Luna Suffers Injury
Daydreaming's a common occurrence after a hectic week at work. Luckily, my job isn't too demanding, but it can get fast-paced. I've always tried to do my best and make my colleagues happy. On one chaotic day, I was running with some papers and tripped, falling at the office. Instead of breaking my fall with my hands, I held on to the papers to cushion it - a decision that had unfortunate consequences. My doctor later informed me that I'd fractured my third metacarpal.
"Nice job, lunatic." Alex quipped as we left the doctor's office, wearing a cast on my right hand this time. I hate that nickname. My name's Luna.
"Thanks." I sassily rolled my eyes. "I wasn't aiming to hurt my hand."
"If you were going for that, you did a great job. I'm almost proud of you." Despite his sarcastic remarks, Alex has a thing for dominating cute women.
When we got home, he helped me out of the car and into the house. We threw our jackets lazily over the couch. We've got into this habit of leaving them there. Wanting to help, I gathered my jacket with my good hand and walked to the closet to hang it up properly.
"I'm sorry you won't be able to help with dinner preparations due to..." I looked at the cast. Luckily, it wasn't a full arm cast, just a brace around my hand that prevented me from using a keyboard. I was luckier still, as I hadn't lost my job yet.
"Not a problem." Alex grinned, getting his jacket off the couch as well. "In fact, it'll come in handy for what I have planned."
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
He sauntered over to the closet door, held my hand, and pushed me inside. Then pressed his lips to mine. I felt trapped in the closet, unable to do anything besides surrender to his advances. After a while, he pulled back and looked into my eyes.
"I've seen that whenever I give you permission to touch yourself, you use your right hand." He glanced at my cast. This was something I wouldn't admit to my friends, but Alex adored it. He always wanted me to ask permission when I wanted to touch myself, and always asked me for it before I climaxed. The first question is now more of a formality. He's unpredictable with his other question. I both love and hate that.
"I, I'm right-handed...Of course." I answered, bewildered. He already knew this.
"Could you come? With your left?" He asked, gazing down at me. I still had my one free hand encircled by his, so I couldn't do anything with it.
"Um, do you...want me to?"
Suddenly, he dropped my hand. Before I knew it, he was on the side of my neck and his other hand was close to my head.
"You have five minutes." He whispered in my ear. I moaned into him, and pulled down my work slacks and panties frantically, partially revealing my sought-after vagina. Alex wanted it clean shaven, and I would do that anyway, but it was frustrating because I had so little time.
"Four minutes." He whispered in my ear again. I moaned into him, frantically moving my one useful hand over the damp material. Usually, five minutes isn't enough for me to climax, but I wasn't in a position to argue now. I started off slowly, using my now single usable hand to stroke my sensitive slit while trying to unbutton my trousers and pull down my panties. But it felt strange. Odd. I'm used to masturbating with my right hand, not my left - and not while standing up.
"Three minutes." Alex whispered again. I moaned even louder into him. I pulled down my trousers and panties as fast as I could, partially exposing my aching vagina. Alex insisted on it being kept clean shaven, but I would've done so anyways. The problem was, I had very little time.
"Two minutes." He reminded me. I started moving two fingers in and out of my vagina, but it felt awkward.
"One minute." Alex, still in the hallway, said softly. I moved one finger in and out of my vagina as fast as I could. This had been a tumultuous week, but my blossoming lust for Alex may outweigh my injury. Most of the time, I can't even climax in five minutes - but I'll take what I can get given the circumstances. Alex always keeps me guessing, and I both enjoy and hate that about him. As I pushed the limits of my single-hand masturbation, I could barely focus on who owned the cast and who owned my body.
Alex says the number "three" in a straightforward manner. I release a tiny whimper. I'm not even close to reaching my peak, but I don't want him to cease his activities. He unstraps my bra and brings his hands back to my neck, pinning me to the door with a tighter grip than originally. His other hand raises my shirt, uncovering my eager, lust-filled nipples. My nipples and I both share a yearning, and we're both eager for his care. He coaxes and pulls on my left nipple gently, and I'm aware of what's about to happen next. It won't be me who'll experience it; however, my left nipple becomes tighter before he compresses it harshly, resulting in me emitting a loud gasp due to his ceiling clasp on my neck. My rhythm is accelerating, and time slips away effortlessly.
Approaching a comfortable rhythm, I hear his watch beep before he removes my hand, restraining it against the door. Fifteen minutes were condensed into five.
"No, no, please, please, please..." I fumble, seemingly out of breath as his lips part from mine.
"Please what? Did you nearly reach it?" He inquires.
