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I sat on a chair in the middle of the room. It was a simple dining table chair, that had seen countless meals and conversations. 

Tonight, though, it was to be the sole audience to something dining chairs were not accustomed to.

I sat with my hands strapped behind the chair. Two belts had been used, but they hadn't been fastened too tight; I could slip my hands out of them if I tried, albeit with a little difficulty. The goal wasn't to restrain me completely, though. They were simply guides, to see me through the potentially painful ordeal I was about to partake in.

The night was cold, but I had nothing on but my boxer shorts. I didn't mind, though; if all went well, I would be warmed sufficiently before the crack of dawn. 

A few feet away from me, leaning on the wall of the bedroom, she stood in all her glory. She was looking right at me, and me at her. She was frowning, and her deep brown eyes studied me, visually dissecting my form. Then, slowly, a smirk formed on her lips. I swallowed a bit. I was very nervous.

The rules were simple; no touching. I wasn't allowed to lay my hands on her, no matter what she did, until she gave the go ahead. If I did, even if it was at the end of the act, then she would leave me be and go to sleep, deliberately starving me, till whenever she wanted. My forced fast could last for days...weeks...I didn't know. And I would have no say in her decision. 

If, on the other hand, I was able to pull through, then I would have what I wanted.

It had taken a sufficient amount of pleading to get her to allow me to use the belts, as she was intent on torturing me this way and I couldn't talk her out of it. She had always been a stubborn one, and yet it was one of the things I found so attractive about her.

She looked at me, narrowing her eyes a bit, her smirk growing into a cunning grin. She had been leaning on the wall, and slowly she arched her back and bent her neck, turning her face towards the sky. Her hands that had been flat against the wall moved across her body, and gently eased up her red nightgown. It moved up from its original position halfway up her thigh, further exposing her smooth, caramel thighs. Her fingers traced up her full curves, travelling up her slim waist and trailing up her chest. Her face had an expression of muted pleasure; her mouth was slightly open, her eyes closed, and she slowly sucked in air through her teeth. And as her gown slowly moved I saw a bit of her lingerie. Her legs were almost completely bare.

As suddenly as her underwear had appeared, it disappeared. Her hands slowly moved back down her body, moving over her large bosom, stopping for a moment to slip into the slit made by the Vneck nightgown, and back down her thighs. She lowered her face and opened her eyes, locking gazes with me. She smiled again, baring her teeth slightly.

I swallowed hard. This was beginning to look more difficult than I had expected. 

She grinned, knowing what she had done had worked its magic. With soft, noiseless steps she walked towards me, her hips swaying underneath the gown. I clenched my fists and braced myself. She stopped directly in front of me, and I could smell her light cologne. She placed her palms on my shoulders and smiled devilishly.

"Be calm, babe."

She slowly traced her fingers down my arms, stopping when she got to my elbows, and going back up again. She moaned slightly, even though I was the one feeling the sexual tension. She giggled a bit, and for a moment I forgot I was, technically, being tortured. On the third run up my arms she gripped my shoulders and began to massage them softly. I inhaled sharply and she laughed. 

"I haven't even started. Relax, or you lose."

She smiled, then lowered her face unto mine. At first I thought she wanted a kiss on my lips, but she moved further down and kissed my neck, gently licking it with the tip of her tongue. 

I moaned softly before I could catch myself. She continued to suck on my neck, her hands traveling down my chest and across my torso.

"Mmmm someone's been gyming without me. Naughty boy." She gently pinched my nipples as her hands traveled back up my chest. She took my neck in her hands and bit me. Hard. It hurt, but the pleasure was more than the pain. I knew she was leaving marks. I also knew that it was a possessive trait of hers; she was marking her territory, and she knew that it would leave a weird mark there that would be noticeable for a while whenever I took off my shirt.

"Oops. Too far. I don't think drawing blood was in the agreement." She laughed and licked the spot she had bitten. It stung a bit, and I inhaled sharply. 

"Sorry, sweety," she said in a singsong tone, and kissed me hard on the lips. I felt my hands instinctively pull at the belts, and I was suddenly very thankful I had suggested them. 

"Be calm." Her mocking smile was sexy and annoying at the same time. I tried calming my breathing, which was already quite haggard.

She chuckled and took a step back, before turning around, her back to me. She began to dance slowly, caressing her features with her hands. They travelled down her body, smoothing her gown. I saw the outline of her waist beads and swallowed. Her hands moved onto her ass and squeezed gently. She rubbed in circles, her gown going higher and higher with each. Her hips swayed gently, and she slowly stepped backwards, towards me. Balancing with her hands on her knees, she placed her ass on my groin and began to rock on me slowly.

