“Nothing really,” she replied with a smile. “I just want to get you in the room.” The elevator’s ping stopped Greg in his tracks as his mouth opened to reply. They got to the room and Anya pushed her way past the door and towards the wooden desk chair in the corner. She turned it towards the bed, picked up a small bag from a drawer and locked herself in the bathroom.
Greg looked puzzled.
“Turn off all the lights,” Anya shouted. “And open the curtains.” This was becoming a bit of a habit. Greg was now deliberately booking high-rise hotels and requesting rooms on high floors. He liked the way Anya’s recent sexual awakening had led them to this and he didn’t want to curb it by getting the wrong room.
“OK I’m done.” Greg was eager to find out what his next instruction was.
“Take all of your clothes off and sit on the wooden chair then tell me when you’re ready.”
Greg quickly got naked, then sat on the hard chair. “Ready,” he shouted excitedly.
Anya opened the bathroom door and switched off the light before walking out. She had changed out of her jeans and jumper and was now wearing high heels, black stockings, lacy black panties and matching bra. She also held Greg’s trusty black dressing gown belt and the red velvet eye-mask he’d purchased for their last trip away.
“Wow!” Greg gasped as Anya, slowly strutted towards him.
“Don’t touch me,” she ordered. “Keep your hands behind your back.” She walked behind him and bound his wrists together, looped the belt trough the chair back and around his ankles, tying one tightly to a chair leg. He couldn’t move.
She climbed on to the bed, facing Greg, removed her bra and put on the eye-mask. Resting her heels on his knees, she lay herself back. "I'm your new toy. Tell me what to do"
Greg looked down on his wife, beautifully lit by the moonlight streaming in through the window. He’d only ever seen her in tights before so the stockings were a very pleasant surprise. His mind wandered to the shopping trip she must’ve taken to buy the lingerie, causing his cock to move from between his legs and fill with blood.
He finally decided what he desired. He’d always fantasised about watching Anya masturbate. He knew she did it. She must do, he thought, we all do. If she was in this submissive mood then maybe she would let him watch. She would HAVE to let him watch, she was under his control. He let his legs fall open pushing hers wider and exposing her vulva from behind its lacy curtain. He knew he’d have to lead her to it gently.
Greg’s erection gained strength. "Caress your tits." He commanded. Anya began to stroke her breasts as instructed. "Don't touch your nipples until I say." Greg stared at the dark rippled circles waiting for them to become hard. "Now lick your fingers and feel how hard your nipples are now."
Anya dreamily sucked each of her index fingers in turn before pressing the tips lightly onto each nipple. But she didn't stop there; she ran her fingers around them, squeezed them between her thumbs and fingers, and then pulled them gently outwards while biting her lip.
"Slide one hand down to your panties and feel your heat through them.” Anya obliged. “Now rub yourself where it feels good. Keep your hand outside your panties.”
Greg's heart was now beating fast at this erotic scene. He'd never seen Anya do anything like this before and he was turned on beyond belief.
Anya moved her hand back to her tits.
“Did I say you could do that?”
“No, but it’s my turn. I’m in charge now.” Anya ripped off the eye-mask and looked defiantly into Greg’s eyes. She moved her hand back to her panties and slid them to one side, exposing her eager pussy. She began working on her lips in a slow circular fashion, never breaking eye contact with Greg.
“Do you want to see me cum baby?” The size of Greg’s erection should have told her the answer. It was throbbing in tune with his heartbeat and already glistening with pre-cum.
“Mmmm,” he just nodded, his jaw clenched with the effort of staving off his own orgasm.
She slid a finger inside her glistening vagina and began to finger fuck herself. She whimpered in delight as she withdrew her finger and languidly brushed it across her clitoris, up her belly, around her breast and finally circled the remaining juices around her nipple. Greg was mesmerised by her performance. He wanted more but wasn’t sure how long he could last without exploding. He groaned.
Anya carefully placed the eye-mask over his eyes, then, without warning, she slapped him, hard, across the cheek.
“What the..” Greg was stunned but before he could utter another sound, she lifted her leg onto the chair and slowly squeezed the sole of her stiletto clad foot down onto his exposed balls. Greg enjoyed the initial feeling but soon the pleasure was gone as the pressure squeezed down on them and the pain made its way up his scrotum. “Fuck! Anya!!” He barely had time to cry out before another slap cracked across his other cheek. What was going on? Aggression was radiating from her. Her finger nails clenched around his nipples, normally such a turn-on for him, but this time she dug them in deep until he let out a sharp yelp. This was more than the usual games, she actually wanted to draw blood.