"I... I think so..." I mumble. I was rather aroused, and my focus wasn't the clearest towards the end. My deep longing to climax became more intense. I persuaded myself that a few more moments would suffice, but I recognized that pleading with Alex for more would be futile.
"Hm. Maybe five nights weren't sufficient." He ridicules with a smile.
"Six." I rebuttal. I meticulously keep track of the days, more so than him. It hasn't been six for him. Yesterday, he was able to come due to my prayerful facial expressions during the fellatio. I hoped my pouty expression would elicit some sympathy, but it only made him finish quicker. "And you only gave me five minutes." I retort, pouting once more. He leans towards my ear.
"Did I tell you to cease?" He questions angrily. I remain silent, since my fingers are still in my mouth. He brings my hand back to his.
"Mmm, you were close to the point of orgasm. Despite that, it's merely six days. However, if you manage to clean up your mess with your lips, I might contemplate adding a day." He affirms unsympathetically before lightly biting my earlobe. I press harder on my fingers, relishing my own flavor as I close my eyes.
"In fact..." he states, removing my hand from my mouth.
"I'm not, I'm not done-" I empha-
I'm interrupted by his hand over my mouth. "You were extremely close. Although, I love how you taste. Shame." He says with faux disappointment. He raises my hand back above my head. My eyes grow larger, but I resist objecting, foreseeing the consequences of displeasing him. He gives a piercing gaze, angling towards my messy pussy.
"Fuck Luna, I could fuck you right here. Perhaps if you perform satisfactorily, I'll only postpone it an additional week." I consider, yearning for this.
He removes his hand from my mouth and gazes down at me, my pouty eyes meeting his.
"If you can extend it to two, I'm willing to consider that." He utters dismissively, forgoing my hand gripping his door. I dip straight into his pants, unbuckling and pulling them down, uncovering his formidable, erect penis.
I lick the tip before cupping his balls, as instructed. "Give me another day or two," I request pleadingly. His hand touches the back of my head, pushing his member down my throat. I attempt to accommodate him, although he's dilated, but I've learned a few techniques from him. He clasps my head from behind, persisting as I tackle his cock with my oral skills. He moans, breathing deeply as he pushes himself deeper into my throat. Right now, I'd accept a week.
"Hold on, I can stretch it to two." I assure him.
"Well?" He inquires nonchalantly, dropping his hand from the back of my head. I lowered myself to the ground, extending my arms above my head. I prepared to service him, keeping eye contact with him as I descended. I then commuted to undoing his belt and pants, unveiling his commanding, lengthy shaft. I offered my tongue to the swollen, throbbing tip before encircling my left hand around his balls, as instructed. He moans, leaning against the door frame.
I seize the base of his staff as my hand, now without obligation, positions itself behind my head. I bend my knees and commenced to service his cock with my mouth, adhering to his previous order.
"Great job." He approves, trying not to lose his cool. I'm also trying to keep mine as I open my eyes, looking up into his face. His eyes are shut, and he seems focused, like he wasn't already involved with me. I feel that he doesn't know this, but he also signals when he's about to cum, in his own way. It takes some time before I notice his eyelids slightly open, revealing the whites of his eyes. I allow him the release he so callously withholds from me, and prepare for him to come. The next second, he discharges his seed down my throat, almost causing me to choke. Luckily, due to Alex's nutritious diet, I actually enjoy the flavor. I accept and swallow everything he gives me. I gently massage the last remaining drops out of him, causing a low groan from him. Still in my mouth, his pulses start to slow down as he catches his breath. I sense his pleasure vanishing as mine is suppressed. Before he gets too relaxed, he stands up straight and withdraws himself.
"Looks like it just took around five minutes...and you had it yesterday. Maybe you need to want it more," he teases me, still flushed-faced and struggling to get his breath. He takes off his belt before completely removing it.
"So? Did I pass the test?" I gaze at him with a smile, still on my knees. He crouches down to my level.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't made up my mind yet." Alex rasps as he lifts my chin again. Obviously, I wasn't expecting post-cum clarity. "You better maintain good behavior. If your previous behavior serves as any indication, it seems you'll struggle to even reach orgasm with your left hand if you do decide to defy the rules. But of course, that won't happen, right?" He asks seriously, expecting only one answer.
"No, sir." I reply. I can't express it, but I need this. I need to belong to someone. I need to be dominated. His hand drops from my chin, opting to glide gently over my still yearning, unused nubbin. I shiver at the unexpected touch and inhale. He continues to trace his hand over it lightly as he examines my face, my eyes now closed.
"I love how you react when you're deprived. It's a shame when you cum..." He trails off, gauging my reaction.
"I'll show you." I murmur, determined.
"Oh, I'm certain you'll succeed." [