Getting his way

Chapter 12

Chris opened the door to the house, being the only one with a hand free (Kate was dual-wielding slices, he was carrying the box) and took a peek in. Normally, he'd let her in first, but he was still a bit wary of the living room situation. Taking in a nice, slow breath as the living rooms doorframe came into view and the bars were raised, he quickly looked back at her and smiled. "Come now, sleeping beauty."

Kate mumbled something incomprehensible as she staggered towards him, kicking her shoes off in the middle of the kitchen and making a satisfied sound as her feet were flat again. Chris followed her with his eyes as she walked towards the bedroom door, pocketing his phone he'd noticed was lying next to the, now clean, sink.

Then, he followed her, now with his feet instead of just his eyes. However, he raised an eyebrow as he came into the bedroom and saw she'd laid out their under bed restraints, and he shot her a quick look. "Excuse me, miss, are you trying to seduce me?" he teased, and she shrugged. She enjoyed being tied down; meant less work for her, but he'd feel more like he was taking advantage of her, in her current state.

"Well, I was thinking you needed to get a reminder of who runs the place." she answered, and made a demanding, one-finger gesture, having put down one of the slices (now only crust) on a dresser. He c****d his head as he looked at her, but complied as he got on the bed and laid down, putting the pizza box beside him. "Better?" he asked, crossing his legs and putting his hands on his stomach, twiddling his thumbs with a faint smile. He had not intention of making it easy for her.

Kate sighed and took another bite. "Strip." she said, mouth full of pizza. Chris frowned, but teasingly started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his stomach. Kate kicked his foot gently. "No, do it fast. Clothes off." He raised an eyebrow, but sat up, threw his jacket off onto the floor and the shirt quickly followed suit. He opened his pants, then paused to look up at her, and she nodded, her eyes following his movements.

There's something strangely vulnerable about being completely naked in front of a fully clothed person, even if that person is your lover. Well, it worked for Chris, as he knew it did for her as well. Now, completely naked with clothes strewn across the floor, he found himself a bit confused, and very, very turned on. "On your back." she commanded, and he did as he was told. She walked around the bed, putting the restraints on his wrists and ankles, tightening them just enough for him to not be able to move, effectively immobilizing everything but his torso and head.

As he followed her with his eyes, she leaned down to grab another slice of pizza, eating it very slowly while staring right at him. "So, what would you like from me ms. Greenwood?" Kate snickered at the mention of her last name, but she didn't reply just yet. Instead, she turned around and walked over to one of the cabinets on the wall, built into it. As she opened the door, their extensive collections of play-things were revealed.

Tentatively, she picked through them with her free hand, carefully picking up something every once in a while as she ate her slice. However, it wasn't until she held a blindfold in her hands she turned back to the bed, slowly getting onto the bed. She put her current slice on the pillow right beside his face, before getting onto his lower chest, straddling it. He turned his face, but she grabbed his chin with one hand and put the blindfold on with the other. He gasped when she plunged him into a world of darkness. All that was left were the sensations and sounds of her.

She patted him on the upper chest as she grabbed her slice and got off him again. "Now, be a good lil boy and stay there for a bit." He opened his mouth to reply, but got a mouthful of pizza shoved in there instead. He coughed at the surprise, but started chewing fine just after. He felt she was looking at him, but he couldn't tell.

He heard the door to the master bathroom open and close, then the water running for a few minutes. He sighed slightly. When she was drunk, she had to have the water running to pee. A quirky little habit that had stayed constant in all their years. As the door opened again, he turned his head to get a better view (of which there was none), then found himself actually whining.

There was no answer.

He could hear her steps, figured she walked back to the cabinet again, but couldn't be sure without his vision. He felt the bed give a bit as she climbed into it again. Suddenly, he felt something on his d**k. Something liquid. He gasped at the surprise, and his soldier stood at attention as she gave it a few, explorative jerks and kissed his chest. Just as quick as she'd touched him, however, she stopped doing so, and he whimpered once again.

He could hear her chuckle as he felt her get back on his chest, but this time, she placed herself quite a bit further up. He could feel cloth touching his upper chest, and he found himself with ammo to fire off an annoying comment. "I thought you weren't wearing panties?" She grabbed his face once again, and leaned in close to his ear to drunkenly hiss: "They're boxers."

He started to laugh, but as she reached back and took a firm grasp of his d**k that laughter turned into sputters and moans. He turned to kiss her, but she was faster than him and had already moved away, out of his reach. "Please.." he whispered, making a desperate kissy-sound with his mouth. He could hear her laugh, almost mockingly. "Please what?" He licked his, suddenly very dry, lips. "Please kiss me." She chuckled and leaned down to indulge him, and he desperately kissed her but, as soon as their lips met she let go of his c**k.

It continued like this for a while; her going from kissing him to jerking him off, but only one at a time. He grew more and more desperate with each shift. "Please sit on my face." he begged after what felt like an eternity for him, and she just giggled and let go of his c**k. "You sure?" He came at least half to his senses, and licked his lips while adding: "Take off your pan- boxers first... Please. Please ride my face." he descended into just whispering please over and over, until suddenly he felt her actually sitting on his mouth.

As she was now out of reach, she reached over and released his left hand. He desperately reached for his d**k and started jerking off, moaning deeply into her as he struggled to breathe under her weight. Obviously, she was controlling it and she didn't go harder than she knew he could handle, even though she was drunk.

And then, at some point, the orgasm just caught up to him. The feeling of not being able to breathe, coupled with the scent and taste of her blood and p***y and sweat mixed into one f****d up concoction all of a sudden just made him jerk his entire torso off the bed, like a knock-off genderbent porno version of that one scene in the Exorcist.

He grunted loudly and went completely numb for a second or two, and as he came back he found Kate lying beside him, lovingly stroking his chin. He was still out of breath for a couple of seconds, before he grabbed the blindfold with his free hand and looked at her. "Thank you." he finally got out, and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"You want some water? Pizza?" Chris nodded and closed his eyes again. Both of those sounded good.

He'd only closed his eyes for what felt like a second, before he was gently awoken to her touching his, now free. arm. Somehow she'd removed all the restraints while he was still cruising down Post Orgasm Avenue. He took the glass of water she handed him, greedily guzzling it down while she waited with a towel. As he removed the glass from his mouth, she used the towel to first wipe off his face, then wiped his lube and jizz covered chest.

He smiled sagely as he picked up a slice of lukewarm pizza and took a bite. Once she'd cleaned him off, she dropped the towel on the floor and climbed into the bed, clinging onto him as they talked about random stuff for a couple of minutes before she fell asleep.