Blessed be

Strange as it seemed, Minjeong was a homebody.

Strange relative to the fact you’d met on a blind date, the likes of which were, up until you, otherwise normal in her life. After all, as heiress to an industrial dynasty, she was no stranger to being recognized in public.

One should rightfully assume her more-public-than-private life warranted much-needed breaks from watchful eyes. But, perhaps in the way she carried herself regardless, the prospect of Minjeong choosing to stay home when she could sounded a lot more ridiculous than it ought to be.

You coming into her life only validated the otherwise unexpected behavior – and more.

This morning you woke up to your cock throbbing, painfully pulsing with every twitch. Your eyes squinted past the morning light, finding Minjeong between your legs, halfway through licking your shaft. The rough texture of her tongue against its underside, already cold against the air, felt more ticklish than arousing.

With a taunting, sharp flick at your tip, she scoffed at you. “Finally you’re awake.”

You laughed through your sensitivity. “Couldn’t wait, huh? Slut.”

She scowled as she clicked closed an unseen bottle and palmed the suddenly glossy tip of your cock, causing you to tremble. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” She grabbed your base tightly with one hand and started stroking with the other, sitting up and showing you her full, naked frame as motivation.

Her strokes were relentless. She smiled as you tossed and turned, half-heartedly resisting what was, contrary to all prior indications, a heavenly stimulating handjob. The tossing and turning wasn’t merely in pleasure, but panic from how much pleasure you had – that in a matter of a brief few minutes, you were already close to an orgasm. Just how long she had been edging you to do so, you could only struggle to guess, the ponderance leaving you as her hands yanked you down to earth and back into divine ecstasy.

With a single release of all her grip, it felt like you were in air. Hangtime – at least until the fog cleared up, the ruined orgasm making the tension in your balls and the aching of your shaft yield a lone dribble of semen.

“Yes,” she hissed, “finally.” She scooped it up with a finger and marveled at it for a second, as if it were the first time she’d pondered tasting it (it wasn’t). But her plans required she’d save that tasting for later, spreading the dollop all over her palm and stroking you again, slowly but even more lubricated than before.

“Fuck, Minjeong, give me a–”

You tried to reach out, only to feel your right arm tied to your bedside table. Keep in mind that that was the only way you were bound – the table scraped against the floor, nearly shaking off your lamp, alarm clock, and assorted paraphernalia, but your left hand was very much free, revealing a tightly knotted but easy-to-undo satin necktie as the culprit.

Minjeong scowled, noticing the look of ridicule you had on your face, frustratedly palming you again and making you squirm.

You offered an olive branch: your lone left hand, up in the air, empty but waiting to be filled. Minjeong knew it, and smiled mischievously. She leaned over, still jerking you, but allowed her cheek to land on your hand. She beamed and radiated like the touch alone aroused her.

“You’re so fucking good,” you hissed.

“I’m so fucking good, what?,” she hissed back, thumbing your swollen tip.

“Hah! Okay, okay – you’re so fucking good, babygirl,” you struggled. She bit her lip in excitement.

She started stroking faster again, tugging you towards another climax. “Again.”

“You’re so fucking good at using me, babygirl,” you groaned. “This dick is yours.”

“All fucking mine,” she whispered behind gnashed teeth. She brought the hand supporting her up to your chest – she was light enough that you could still breathe fully – and she nipped at your neck.

“Again, babe, please,” she begged. “One more edge for me. Please, baby, please.”

You nodded, and you let your now extra audible groans signal her – stopping her stroking as your release climbed right to the top, and forcing out a few more streams of cum.

Minjeong laughed heartily, loving the feeling of being so in control, how your cock was so willingly at the mercy of her fingers. She even rubbed the still cum-covered head against her soft abdomen, and fuck, did it melt you down even further, feeling your hardness press up against both soft belly fat and hardened muscle.

She eagerly scooped up some cum with a finger and put it in her mouth, heartily sighing at the flavor for a second before swallowing with a wince.

“God, that feels so weird,” she cringed, “but it tastes so good.” She licked at your bare chest, rising and falling with renewed pleasure, even nibbling at your nipples with pursed lips. By now your groin was in a weird superposition of pleasure and pain, which Minjeong, the freak she was, knew exactly how to ride, literally and figuratively.

She hopped off you and, face right up against your shaft, began licking. Again, ignoring how easy it would be right now to free your hand, toss her over, fuck her senseless, finish inside – you let her have her way.

“I know you wanna fuck me so bad,” she grinned, “I see it in your eyes.”

“Like it’s a secret,” you grunted against every ticklish lick she did on your shaft.

She smiled, fully content with her control. “I also know you’re holding back for me.”

“Do you want me to take it away from you?,” you hissed, sitting up. “I’m capable of it.”

She crawled up, pushing your chest with a single finger. You let her. “No, I like you better when you let me be in control.”

You sat up again, pushing against her finger until her nail stung against your chest. “Consider this a reminder then that I’m not weak.” With your left hand, you grabbed a handful of her hair and gently tugged at her head, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

When you let go Minjeong rolled her eyes. “You think I don’t know that?” She kissed you – this time, not aggressive, just tender and paced – before crawling back down. “Give me one more and I’ll let you fold me in half,” she paused at every last word in that sentence.

“I already gave you one more.”

“I’ll undo the handcuff,” she groaned, still lazily stroking you.

“I can undo the handcuff,” you scoffed. “That’s not a bargaining chip.”

“Cumming inside me is,” she retorted, flicking your shaft. You winced at the pain, and at the thought that your second favorite mode of orgasm would be off the menu. You lay back down in guiltless deference and allowed her to continue toying with you.

By now you were both far from finishing and also absurdly close – she could start stroking you quickly, which would hurt, but you’d be squirting uncontrollably, and she disliked that.

So Minjeong took her sweet time, kissing your shaft little by little. She’d even use the tip of her tongue to trace lines along your length. But you knew she held back too, every mouthful of spit she’d hock onto your cock betraying her cold, commanding demeanor. She wanted it, really bad, but this was her twisted way of getting it.

Not that you were complaining.

She held your cock up with her fingertips, massaging each side of your shaft with each of her fingers, until your tip hit her palm. Every touch, every inch of skin-on-skin felt like a cold fire.

“You wanna ride it, don’t you?”

Minjeong bit her lip. Now’s your chance: you were gonna make this as torturous for her if you had to.

“Too bad you gotta rub one more out,” you sighed, your breaths labored from the fatigue. “It could be inside you.”

“Quiet,” she resisted halfheartedly.

“I could also just not listen,” you threatened, reaching your hand towards your dick. Minjeong tried to hold it down, but you were too strong; you backed down, rubbing Minjeong’s cheek affectionately.

“I’ll do anything for you, babygirl,” you praised, “because you fuck me so well.”

Minjeong grunted in annoyance, slowly crawling up and over your cock.

“Because you’ve been such a… so cooperative,” Minjeong hesitated.