Who's More Skilled at Taunting?
FEMALE'S PERSPECTIVE:
The coldest time of the winter was upon us; the breeze felt as icy as it could be. Nonetheless, I had no plans of leaving my apartment in such conditions, plus I had an assignment due.
I've planned to complete it within a week without interruptions, but it seemed my dearest boyfriend had other ideas.
After knocking on the door, I was persistently waiting outside his door, irritated after his endless massages full of teasing. I thought I would just ignore him and he'd shut up, but he went on and on, so I decided to retaliate.
As the door unlocked, his figure was exposed before me, but fear swiftly took over him, his eyes widening and his body becoming immobile.
--- He wasn't anticipating my arrival.
"Are you here?" He stuttered, displaying astonishment in his weakened voice.
"Yes." I responded calmly.
Rid of him, I quietly walked inside, moving towards his bedroom.
His shaky footsteps followed, but his eyes couldn't reach my hands.
"Did you need something?"
"Yes." I turned around to see his eyes grow even wider at the sight of a blindfold and a strap in my hands. His lips parted before he swiftly looked away out of embarrassment.
--- I couldn't determine if he was eager or frightened.
"Strip!"
His eyes returned to me, confusion expressed in them like he'd forgotten his own name. "Didn't you hear me?" I stepped forward, urging his quivering hands to strip off his clothes quickly.
"Eyes on me!"
My eyes observed him standing naked in front of my calm gaze. I stepped toward him and blindfolded him, leaving him in total darkness, feeling vulnerable.
His senses heightened, my blindfolding experience robbed him of one, leaving a sense of fragility in its place.
He had no idea what was coming, but he was aware it would not be simple.
Her chilly fingers resting on his temples gracefully moved to his wrist, followed by a sharp tug.
I hoisted him over my lap, where I was seated on the bed, my hands softly caressing him.
Her chilly fingers stroked my hips and then gave me a rough grasp.
Her long nails dug into my flesh, causing a sharp gasp from me.
"You were playing a trick on me." Her voice rang in my ears as I felt trapped by her hands. That's what I'd worried about.
"I forbade you. I halted you. But you, you carried on." Her nails dug deeper, leading my hands to grasp the sheet in my frustration and my body tensing with the intensity of the spanks.
"You were misbehaving!" She continued the spanking, her tone near-vicious.
The scene was meant to bring shame, but all I felt was a rising warmth in my body, leading to a quiver in my length between her thighs and my body seeking her touch.
"Do you have anything to say in your defense?" She carried on spanking my buttocks, pushing me to contemplate my actions.
I regretted making her abandon her work, but I wasn't ashamed. I wanted to tease her, but never desired her to reach climax.
So, what reply could I provide other than an apology?
MALE'S PERSPECTIVE:
I realized teasing someone wasn't fun in reality. When she's nearby, it's not as enjoyable.
Upon teasing her, I didn't foresee her appearance at my place. I was merely messing with her, certain she'd neglect her task to teach me a lesson.
However, I erred.
I witnessed her displeasure. Her tone, her expression, and her actions portrayed her unhappiness.
All my senses were heightened due to my unexpected surprise, and my body reacted involuntarily.
--- It seemed unfair!
Naked in front of her, I followed her commands under her watchful solicitous eyes.
The cold air turned my warm, exposed skin icy, my scorching eyes craving her next actions, my body simultaneously heating after feeling chilled.
She said nothing and stepped towards me, fastening the blindfold around my eyes.
The darkness consumed my vision, engulfing me in vulnerability. I didn't know what was happening or what awaited me, only that it would not be easy.
Her hands rested on my temples and drifted down to my wrist, resulting in a sudden jerk forward.
She had tossed me over her lap, perched on the bed, her hands in my groin, giving gentle strokes.
Her cold fingers skimmed my hips and then gave a strong grasp.
Her long nails tugged into my muscles, resulting in a sharp intake of breath from me.
"You had been provoking me." Her voice echoed through the silence as I heard her nails digging into my skin. This was what I'd dreaded.
"I warned you. I stopped you. But you, you disobeyed." Her nails penetrated further, coercing my fingers to tightly clasp the sheet and maintain an open, silent mouth.
