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It hadn’t been long since Zenkichi had suggested trying something new to add some variety into your sex life, something he had been keen to try. Hardly even half the day had passed since you had agreed, wary but driven by immeasurable curiosity. He had been insistent on not elaborating, something about it being more fun that way. He had thoroughly reassured you, though, that it would be a good time. You trusted his word, even if it made you bubble with nervous energy along with anticipation.
Not long after his suggestion, that evening found in a somewhat unfamiliar position. You couldn’t say it was an uncomfortable one, however. Cushioned by the bedsheets, you sprawled naked on your belly across his bed; lying facedown on Zenkichi’s sheets though wasn’t the unfamiliar part - that and the cool, soothing sensation of the soft fabric on your cheek was commonplace enough.
The handcuffs linking your hands uselessly above your head, though, those were out of the ordinary. Handcuffs of the genuine kind, not the fuzzy kind reserved for gag gifts of kinky intimate moments. The kind that chafed and left marks on your skin if you pulled at them too much or they were cinched too tight. In lieu of a proper blindfold - the cuffs had been an easier resource to procure apparently - one of Zenkichi’s ties was bound around your eyes to complement the cuffs, obscuring your sight. You were left with only touch and sound to discern what Zenkichi might be up to.
He had left the room shortly after cuffing and blindfolding you, promising he’d only be a few minutes. That left you waiting, wriggling here and there to make yourself more comfortable and further muss the bedsheets. A sense of vulnerability lingered in your mind, though one accompanied by curiosity and anticipation rather than fear. You knew you had nothing to fear from him, even if he had yet to explain exactly what he planned to do to you. The light bondage on it’s own was enough to be considered a little spicing up things, but it was only the beginning it seemed.
The minutes ticked on and felt far longer as you waited impatiently on the bed. Just when you were becoming concerned Zenkichi might have been distracted by something, or somehow forgotten about you, you heard the door creak open and shut again, signalling his return to the bedroom.
“Took you long enough,” you grumbled, though there was no true displeasure in your tone. The false show of irritation earned you a small chuckle from him.
“I was only gone a few minutes like I told you. I guess you’re just so excited it felt like longer,” he quipped in returned, and you could hear the grin on his face.
“Sure, that’s it,” you dismissed wryly, though you were smiling, too.
Zenkichi laughed again, and the comforting sound was close this time, followed by his weight making the bed dip beside you. “Don’t worry, I promise it’s worth the wait,” he assured you, tone light at first, but dropping into something more husky.
His weight beside you shifted, relocated to either side of your outstretched legs. Your squirming ceased, uncertain exactly how he was oriented. You knew he had to be close, judging by the heat of his skin near your outer thighs. The bed moved again, and you nearly jumped when the weight of his hands settled over your shoulders. He rubbed in soft, light motions along your skin, down your shoulders and back, making you shiver, goosebumps rising in the wake of his fingertips. They remained featherlight, teasing, trailing over the small of back, before each took a detour to split and map out the curves of your waist and hips, before drawing together again. They splayed across your ass, smoothing over it and cupping each cheek more firmly.
Zenkichi lingered there for a moment, before repeating the path over in reverse, then back down again once it was complete. You writhed beneath his hands, unsatisfied with the simple, light touches, though they felt nice. As pleasant as they were, it was maddening not to be able to return his touch, leaving you only with the sensation of his fingers and a steadily swelling well of heat gathering between your legs. A heat that stayed woefully untended to while he caressed your skin, neglected as if he had no idea what his touch did to you.
Yet it didn’t go ignored forever, and after what seemed like far too long, the light strokes ended, leaving Zenkichi’s hands spread over the backs of your thighs. He readjusted himself on the bed again, moving to part your legs. You shuddered from the cold, or maybe it wasn’t that it was cold, but rather your cunt was already so hot and damp the bedroom air felt cold in comparison. You shivered again when the sensation of a single long finger teased along your folds. It drew back and forth gingerly, sinking deeper between your lips as it went. It teasingly skimmed your entrance, joined by another digit that pushed into your opening far too shallowly to elicit any satisfactions. Both slid away as abruptly as they had come, and you whined as they moved toward your clit instead. Whatever game Zenkichi was playing, you weren’t sure you had the will to endure.
“Zen, please…” you were already willing to beg, set on edge just from all the light touching beforehand, more so than you would have thought possible.
He laughed once more, and his fingers brushed over your clit, making you buck your hips against the bed into his touch. “Aw, already? But we’re just getting started.” his voice oozed a cheeky mock disappointment.
You answered with a whimpered sound of protest, realizing by his tone wasn’t going to cave to your pleas so easily. The realization was equal parts exciting and dreadful.
He continued his game, teasing your cunt, running his fingers along far too lightly, stroking your clit or dipping his fingers into your slit, just enough to wind you up. Enough to make you squirm against his hand or reflexively pull against your cuffs. Occasionally, he toyed with you a little further, giving you just enough to make you gasp and moan before foregoing more contact. It left your core feeling molten and tense, but not in the tantalizing way that normally heralded an orgasm. Zenkichi was doing his best to work you up, but not giving you nearly enough to give you any release. Only the minimum to stoke the flames of your arousal and drown your mind in the fog of need.
