Chapter 20: GAGGED 002

“Lick it.”

She obediently curled her tongue forwards, flitting it around the head, tasting him for the first time. He moaned appreciatively, she would have smiled if it was possible, she loved hearing him do that. He let her bathe him with her warm, wet tongue for a few more minutes then, using the hand still gently resting on her head, shifted her down a few centimetres. This dropped his head into her mouth, he could feel each breath wash over it, a cooling feeling contrasting with the tongue underneath. A strand of saliva escaped the ring and started down her chin. He reached down with his free hand and caught it with his finger, wiping it off.

“Just the start, my love.”

She felt him start to bob her head up and down gently, rubbing his cock up and down her tongue. More spit escaped her mouth, it wasn’t stopped for this time. He built up a steady rhythm, occasionally going deeper now, touching the back of her tongue with his engorged head. She managed to control her gag reflex for now but tears were starting to form in her eyes regardless of her efforts. He suddenly paused, pulling back and resting his tip on the ring, tilting her head back to look her in eyes.

“You look beautiful, time to play I think.”

With this he withdrew all the way and returned to the chest, returning to her with a crop sporting strings of metal beads at its tip. He touched them to her shoulder and traced them down her front, lightly flicking at her nipples making her jump. He stroked it around to her back then sharply rapped it down on her buttock, she flinched. He smiled. He continued this pattern of alternately caressing her body and flicking it randomly, hitting all over; her back, shoulders, thighs, feet. Then a change of tone as he approached the split of her legs, he leant in towards her as he did so, placing a hand under her chin and lifting her head towards him as he trickled the beads over her pussy, fluttering them across her clit. She was starting to pant through the open gag, staring into his eyes as he did so. He relentlessly continued, forcing her to breathe harder as she became more excited, her cheeks reddening. The all of a sudden, the crop left her, he dropped it on the bed behind her and knelt down to her, planting a kiss on her cheek as two fingers found her wet excitement.

“I think we’d better slow this down,” he whispered in her ear followed by kissing down her neck, biting her on the mound of her collarbone and then his lips continuing down the mound of her breast, sucking and nibbling on the nipple, tugging at it gently. He got the moan he was looking for and stood up. He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on his middle finger, tasting her tart fluid. Reaching down he placed his forefinger on her tongue, forcing her to do the same. She lapped at his finger.

“Good girl.”

He stroked her cheek affectionately and then shifted his hand to her hair, drawing her mouth onto his cock once again. She noticed he was being rougher this time, forcing it in faster and harder, stopping just short of her throat.

She felt a stinging pain on her back. He’d picked up the crop again! It flicked again, this time landing on butt, she jerked forward, inadvertently pushing herself further down on his thrusting cock.

“Someone’s keen.”

He chuckled as he felt himself hit the back of her mouth for the first time that evening. She quickly sat back on her haunches. No matter, he’d be going there again soon. He continued to flick her with the whip-like end of the crop, loving the reactions as she jumped at each contact, not knowing where or when it would fall next being only able to see his stomach. When he thought he’d toyed with her enough he dropped the crop again, placing his now free hand one her head too. She looked up at him wide-eyed as his grip tightened slightly, strings of saliva dripping from his cock and her chin.

“Time to go a little deeper I think.”

With that he started slowly feeding his cock further into her throat, feeling the tightness and pausing there before drawing back. He waited as she sucked in a breath and then rammed himself back down, no hesitating this time, he continued in and out, breaking every few seconds to allow her to cough out spit and gasp for air. She had now lost control of herself, gagging with every stroke as he slammed into the back of her mouth, her chest was slick with spit that she couldn’t keep in. He was totally in command of this facefucking. She felt him push harder, his cock forcing its way into her tight throat as he buried his hands in her hair, there were tears streaming down her face now too. Her muscles spasmed around his head as it went deeper, obscene choking sounds resulting from this brutal treatment. He finally gave her a break.

As she sat there, covered in the mess of the sex, he again knelt to her, this time kissing her on her upper lip, his hand tenderly laid on her cheek.

“Well done, you’re doing such a good job for me. Shall we see how long you can manage?”

She nodded, trying to gather herself for what was coming. He stood and entwined his fingers in her hair once more, resting himself on the ring holding her lips wide. She nodded again, ready as she thought she could be. He firmly thrust as far as he could and then some, pulling her head forward slightly allow it. He started the count when his balls tapped the ring.

“One.”

At four he felt her throat start convulsing around him, the feeling indescribable. He managed to continue counting, somehow.

“Five.”

She got it under control but then it slipped again moments later, by nine she was bucking as her body tried to get rid of what was shoved deep insider her.

“Eleven.”

As he said it she finally gave in and slapped the inside of his thigh with her cuffed hands. He instantly withdrew and she choked up a mess of saliva, probably with a good deal of his precum he thought, all over herself, her chest heaving as she gulped down air.

“Impressive, that’s a lot longer, and deeper, than last time.”

She tried to smile at him, proud of what she’d managed but the gag wouldn’t allow it. He reached down and untied the gag, letting it fall from her mouth. After giving her a moment to stretch her stiff jaw muscles he bent down to her, pulling her head up to meet his. His lips met hers, messy as they were and his tongue went into her mouth, a passionate acknowledgment of what she’d done for him. He ended the kiss and met her eyes, “I got something for you.”

He pulled a small pink bullet out from under the pillow, wet it between his lips and then gently moved it around her clit. She continued looking at him, silently begging him to turn it on. He didn’t. He reached behind her and pulled up the panties he’d left around her ankles, probably farther than she normally would. His hand reached in and nestled the still bullet between the front of her lips, right on top of her clit. With this held by her panties he grabbed a pillow and put it between her legs, it was high enough that she could rest her weight on it, allowing her to grind the vibrator against herself.