Kinky Sex Link

“Oh please,” I moaned, “no, no more…”

“You want me to stop?”

“Yes. No. Oh, dammitdammitdammit!“

We had cooked dinner, cleaned up, and she suggested that I take a nice shower before bed. “And make sure you shave for me,” she admonished. I knew she wasn’t talking about just my chin.

A half hour later I was restrained to the bed - arms and legs, a rarity. The nipple clamps had gone from painful to stimulating, and the couple of pillows under my head allowed me to watch her every move. Especially her every maddeningly slow stroke along my shaft. Every time I strained my hips upward, she’d back off.

Five times now she’d brought me right up to the edge, each time letting me believe that she would follow through.

Five times I settled back into the bed, each time more frustrated than the last.

“It’s almost midnight. We’ve been at this two hours. I’m very impressed.”

I looked at her, pleading. “Impressed enough to let me come?”

“How ready are you?”

I was dying. This is the longest she’d ever teased me this way. My balls were beyond sore, my cock was purple, my muscles were cramping from the contractions. “I’m ready. Please? Please? It’s been so long since you allowed me to release.”

“How long?”

“I… I think it’s been over three weeks now.”

“Oh, you’ve gone much, much longer than that. Three weeks shouldn’t be very hard for you, now should it?” She gave me a firm squeeze to emphasize her point.

“Only three more minutes until midnight. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to shoot a nice, big load right when the clock turns twelve?”

“Yes, yes, oh yesyesyes!“

She resumed stroking, ignoring my ragged moans. “Tell you what,” she said, “I’d be a real bitch to deny you after working you up like this.”

I nodded.

“So I don’t think that I should deny you.”

I nodded faster.

“And that’s why I’m not going to deny you.”

I stopped nodding. “I’m?”

She stopped her maddeningly slow stroking, and stretched her body over me, her nipples just out of reach of my mouth. Fumbling for a moment, she sat back down on the bed and held out a shiny object to me.

A quarter.

“Heads or tails?” she asked, smiling wickedly.