I gasped suddenly, feeling myself getting increasingly aroused. I wanted to touch her badly, but I couldn't dare. She moaned softly as she did it, more to provoke me and less out of sexual pleasure.

"You like this, don't you?" She asked, turning to face me. I nodded, sucking in air sharply. She giggled, and continued for a few more seconds. Then she stopped and got up, turning to face me. She bent to kiss me, and wrapped her arms around my neck.

Then, with her arms still around my neck, she sat on me, her cherry directly on my shaft.

Whatever calming I had been doing was immediately nullified, and I felt myself tug slightly at the restraints. 

She giggled like a child on Christmas morning, and settled in on my body. She was not a small woman, but she wasn't really big, either. She fit perfectly on me, and when she felt she was comfortable she sighed, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips.

"Damn, you feel so large already. I hope, mostly for your sake, that you pass tonight." She took her hands off me and cupped her breasts, massaging then slowly.

I cleared my throat. "Mostly?" I tried to smile confidently, but my usually stunning smirk was sad and pitiful tonight.

She laughed. "Don't bother trying. We know who is in control here. Don't hurt yourself, honey." Slowly, she began to rock herself on me. My toes curled and my breath hitched. "We know who is on top, don't we?"

I swallowed hard, feeling her warm thighs rub against mine. Again, I tugged slightly at the restraints. This time, they slid down my hands a bit.

She moaned, her hands massaging her full cleavage and her body rocking against mine. "Awww, so weak. I thought you'd hold out for longer, my love." She pouted, but her eyes were full of glee and mischief. "Is this how easily you would fall for temptation from some other hot body?"

"Never." The utterance was forced, but it was true. She knew, and for a second I noticed a look of affection flash across her face. But as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared. She grinned slyly, and bringing her full lips to my ear, she whispered. "Prove it."

She took her hands off her breasts and wrapped them around my neck. Balancing her body well on mine, she moved faster, her hips rocking hard against me. She moaned loudly and I did the same, biting my lip. She moved her hands down my chest and pinched my nipples again. 

I badly wanted to do the same to her. 

Her nightgown had long since abandoned her laps and were now waist high. The black lingerie I had bought for her was stretched taunt against her large ass. I so badly wanted to touch it. I heard myself whimper a bit, and hoped it wasn't loud enough for her to hear. My hands itched and I swallowed hard. The constant rocking caused the belts to slide down further.

I knew I was going to lose.

She moaned louder than before, and her movements changed. She rocked herself sideways and forward, slowing down and quickening at nearly rhythmic intervals. Her slit pressed hard against the cothe barrier of her underwear, and it in turn pressed hard against my member. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open as if in shock. Her face told of immense pleasure, and I knew she had lost herself in tormenting me. At this point, she was doing what she did more for her own pleasure and less for my punishment. 

She took my head in her hands and kissed me, never ending her body's motion on mine. She took her hands off me and, with our tongues still in a heated battle, pushed her gown up all the way to her chest and unclipped her bra. She tossed it aside and let her gown fall back down to her waist, before taking my head in her hands and burying it in her chest, using my face to shift the neck of the gown and expose her nipples.

I tugged again, involuntarily. And the restraints fell off. 

She moved my face to her nipples and made me suck on them, one after the other. She moaned loudly, and I could feel her shiver. I clenched my fists, knowing she didn't have further to go. I only needed to hold out for a tiny bit more.

I could do this.

"Oooohhhhh fuck!" I heard her exclaim.

I couldn't do this.

Her eyes were closed, so she didn't notice my arms move up a bit. At the last moment, before my fingers touched her skin, I pulled back. I didn't touch her.

"Shit, I'm cumming!"

And indeed she was, for I felt a sudden wetness on my thigh. She rocked faster than before, and after a few more seconds she gasped loudly, gripping my head tightly. Her juices flowed out of her, wetting my boxers and her panties. 

Her body fell limp on mine. My hands, which had been gripping the seat tightly, fell to the side. I was mentally exhausted.

I was also victorious.

I buried my face in her short hair, and pecked her. She lifted her face and smiled at me. She opened her mouth to say something, then noticed that the belts had fallen off my hands. She stared at them for a few seconds, her face blank. Then she turned to me, a sneaky smile gracing her lips. They moved.

"Touch."