Rules of the Game
I kneel next to him, perpendicular to his body, my feet tucked neatly under my bum. His cock sways as if trying to get my attention.

I so want to give it my attention. I watch, my mouth watering, as he wraps his hand around it, palm down. And pulls.

As his fist reaches the ridge of his cock head, a single bead of clear liquid slowly emerges. I start to bend forward to lick it but then remember my hands are tied behind my back. He smiles triumphantly as I cast my eyes downward.

Absent is the slightest hint of submission. In its place is something all too familiar.

Hunger.

Need.

Desire with a force so intense I feel it's heat race toward my throat.

He sees it and touches me gently, his fingers tracing down my belly before brushing across my pussy. I close my eyes and moan as his hand retreats.

"Open your eyes" he whispers and I glance through hooded eyes at his hand stroking his cock.

My eyes dart to his face but return to the object I am craving. My pussy opens, my lips swollen and moist.

Ready.

He rises and stands in front of me, his cock a foot in front of my face. He strokes it faster, ignoring my pleas.

"Oh, please" I beg. "Please"

It's all I can manage before the sheer torture of his denial rises in my throat, silencing me.

He stands and watches me squirm, amused.

Defiance flashes in my eyes and I raise my head and straighten my neck, looking directly at his cock.

He ignores my bravado and takes a step forward. His glistening cock head is inches from my mouth. Sweat beads on my neck before rolling neatly between my breasts.

He reaches out his hand and runs it through my hair. Gripping my hair with his left hand, he grips his shaft with his right. Bringing his cock slowly toward my mouth he stops when I part my lips.

"Stay still. Keep your mouth closed."

I whimper, knowing what's coming. I love this game.

He rubs his head across my lips, until they are slick with the juice I want so badly to taste.

Releasing his shaft, he runs his fingertips under my chin. My tongue darts out and licks the salty liquid off the glans. I resist the sweet temptation of taking him down my throat.

I play by the rules.

I gently bathe his cock head with my tongue, swirling around it to try and coax some more nectar to the tip. He moans appreciatively and his hips thrust toward me. He pulls my neck down and I take his balls into my mouth, massaging them eagerly with my tongue.

Letting them slip down across my chin, I rub the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft back to his head.

Looking up into his eyes, I watch for the sign to take him.

His fingers loosen on my hair.

There it is. My cue. I open my mouth and slide his cock down my throat.

Seconds later I release my hands from their confines. He laughs but doesn't look the least bit surprised.

After all, I made the rules in this game.