Ethan set down the ice and began to toy with my nipples, pinching and pulling them in just the ways he knew I liked best.
"I'm going to come," I cried out, but he didn't stop the stimulation. Instead, he turned up the setting on the vibrator, making it even harder for me to resist and gripped my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks erotically.
He knelt behind me, and I could feel his rock-hard dick poised right against my pussy, which was now pulsing with pleasure and dripping wet with the juices of my arousal.
"Don't come until I fuck you," Ethan insisted. I bit my lip, trying to obey.
"Yes, master," I said, and mercifully, he turned off the vibrator.
Pulling away the ropes that had bound the toy to my crotch, he caressed my naked body and said, "Good girl. You've learne
d to obey me well. Let's see if you can keep it up."
I was still kneeling on the bed with my wrists tied to the headboard, and he was now kneeling behind me, rubbing his strong hands all over my flesh. Suddenly, he plunged his dick into my ready pussy from behind, entering me with one, powerful thrust.
I moved my hips back to meet him, and he gave my nipples a painful punishing pinch that made me cry out in pain.
"Did I give you permission to move like that, naughty girl?" he growled.
"Sorry, master," I whimpered and kept myself still while he fucked me slowly and deeply from behind. His left hand wrapped around my waist to massage my clitoris, while his right hand gripped my tits and fondled my nipples. The stimulation felt incredible and was swiftly driving me towards orgasm.
"I'm going to come," I moaned, and he slapped me on the ass, hard, making me gasp aloud in pain.
"Not until I say you can." His voice was a menacing growl.
Not being permitted to orgasm made the pleasure he was giving me all the more intense as every nerve cell in my body vibrated from it. It made me want to explode with pleasure. I never knew sex could be so intense and I wanted it to last forever, even as I prayed that it would finally come to an end and he would let me orgasm.
I could feel the climax building uncontrollably inside me and knew I wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer.
"Please, master," I begged. "Please let me come."
"Not yet." Ethan pulled out of me and stepped away from the bed, making me whimper with disappointment.
I called after him, "Please let me come, master. Please."
He came back to the bed with a knife, and even though I knew he would never hurt me, the mere sight of it made my heart race. He used the sharp blade to cut the ropes off my wrist, releasing me from the bonds that kept me trapped to the bed, but I kept gripping the headboard and did not move from my position of kneeling on the bed.
"Good girl. You didn't move without my permission," Ethan praised. "Now, if you can pass one final test, you can have your reward."
My heart was pounding as I wondered what it could be. I was so close to getting what I wanted; I hoped I didn't blow it at the end.
"Lay down in the center of the bed," he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation.
He had my complete trust, and I was amazed at how eager I was to follow his orders. I was his willing slave and happy to call him master. The world of BDSM was more pleasurable than I ever would have imagined, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
"Good girl. Now, close your eyes and put your hands behind your head. Don't move and don't say a word." I did as I'd been told, clasping my fingers together behind my head to help me keep still.
Suddenly, I felt Ethan climb onto the bed beside me. His lips were kissing me all over and his hands were touching me all over: caressing, fondling, pinching, and squeezing. It felt wonderful, and soon my body was writhing with pleasure and I knew I was nearing orgasm again. I wanted desperately to move, to reach out and touch him in return and make love to him, but I knew I had to stay perfectly still.
Ethan's mouth and hands had me on fire with desire, and my breath was coming in ragged gasps and moans as I grew nearer and nearer to climax. I wanted to warn him that I was about to orgasm and to ask his permission, but he had ordered me not to speak. It was excruciating, and yet the most erotically pleasurable torture of my entire life. I never knew being forced to lie silently still could be so incredibly hot and every part of my body tingled, on the edge of exploding with sexual pleasure.
"Look at what a girl you are being. I know you want to move, to cry out in pleasure, to feel my dick in your pussy," he whispered, taunting me. "I know you want me to fuck you until you come."
He was right. He was so right, but I wouldn't be teased into disobeying. It was a trick to get me to lose this final test, and refused to fall for it. He climbed on top of me then, spread my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hard dick was poised just outside the entrance to my pussy, making me ache with yearning.
"You want me to fuck you. I know you do." Ethan's teasing was almost unbearable, and then finally he gave me what I wanted and plunged his dick into me, saying, "Good girl. Now you can have your reward. Fuck me, baby; fuck me until you can't come any more."
He thrust inside me then, with powerful strokes I feared might tear me apart, but it felt so good as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and met him thrust for thrust. My first orgasm came quickly; with a gush of fluid I had been holding back.