“Well you can’t see me cum!” She pushed down harder on his balls. “You’ll just have to listen instead.”
She released her sadistic grip on Greg and sat back down.
Glad that for now the pain was over, Greg remained silent and listened as she rearranged herself into position on the bed. Her shoes were cold as she positioned them back against his knees, pushing his legs together as she let hers fall apart and spread out wide onto the bed.
She raised herself from the bed and slid her panties down, just far enough to give her hand room to play.
“My pussy is soooo wet Greg. What shall I do with it? Shall I let my finger play there? Oh that’s nice. Can you hear that Greg?” He strained his ears. Yes, he could hear the soft suck of her vagina. “That’s my finger going in … and out. In … and out.” She sighed heavily. “Oh! That feels soooo good. Do ya think it’ll be twice as good with two fingers, Greg?”
Greg gulped, imagining her pushing two fingers into herself. “Let me see,” he croaked.
“What is it you want to see, Greg? Eh? Do you want to see my wet pussy lips? Do you want to see me slip my fingers into my wet pussy? Do you want to see me slide my fingers, all full of pussy juice, over my clit, like this?” She let out a long low moan. “Mmmm, I’m doing it Greg. I’m caressing my clit … ohhh …” Her moaning added to Greg’s frustration. He could hear the squelching, he knew her clit would be gloriously engorged.
“I’m using both hands now Greg. I’ve got one lot of fingers inside me – oh yes, I can feel my pussy throbbing around them.” She stopped her teasing for a while and just enjoyed the pleasure she was giving herself, rubbing her clit round and round, faster and faster. “My fingers are fondling juicy clit – round in circles, pressing harder … God this is … oh … fuck, fuck … FUCK!”
Anya couldn’t keep the fingers inside herself and had to grip her thigh as the pleasure thrust her hips up and down on the bed, heels digging into Greg’s knees as she pushed down for stability. Her orgasm pulsed through her legs and feet into Greg. One last arch of her back and the ecstasy was over. She crashed back down onto the bed and her legs hit the floor, the edges of her heels scraping a raw red line down the sides of his legs.
In blissful pleasure, she had almost forgotten about Greg, sitting there silent, almost perfectly still with only his back and forth cock throbbing to show he was still alive. She opened her eyes. She knew Greg had always wanted to watch her do this but she’d always been too inhibited before. Well, things were different now. She was experiencing a side to her sexuality that had been repressed, locked away, waiting to be unleashed. She loved it.
“Wow baby that sounded amazing. Why didn’t you let me see it?” Greg asked after recovering from the pain. Without reply, Anya stood and made her way to the bathroom.
“Anya?” quizzed Greg, “Where are you? Don’t leave me like this, I need you, I’m begging you, please.”
Anya washed her hands and looked in the mirror. The release of sexual tension had caused a change in mood. Instead of the earlier anger towards Greg, she now felt remorse. She re-entered the room, walked over to Greg and stood over him, legs aside his. She pulled his head into her bosom and held it tight, whispering “Sorry baby” as she did.
She felt for his hard cock and moved it into position as she lowered herself gently down. As her bottom reached his thighs she moved her legs behind the chair, making sure his cock was buried as deep inside her pussy as was possible.
She squeezed his cock with her pussy then released the tension. Repeating this some more, she reached for his nipples again. Clenching them with her nails but not as hard as before, she wanted him to feel pleasure this time. Greg exhaled deeply as every squeeze of his cock and pinch of his nipple brought him closer to orgasm. The usual rush of power that flowed through him was not present. The lack of firm movement over the tip and shaft was preventing it. Instead was just intense pleasure as he felt every muscle movement inside Anya pressing on his hard penis.
It was too much, uncontrollably his body began to spasm, it went into forced orgasm, completely out of his control. He felt the warm tensing of his balls, the pumping flow of the sperm, making its way along his shaft and exploding out into what little space was left inside Anya. He desperately wanted Anya to bounce up and down on him, to fuck his cock of the spunk that was being pumped out. She didn’t though, she just squeezed it some more and moaned as the pumping sensations brought that familiar warmth to her vagina.
Anya leant forward and kissed Greg tenderly on the lips whilst she reached to untie him from the chair. They embraced.
Greg felt the warmth of Anya’s body and the heavy beating of her heart against his chest. He felt the euphoria that normally accompanies sexual release, but in addition was slight trepidation about what Anya was becoming. Worse than that, he still hadn’t seen her masturbate!
