drove the vibrator harder against her until her inevitable edge, and some time after. While he was always in control of himself, he would admit to at times getting ahead of the situation. (Specifically when it wasn’t the head on his shoulders that was driving the situation.) 

          At the point the familiar phrase left her lips, however, it was enough to stop him in his tracks completely. The toy withdrawn, and an apologetic expression already forming over his features. Reassurance was appreciated, confirming that she had enjoyed the attention at least to a bare extent. Harsh vibration was never pleasant, and it was more meant to toy with her than anything else before he had his way with her. More for another time, something to strive toward, that’s what he told himself.

          “Oye, your tolerance needs to be worked on. I can tell you’re already almost at your limit Mako.” It had become almost like a mirror, the more she moved, the more he moved with her. Whether she scooted forward or rolled to the side, the wand stayed in its place between her thighs.

          With one free hand, he used his thumb and forefinger to undo the button at the top of his pants. Loosely falling to the floor, he had no ability to fold them but that would be another matter for another time. Instead, he stepped out of them, and left them lying on a heap on the floor. ”Why not just give in?” 

          “Mean? I think you mean the opposite. If I were mean I would have just left you tied with nothing but the wall to be your friend. You don’t seem to be disliking your current situation too much if that blush of yours has anything to say about it.”

          From deep in his chest a laugh bubbled out, the wand pressed firm against the slit between her legs even as she fell over. She couldn’t go far, even if she squirmed her mobility was limited in such a way that he would still have the upper hand in any position she found herself. “This is what you asked for. Deep down you must have really wanted to be taken advantage of like this, eh? What if I turn it up a notch?”

          If his mouth weren’t busy, he likely would have made some snide comment about her. Joked about how flustered she was getting and how she seemed to be having trouble staying upright with her legs tied to firmly. Maybe even he might have made a comment calling her cute. However, with his tongue deep in her mouth, the amusement manifested in the form of a deep chuckle, pressing his mouth tighter to hers. 

          There was no need for him to rush into things, his hands pushing up and over the front of her breasts to drag across piqued nipples chilled by the air. His end goal? To leave her a near mess practically begging, in a way that he had never seen her beg before. In other words, pushing her to her very limit of tolerance before actually giving her what she wanted. “What’s the matter?” He would finally mutter, breaking their lips apart to leave only a thin line of drool rolling down her chin. “If you push your legs together too much you’ll knock yourself off balance.” 

          Blood flow had changed its direction, tightening the pants that hung low across his hips even with how much he tried to ignore it. With the back of his hand he wiped his mouth and knelt down toward the bag, extracting a black silicone wand turned on to its lowest setting. “We haven’t even gotten to the fun part.” 

          “What? Never?” The answer is enough to make him pull his lips away, even if it was for a moment. Really it shouldn’t have taken him by such a blind shock but her innocence was a never ending surprise. In the world of a three star everything was provided, so hobbies and interests were often the forefront of every mind. The life of a no star however, he assumed, was more focused on keeping yourself alive and well fed.

          No matter, he would expand her way of thinking even if it was by a small margin.

          “Then... You have a lot to learn.” With a thumb pressed to her lips, he let it rub against the soft skin before his lips pressed to hers once again. With her still kneeling, he allowed his knees to brace against the edge of the bed as he leaned more towards her. It was the only way to keep their proximity close, given the vast difference in their sizes even now. “I was your first, wasn’t I?” 

          Clearing his throat, he was ready to dodge that question and he intended to do so as much as he could. Yes, he had a very good idea of what he wanted to be called but putting words to it didn’t seem to be so easy. His focus turned to her bra where he unclasped it and let her breasts fall free, rough calloused hands brushing against the milky soft skin. 

          “Good to know that you pay attention to some things.” Was that a joke? The way his tone presented it seemed to be, glancing up at her as the roll of rope was dropped onto the edge of the bed. A hand outstretched, if she chose to take it, would begin to pull the top up and over her head. “Yellow, and I will pause. Red, and I will stop. I don’t intend to push your limits today, but if all you have done in the past was simple it will likely be an experience.”