A Week's Worth Of Love - Tuesday

“Don't touch,” Gabe mumured as he kissed her.

She groaned. “I want to.”

“Don't.” he cautioned. “You'll get punished.”

She paused at that, alert. She felt a bit of fear but she also felt thrilled.

His mouth went lower on her body. She closed her fist tight. “Gabe, please.”

Gabe took off her shirt and her jeans. “Lay down.”

“My underwear.”

“I'll take care of it.”

He didn't take it off however. He peeled the panties back, gave her pussy a quick tumble with his tongue, and carefully placed a vibrator right inside.

“Oh, God.” she said as it began to work. She writhed madly. “I want to—”

“No.” he cut her off. “Blue your fav color, right?”

She manage to nod, “Yes.”

“That's your safe word.”

“'Kay.”

“If you want me to go slower, you say yellow.”

His favorite color. She nodded.

Gabe went on, “And if you want me to stop completely, you say white. Okay, baby?”

“Okay.”

“Run it by me again.”

She repeated his instructions to him.

He reached over her and tied her hands against the headboard of the bed.

“The v-v-vibrator is still wo-wo-working,” she stammered.

“I know,” was his calm reply.

“O-orgasm,”

“Nope,” he reached for her panties. “Not yet.” Slowly, he retrieved the vibrator and inserted his index finger inside her. He worked it in and out of her slowly. “Eyes on me, Jaz.” When she complied, he said, “You're not to cum. Not without my permission.”

“But I want —”

He continued using that devilish finger. “Arguing with me only makes your punishment more severe.”

She kept her mouth shut.

As he pushed in and out of her with his finger, he began to massage her clitoris with his thumb, intensifying her arousal.

The pleasure was hot-white behind her eyes. “Please let me cum. Please,” she pleaded.

“No,”

He retrieved his fingers from her vagina and gave it

a swipe with his tongue.

“I like the smell and taste of you, Jaz.” And just in case she thought he was lying, he added, “I mean it.”

Shyness made her lower her eyes.

Beside him was a glass filled with ice cubes, he slipped one into his mouth for a few minutes. When he dropped it back into the cup, he leaned over and kissed her.

She moaned into his mouth. She felt his fingers on her breast and he gave it a slight tiny pinch.

“Gabe,”

“Yes, my love?”

“I'm begging you, please—”

“No. I'll start when I want to.”

She scowled at him.

There was a blindfold in his hands and he settled it over her eyes.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

A few minutes later, she felt him take off her panties and something began to run lightly on her clit.

“What have I got in my hands, Jaz?”

“A paper?”

“Wrong.” He punched her on the nipple.

She jolted at the mixture of pain and pleasure. “Ow,”

“Try again. What have I got?”

She thought frantically, tuning her senses with the sensation on her clit. Back and forth it went, teasing her here, teasing her there. What could be that light? Not his fingers, she was sure.

“Gabe, please, lemme—”

This time, he flicked a finger on her clitoris. Her reaction was caught between a gasp and a moan.

“Don't beg. Answer my question.”

It came to her suddenly. “A feather! It's a feather!”

“Hmm,” his finger was now inside her again. “Close enough. It's a feather tickler.”

“Don't I get a reward?”

“You do.”

She felt his mouth on her pussy and she gasped and stretched on the bed. It was crazier that she couldn't even touch him.

“Gabe, wai— OhmyGod. Fuck.” Her back went off the bed and came back down. “Please, Gabe, please.” Her voice was now a hoarse whisper. She could not withstand it any longer. She wanted his cock inside of her now. Even if it was for just a few minutes.

He stopped.

The silence unnerved her and she began to writhe. “Gabe?” What was he doing?

“Gabe?”

“Right here, babe.”

“What are you doing?”

“Things.”

“Could you fuck me, please?”

“No, not yet. I'll make you plead when I want to.”

Her stubbornness rose to the forefront at his words. “I will not.”

“Oh, you will, my darling. You will,”

“I can bet you that I will not.”

Gabriel smiled, a gleam in his eyes. “I always love a challenge.”

“So do I,” came the pompous reply.

Jaz, Gabe thought with a fond smile, a woman after my heart.

He lowered his head - he'd never lost a bet, and he was not about to start now.

Jaz jolted as his tongue danced on her clit. Only his tongue at the tip of her clit. She almost started frothing at the mouth.

“Enjoying yourself?”

She swallowed quietly and tried to make her voice come out as normal. “You aren't doing bad.”

Gabe laughed silently, his body rumbling. Pride wouldn't let her admit that she was having the time of her life, but he could tell from the little tremors that ran through her body that she was.

“You'll just have to throw in the towel, Jaz,”

She caught in her breathe and managed to ask as his tongue continued his assault on her, “What towel?”

Now he brought his head up. She shivered as he began using his feather again.

“Wanna say something, Jaz?”

“N-no. J-just keep up the good work,”

“I will. Thanks.”

“D-don't do that,”

“Don't do what?”

He was probing her pussy gently with the tip of his cock, teasing her with it, but he made sure he did not enter her all the way. A hard task, seeing how wet she was.

“Hmmf,”

“You say?”

“N-nothing.”

“I want you to beg, Jazmine. Beg me to fuck you.”

“I will not,” said the mule-headed girl

“There's still time yet.” He slid into her, just that once, and pulled slowly back out.

“Gabe. Gabe,”

“You know the magic word, baby. Say it.”

She knew she couldn't stand it anymore so she exploded, “Please, please, please, goddammit!”

“Please what?” asked the devil.

“I want you to make love to me. Now. Please.”

He had to grin. “Just what I was waiting for.” He kissed her then and massaged her nipple until it was taut and peaked.

“Gaaaabe,” she groaned his name.

“Yeah, baby?”

When he slid into her, it was a relief for the both of them. He pulled out, slid in, pulled out, slid in, and she almost went mad with the pleasure and agony of it. The rhythm he kept sent shivers from the base of her spine to the tip of her toes.

“Gabe?”

“Baby?”

“Can you untie me, please? I want to hold you.”

He paused just for a second before untying her hands and taking off the blindfold from her eyes.

And he could not deny the pleasure he felt when her hands went round him and craddled him closer, shivering and shaking underneath his touch, and chanting his name.