You tried pleading again, though the plaintive whine of his named that crossed your lips was strangled when he rubbed the pads of his fingers harder against your clit. For an instant, when his fingers circled it a little more vigorously, you thought he might have given into your plea, but you quickly found you were mistaken. Your breath hitched and deepened as his fingers stroked you in just the right way to forge the burgeoning heat in your abdomen into a red-hot spring of tension. It surged in intensity, more and more with his touch, until you thought it might explode. But as you groaned his name between ragged breaths, his fingers stalled, the mounting sensation crashing down, the peak unmet.
The sinful touch on your clit vanished, and Zenkichi’s devilish fingers abandoned your cunt entirely. Your newest whimper of complaint was involuntary, a noise mourning the tense feeling that had built so high before being stolen away. Each second that passed without his touch, it ebbed further away from your grasp. It left you almost uncomfortably hot and aching, your pussy throbbing with unsatisfied desire, prominent and demanding.
“So close, but so far,” Zenkichi teased. Your hands flexed above your head, and right then you wished you could give him a dose of his own medicine. “Hm, I wonder if this’ll help?”
You worried your lip at the faux naivety in Zenkichi’s voice. The sound of some bottle lid snapping open drew your attention, and he was quiet for several beats of your pounding heart. His fingered returned to your core, and again you thought he was foregoing his torturous game, moved by your desperate state. It was a convincing act when two of his fingers slipped easily through your lips and inside you, at least, and you nearly swooned in relief. Curling his fingers and searching for a few seconds, he found what he was looking for. He rubbed more firmly, and your breath caught in your throat. But that attention, too, was short, and after too brief a time, he withdrew his fingers.
Confusion joined the indescribable horniness that plagued you. That had been enough to give you more hope, sure, but hardly enough to work you up like before. Your confusion lingered a little longer, until the sensation of heat in your insides intensified, morphing into a feeling so warm and intense it was almost too much to bear.
“Z-Zen, fuck, what,... what did you do?” you asked with a gasp. It wasn’t the first time Zenkichi had touched you like that, but your cunt had certainly never reacted so strongly in the past.
Another amused chuckle broke the air, and you had the fleeting thought among alarm wrought from new sensation that you might have been mad if you didn’t find the sound of his laughter so alluring. “Little something I picked up. Hm, guess you coil say it makes everything a bit more… intense.” he explained, sounding as if he was enjoying every second of your plight.
“If that’s what it’s for then, aah, fuck me already,” you demanded, squirming against the sheets, even without his touch to stir you up. You clamped your thighs together to alleviate some of the maddeningly hot feeling.
“Oh, but I’m not done yet.” There was that coy tone again, as if would be too much of a shame not to carry on with whatever he had planned.
You cursed quietly in answer, more so to distract yourself than in any anger. You buried your face in the sheet, blowing a frustrated breath into them and stifling a needy whine. Zenkichi thwarted your attempt to muffle yourself, though, smoothly rolling you onto your back. The heat and weight of his body settled over you again, this time between your legs, keeping you from squeezing them together. The bed sank around your head on either side, and you could only assume it was his hands flanking your cheeks. You could easily picture his naked frame stretched over top of you. That picture was made more tangible when he relaxed against you, resting flush against your skin.
He pressed several lazy kisses to your neck, his goatee scratching lightly against your skin. Between his hot breath ghosting across your throat, his solid form pressed into you, and the acute throbbing in your core fueled by whatever Zenkichi had applied to you, you were sure you would erupt into flames at any second.
Your body didn’t grant you even that reprieve from the heat, though. It only roared hotter, higher, when Zenkichi rutted against you, his cock firmly sliding against your soaked cunt. You whimpered and squirmed again uselessly, angling your hips toward him, hoping he might slip up and fill you up instead of teasing you by lingering oh-so-close. But he was careful, wise to what you were trying to do, and drew his hips back when you bucked yours toward him. Each of his thrusts, his erection slipping through your wet lips was a delicious agony, the thick head of his cock teasing your clit just enough to fuel your craving for more.
“Zenkichi…” you mewled pitifully, when one roll of his hips strokes you just so, more intensely than the rest.
“You know, you sound so sad I’d almost think you weren’t enjoying yourself,” he teased, his voice a low, playful purr in your ear, accompanied by more rasping of his facial hair against your neck.
You bit down on your lip, smothering another whimper. Part of you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, insist that everything was too slow and you needed more . But another part of you was so lost in the warm, hard parts of him pressing against you all over and the aching need between your thighs that coherent speech was nigh impossible. You settled on another plaintive moan of his name and stray curse, all that your foggy mind would allow you.
