Page 59 of Coach Sully
Her eager nod is adorable.
“That’s too bad.” The hope in her eyes fades as I stroke my shaft, using the bead of precum to lubricate myself. My cock is yearning for her. This is as much a punishment for me as it is for her, but it’s necessary.
“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier.” She’s desperate now. “Let me make it up to you?”
“You are going to make it up to me.”
Her gaze drops to my dick glossy with precum. I almost forgot how much of a cum princess she is. I move off her, stand at the edge of the bed near her head, place a knee next to her shoulder, and cup a hand behind her neck. From here, I have a perfect view of her body, which I will enjoy watching as she takes me down her throat.
“Make it up to me, Kendra.”
She angles her head toward me and opens her mouth for my cock, allowing me to feed it in.Shit.The second her wicked tongue drags over me, I know I’m in trouble. This will take serious concentration to not finish early. She’s expecting me to come in her mouth, but that would be giving her what she wants.It wouldn’t be a correction. I take a deep inhale through my nose. “That’s my good girl,” I growl.
Bracing myself on a knee, I lean forward and work the belt underneath her. Next, I gather the ends in my fist, lift, and pull her back off the bed. I grab all but one of the roses from the small pile beside her and position them underneath before slowly lowering her and releasing the belt. As soon as the thorns prick her soft skin, she arches her back off the bed. Her mouth protests.
“You’ve been a thorn in my side for weeks… Now it’s your turn.”
She moans, and I pick up the last rose, using it to caress her skin while she takes me down her throat. Her tits are pushed toward me, and I focus on circling her nipples again. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“It’s hard arching your back with each of your limbs stretched out, isn’t it?”
She mumbles a “Yes” around my cock, and I trail the flower between her breasts and to her stomach, where she’s using all her core strength. I slowly spell out my name using the tip of the flower. Her arms begin to shake.
“Are you getting tired?”
She nods again and groans, but there’s anger behind it. Can’t say I blame her. First, I deny her an orgasm, and now I’ve got her literally bending over backward for me.
“Eventually, your muscles will fatigue and you’ll be unable to support yourself, but you know this already… because your shoulders are starting to shake.”
I lean forward on one arm to bring the petaled tip between her thighs. Her pleasure vibrates around my cock. I draw the rose up the center, and over her clit.
“Can you make me come before you collapse?” She definitely can. The question is, can I hold out until the last second? I cluck my tongue. “I don’t think you’re going to make it.”
Her thighs shake as the muscles in her core tire. She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, and flits her tongue over my crown, and I growl.Fuck. I slip out of her mouth and guide her lips back to me. Then I trace her pussy with the rose in retaliation, and she groans around me. The sound is a combination of sex and weariness.
I continue the feather touches as I observe my work. Her breasts jiggle as every muscle in her body shakes. Her brown nipples are so hard I can’t resist flicking one. The only thing that would make this better is if I put bells on her ankles so I could hear the sweet jingle of her torture. She focuses her attention on the head of my dick, and I almost lose it. My breathing increases as my attempts to remain calm are tested. I remove one of the rose stems from underneath her.
I push into her throat until she gags. Taking it a step further, I crook her neck slightly, allowing me to burrow deeper. In this position, I can slide another rose out from under her, letting the sharp thorns graze her skin. When it’s gone, she rests her upper back more easily and sighs. This time she blinks up at me with appreciation and something akin to devotion. The only stem left is below the small of her back.
Moving my hand between her thighs, I sweep my thumb over her labia. Not giving her the relief she needs, she thrashes her legs, causing her to accidentally press against a thorn. She flinches and arches her back harder, her ankles still held tightly in place by restraints. God, she must be fucking exhausted.
I lean over and notice a damp spot on the comforter beneath her. She’s dripping. Reaching over, I part her lips, and she pauses, waiting for the flower to kiss her where she’s mostsensitive, but instead, I strike her clit. She quakes, teetering on the edge of losing control. Shit, I can’t hold out any longer.
“You going to swallow my cum, baby girl?”
Kendra nods enthusiastically around my length.
She’s really going to hate this. In one fluid movement, I toss the last rose out from under her back and tear away from her lips, then stand on the floor beside her. She whines, “No!” when she realizes she’s not getting anything. “Sully!”
Once I gather my composure, I make my way toward the head of the bed and untie one of her ankles, then climb on and lean over to untie her other ankle. She draws up both knees, and I situate myself between her legs and run my hands from her ankles up her trembling calves and thighs until I can tease my thumbs over her hip bones. Is she shaking because her muscles are strained or because she hasn’t gotten to come?
She glares at me. “What the fuck?!”
It’s impossible not to chuckle as she wiggles, trying to get out of her wrist restraints.
I almost feel bad.Almost.
“This was a punishment, remember?”