Make You Squint

A few minutes later, you hear a muffled grunt as you snap the cage closed around his cock. Settling back, you take a moment to admire your handiwork. You can feel his lips already pressing against your inner thighs, but you reach back to give one of his hands a squeeze, just to be sure. He squeezes back twice, before drawing a small moan out of you for a moment with his tongue. You almost give in and start riding his face before you remember your own rules.

smack

"Mmphfuck…"

You feel his exhale as much as hear it and your eyes widen. "Was that too much?"

He responds with soft kisses on your thighs again, thoroughly reminded of tonight's rule: look, but don't touch. Or taste.

For just a moment, you almost give in again. It would be so easy to just relax your legs, sit back down onto his eager lips. And the thrill of control already has you feeling so needy yourself…

But instead, you turn around before resting on his chest for a bit. You can't resist the grin that forms on your lips as you look down at him. He just looks so cute there, looking back up at you from between your legs. Plus it's not usually him cuffed to the bed.

Humming softly, you slide yourself down his chest, feeling every coarse inch of his skin against your sensitive folds, until you end up chest to chest.

Taking a nibble of his lip, he groans as you rub yourself against his caged cock. The look in his eyes is the most pleading you've ever seen him as you reach back to push the cage further into your folds.

"Can you feel how wet I am?" you ask through a grin. "No? Oh, my poor, poor little thing…"

"God…" he whispers as you let out your own moan while rubbing the cage directly against your swollen clit. He leans forward to try to steal a kiss, but you back away quickly.

"Mm mmmm, no sir!" he groans yet again as you let go of his cock and shift to rubbing yourself against his belly instead. "In fact…" humming again, you lean over to pick up a folded cloth. Despite yourself, you give him a quick kiss before tying the cloth over his mouth to form a gag.

You're clearly starting to get into it.

Opening your eyes, you look straight down into his. "God, I am so wet. Too bad none of it is for you!" Reaching over again, you select a toy, one of the larger ones. Holding it teasingly in front of his eyes, you ask coyly "Think you can handle this one?"

You grin as his eyebrows raise a bit and he lets out a muffled sound that might have been "Maybe?" But you just give him your brightest smile and a wink before sliding down his body, leaving a trail of kisses along his chest and belly.

When you reach his cock, straining hard against its cage, you first trace a finger underneath, along what would be that sensitive nerve along the bottom of his shaft. You hear a muffled groan as you bring your lips down, pressing kisses along the insides of his thighs.

His eyes roll up and close as your lips wrap around his exposed balls, first one, then the other. Sitting back up, you grin again. "Aw, my poor baby. You've been such a good boy, but I think you liked that a bit too much… But, now, where was I…"

He watches you closely as you pick the toy back up again, and reach over for the harness. You aren't quite sure if it's relief or disappointment in his eyes when you start wrapping the harness around him, instead of yourself. But you just hum softly as you work the straps, finally attaching the toy just above his barely contained cock.

"There you go. Ready for the ride of your life, baby?"

He nods and you smile, climbing back on top of him. Reaching down, you start working the toy slowly into yourself. You wonder for a moment if you were being a bit too ambitious with which one you selected, but you're so wet, and the stretch feels so good, and my god, the look on his face as he watches…

You swear you can feel his poor caged cock twitching each time you slide yourself ever so slightly further down the strap-on. Until…

You gasp as he buries the toy all the way to the hilt. You'd forgotten he could still move his hips! With an evil look in his eye, he starts fucking into you with all the desperation you know he must be feeling. It feels so good that you almost give in…

But instead, you slap him across the face. For a moment you're afraid you've gone too far, and he'll get his revenge (and maybe he will… later), but he lets out a muffled moan through the gag and stops moving his hips again.

"Oh, you naughty boy. You're going to pay for that!"

Reaching beside you again, you select another toy–a prostate massager–before twisting yourself around to reverse cowgirl, moaning softly as you slide the strap-on back in.

You grin when his cock twitches at the sound of the lube cap opening. While slowly rocking your hips, you get the massager ready. The grin widens to a smile when he groans as you turn the massager on and run it along the edge of his cage. The groan deepens when you press it hard against his balls, and you feel him tensing up beneath you.

"Oops! Not time for that yet!" you say cheerfully. A different kind of groan as you pull the massager away suddenly. You giggle softly. "Oh, my poor, poor baby…"

Still gently fucking yourself on the strap-on, you bring the massager back down, and hear the breath escape past his gag as you start working it against his asshole. Before not very long at all, he gasps as the massager slips into its natural place.

Sitting more upright again, you continue rocking your hips, loving the way your pussy stretches around the strap-on while you watch him start grinding his own hips.

You giggle again when precum starts leaking out of the end of the cage. "Ooooh, is that for me?" You hear a muffled "mm hm" behind you.

"Good boy! For your reward, you get to watch this."

And with that, you begin riding the strap-on in earnest. Fucking the toy instead of his poor, neglected cock, still locked away in its cage. And all he can do is watch as your perfect ass bounces, slapping against him again and again, the massager relentlessly milking his prostate while his cock strains uselessly against its cage.

You're not quite sure how long you ride him like this, but by the time you climb off, the strap-on is coated with thick cream from your own orgasms. Flushed and exhausted, you remove the toy from the strap and lay on your side beside him.

"Oh, such a good boy…" you say as you remove the gag from his mouth. "In fact, you've been so good, I've decided you get to have a taste, after all."

Holding the toy to his mouth, he takes it between his lips eagerly, groaning as he gets the taste of you from it.