She was angry, and with each slap on my hips, I felt the shame return.
I felt regret due to her abandoning her work, but not remorse. I desired to tease her, yet not let her achieve her goal.
What could I say other than an apology?
Romance, Sex and erotic
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--- You couldn't see it, but I was soaking wet just picturing my best friend taking me down over her desk.
"Are you really satisfied?" She demanded forcefully, ramming another slap as if she had read my thoughts. "You were behaving badly!" A gasp, practically a sob, escaped my lips, my body recognizing that word.
I disliked that label. I wasn't wicked! I was simply demanding!
"Did I not educate you?" Her acerbic tone invaded me as the slaps continued at a clockwork pace. The intense burning pain on my skin made me lose my words and only my voice remained.
"You're not saying anything."
"I'm, I'm sorry. I was acting improperly." I stuttered and suddenly the slaps stopped in the deafening quietness. My shallow breaths diminished as I tried peering behind, oblivious to the fact that I couldn't see a thing. That's when the situation escalated further.
I was still attempting to fathom what was taking place and soon felt her hands splitting my buttocks apart.
--- She would be cruel!
A blob of spit generously coated my entrance and her fingers entered the picture, starting to smear the spit around my tight hole.
Carefully, she massaged with her fingers and spat some more, positioning her fingers into my hole.
I could feel her fingers infiltrating my entry, warm, wet, and lustful. Deeper and deeper. Her fingers started kneading my insides, gently moving in and out in unison.
"What do bad boys earn?" The tranquility was broken by a question, her tone perforating my addled mind. In suddenty, her fingers struck my sensitive spot, fueling her query.
I slumped onto her lap and moaned out of delight as I stammered through my replies. "A penalty."
"Exactly!" she boomed with the jubilation of an antagonist in her voice and began pounding her fingers against my sensitive spot with breakneck speed.
Jolts rattled through my skin and my voice meshed with her moans. I moaned louder and louder, my abdomen tightening, my opening narrowing and my climax almost here.
However, her violent fingers stripped that from me as they instantly vanished from my aperture. "You thought it would be that effortless?" I detected the softly inserted plastic penis, flirting with my opening, fashioned with her sullen tone.
FEMALE'S PERSPECTIVE~
His response was transcendent when I snatched away his initial ecstasy, luring me closer to gratification. It's amusing how he comprehends my next move, yet is surprised every time. It's like his mind freezes and his dick takes over.
I was waiting for his profile to open enough for the dildo, and after some tormenting, it was ready. I began sliding the plastic rod into his hole, my nails digging into his buttocks.
His opening was still snug, yet willingly accepted it, letting each inch seep in with utter glee. He wriggled his hips to absorb more inches, and eventually, it was fully immersed.
I had planned to house my displeasure deep within his hole and I did, as I jabbed the dildo further into his hole, confronting my bitter tone.
After locating his sensitive spot for the second time, I did the same thing I had done before. I thrust the dildo into his hole, on the same spot, shattering his refinement.
He moaned loudly with primal groans in between and bit the sheet to stifle them. He wriggled to relax away and when I retreated the dildo to the verge, he shoved back onto it.
It was exhilarating, witnessing him revel in the pleasure. But it was more exhilarating in my imagination, envisioning his visage when I snatched that away from him.
To amplify his pleasure, I reached around to caress his penis and noticed the pre-cum adhering to the tip.
"You don't even require lubrication." I teased and started stroking the tip of my ring finger on the tip of his penis. As my ring finger rubbed his tip more persistently, his body started showcasing how I was visualizing it in my head.
His moans morphed into erratic cries as if he was howling from so much enjoyment, his body undulating and shuddering more upon my thighs. His dick oozed more.
"Are you going to ejaculate?" He nodded, evincing utter despair before my eyes.
It compelled me to puncture his ass anew as I inquired. "Will you ejaculate?"
MALE'S PERSPECTIVE~
I jealously retorted it after reading the rage in her tone, even though I could come at any moment.
"Fantastic." Once more, I was eviscerated by her and abandoned, clinging to the bed to figure out what was next.
I heard her voice from the head of the bed, which ordered me to follow it. I instinctively and eagerly crawled, struggling as my body had turned brittle from the enjoyment.
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