#mobmonday

extended warnings: dom/sub dynamic, dom!tom, a punishment, blindfold, hand + ankle restraints, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, vibrator (I'm envisioning a hitachi but you do you), dirty talk, and unprotected MxF sex (please practise safe sex!! condoms act as barriers against STIs as well as unplanned pregnancy).

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You’re so used to the sound of the vibrator that the buzzing doesn’t bother you anymore. 

You stopped caring somewhere after the second orgasm. As you came down from the high and the round curve of the vibrator continued to pulse into you, all coherent thoughts flew from your mind. All you can think about is the vibrator, strapped down against your inner thigh, nuzzling into the flushed bud of your clit, buzzing relentlessly.

“Please, Tom,” you whimper. You’ve got a blindfold wrapped around your eyes and long silky ties securing your wrists and ankles to the bed frame, but you know he’s sitting in the armchair by the door. You can hear him flicking through a pile of documents, and the occasional sigh as he scribbles something down over the pages. “Stop ignoring me.”

You can hear him groan, and it’s full of such a heated irritation that it makes you regret ever opening your mouth.

“If I was ignoring you, I wouldn’t be here listening to your pretty little screams, would I, darling?” 

You shift about restlessly, your body shaking as you feel the heat between your legs continuing to build. You’re exhausted - drawn out, and fragile, and shaky, but the vibrations against your clit show no sign of stopping. It doesn’t matter how many times you’re pushed to climax: they keep going, and going, and all you can do is hope Tom eases off before you go over the edge. It burns, but it’s delicious and enticing, and you have a safe-word just in case it goes too far, but you both know you live for this. Being utterly at his mercy, reduced to a writhing, desperate mess as he sits off to the side, fully-clothed, unbothered. It’s a level of control that makes your cunt clench and your eyes roll, and you love every torturous second.

“Touch me,” you ask. You sound wrecked. Your throat burns and your lower lip hurts from all the gnawing you’ve been doing.

“How many orgasms have you had?”

It takes you a moment to respond, your brain sluggish and clouded. “Three,” you reply. You pull at the ties looped around your wrists and moan loudly as you try to shy away from the bulbous head. “Please- pl-please, Tom, touch me.”

“Make it four, and then I’ll come over.” He says it so flippantly - so easily - that it’s like he’s asking for something casual. His words make you whimper, but you grit your teeth. 

“Okay,” you mutter. 

Your fourth orgasm sweeps over you in a grand wave of pleasure, and as soon as you’re coming down from it, you find your hips jerking off the bed. You curse, nuzzling your face against your forearm as you try to lessen up the vibrations that persist against your clit. The small bud is so hypersensitive that it’s almost painful.

“Good girl,” Tom coos. You hear him stand up and toss the papers aside, and tears of relief pool along your lash line as you feel him play with the straps of the vibrator. There’s a small click, and it turns off. Your entire body sags as you sigh out desperately.

“Thank you,” you mumble, over and over. Tom’s hands run along your inner thighs, teasing your tender skin, but it feels so much warmer and personal than the cool plastic of the wand that you find yourself grinding into his touch. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks you, his voice deceivingly gentle. He pushes the vibrator away from you completely and settles between your legs, the mattress shifting as he pushes your thighs further apart. 

“Tender,” you whimper. Your hips jump up and you cry out as you feel his finger trace through your puffy outer lips. “S-So sensitive, Tom.” 

“You’re absolutely soaked, darling,” he coos. You feel two of his slender fingers slip into your pussy easily, meeting no resistance, and he teases you with a few shallow thrusts. “Do you remember what I told you earlier?”

“Mmm, you said you’d fuck me if I was good?”

You moan when you feel his lips press a soft kiss to your quivering bud. “Exactly. I think you’ve earned it.”

You nod your head, dizzy with want. Cumming on a vibrator is nothing compared to Tom’s cock buried deep inside your cunt, and for the entire time you were brought over the edge, you couldn’t help but fantasise about the sweet burn of his length stretching you out.

“Please.” 

You hear his belt release and the sounds of his other clothes falling to the floor.

“Can you take off my blindfold?” You dare to ask, as Tom positions himself over you. He takes his time slotting into place because your arms and legs are spread out by the ties, but eventually, he finds a comfortable position.

“No, darling.” There’s a cool kiss pressed just beneath your jaw. “This is still a punishment.” Tom enters you quickly, and he bottoms out with a grunt. “You’re not cumming on my cock, either, m’love.” 

His words make you cry out, and you strain desperately against the ties as Tom begins to fuck you roughly. He doesn’t hold back as he grabs your hip with one hand and presses his other bicep into the bed, and bucks into you furiously.

“W-Why not?” You spit out, squirming. It feels so good to have him rocking into you, his thick cock pressing into your sensitive walls, but you can tell he’s not focused on your pleasure. He disregards your clit completely, his hair falling into the crook of your neck as he curses and ruts his hips, chasing after his own release. 

“Because you were bad,” he reminds you. His teeth dig into your shoulder and the bite brings you another level of pleasure. “Hm? You’ve been a needy brat all day, angel. Not listening to me, riling me up.” Tom breaks off to release a low moan, and his fingers tighten around your waist. “You don’t deserve to cum around my cock, do you?”

“I do,” you try, but you know your pleads fall on empty ears. He’s slowing down now, holding you tighter, and as your walls clench around his length, you know Tom’s nearing the verge. “Please?”

“No.” He kisses at the base of your neck, his breathing laboured. “You’ll take my cum, like a good girl, and then maybe I’ll let you cum again. But it’ll be on the vibrator.” 

It’s so cruel that it brings a wobble to your chin, and a tightening in the back of your throat. But you can barely focus on that as Tom finally peaks, and he empties his load into you as your walls squeeze him out, his beautiful moans filling the bedroom. You almost cry when he pulls out and his cum starts to drip from your hole, only to feel him grab the vibrator and push it back into your heat.

It remains motionless as Tom reaches up and tugs off your blindfold. His brown eyes meet with yours, and you see them glint mischievously before he leans in to kiss over your forehead. 

“Come now, love, don’t cry,” he coos, thumb brushing over your cheek. Tears glisten in your eyes. “I thought you wanted to cum?” He kisses you softly and chuckles into your mouth when his hand flicks on the vibrator and you whimper against his lips,