Zenkichi seemed to be quite enjoying putting you through such torture, however, and his breath grew hotter and heavier in your ear the more he thrust against your cunt. Large hands cupped your tits, roughly kneading them and catching your nipples between his fingertips to roll and tweak them. His head shifted from lingering at your ear to turning his face into your neck, mouthing amorously, the light scrape of his teeth joining the slick, warm touch of his lips and tongue. Every sound and sensation served only to further ignite your longing and moans. In turn, each sound you made served only to push Zenkichi into more of a frenzy.
When Zenkichi’s breathing reached a fever pitch, and his mouth abandoned your skin in favor of low, bestial groans and grunts, you realized how close he was, with no sign of stopping, despite still denying you the same release, letting you teeter on the edge instead. His cock twitched harder as he drew it back along your wet, welcoming lips again, and his breath shook when he exhaled. And then, rocking forward again, his cock slipped past your clit and further, and he came in thick, hot ropes of white that splattered across your skin, spattering your mound and your belly.
His breathing in your ear became exceptionally labored for a few moments, and for an instant you thought that was it and there had been some premature end to Zenkichi’s proposed fun. The thought was disheartening, and your lips curled in a pout. At least they did until his lips touched yours and gave you something else to be preoccupied with. The matter of your aching, over sensitive cunt remained at hand, but Zenkichi’s kiss, rough but slow and sensual, was enough to make it tolerable. His goatee chafed against your jaw again, but it was hardly noticeable, and you ignored it in favor of inviting him to push his tongue through your lips and twine it with yours.
For what seemed like a long while - you’d lost any hope of reliably keeping track of passing time in your state - you stayed drawn together, enraptured by the kiss, hardly aware of Zenkichi’s cum cooling on your skin. His hands explored new paths while you kissed, straying from your breasts to dance up and down along your sides, over the curves of your hips and thighs, even trailing up to gently ghost over the lines of your throat and back down. Between kissing and the constant touches, Zenkichi had given your ardour little time to fade away, the ache in your core as strong as ever, perhaps even more desperate than before.
He broke away from the kiss, moving down your body until he bent his head to your chest and his mouth took up the positions his hand had held. He teased each nip equally, slowly running his tongue in tightening circles before taking it into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. You arched your back into the warmth of his mouth, feeling hot all over and disregarding the tacky sensation on your belly as your skin brushed his. Tense, needy, and half-mad, you wondered if the torment would ever end. It was a punishment both divine and hellish that made you want to explode or scream or cry. You weren’t really sure which.
Tears won out in the end, but you weren’t sure if they were from frustration or pleasure or something else entirely. All you knew was you felt the hot prick of them welling up beneath the blindfold, and you cried out Zenkichi’s name again, the word a half-sob. The wavering sound of your voice gave him pause, and his eyes swept up to catch sight of the trail of tears leaking out from the makeshift blindfold.
When he spoke, you could make out a concerned beneath the huskiness that had overtaken his voice. “Hey, are you alright? Maybe I got a little carried away,” he wondered aloud, adjusting himself again, until the entirety of his body returned to lie over you. “Let me make it up to you.”
The teasing came to an abrupt end, and you couldn’t but be thankful. While you couldn’t deny it was enjoyable, to an extent, your desire had been kindled into such an out-of-control blaze the lack of satisfaction was driving you crazy. So you welcomed when the tip of Zenkichi’s cock, hard again from the time spent kissing and touching and teasing you some more, brushed your entrance. All the tension and heat erupted from you in a gasp that melted into a pleased sigh when he pushed forward and his hardness filled you in a single swift stroke.
He paused only for a short time, allowing you to adjust to the new stretch and burn, though with how wet and aroused you were from all the buildup and whatever it was he had used on you earlier, you hardly needed the accommodation. “Fuck, fuck, go, move. Zenkichi, please,” you murmured hazily, thrashing your head back against the sheets. Even being filled so fully wasn’t enough anymore to satisfy you.
Zenkichi said nothing, answering you only with an acknowledging hum as he started to move, driving in and out in hard, slow thrusts.
Though slow, the rhythm of his thrusts was enough, each roll of his hips added to by the lingering effect of the mystery lube he had applied earlier in your foreplay. It seemed to affect him, too, if the return of his labored breathing was any hint. Or maybe the change was from how tightly your pussy hugged him each time he sank back into your heat, as if it never wanted to let him go again. Your breathing mimicked his, escalating quicker than expected, until it was a match, both of you nearly panting.
“You feel so good,” Zenkichi rumbled in your ear, and your cunt throbbed and clenched more desperately, as if answering him, and you moaned. “How’s it feel? Worth it?” he asked, muffling a groan into your cheek.
“Yes, fuck, it’s better than good,” you squeezed out between panting breaths and cries.
The fervor and tension from before mounted inside you again in unison, molten and overflowing. You snapped your hips upward to meet each new thrust, steadily growing in pace, until the sound of your skin slapping against his joined the erotic chorus of groans and gasps and cries. You wanted more, needed more, anything to reach the pinnacle hanging just beyond your grasp.
“Zenkichi, f-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you warned him bawdily, driving your hips even more frantically against his, pulling reflexively against your restraints and hardly noticing the sting on your wrists.
“Me, too. Fuck,” he growled, and the cant of his hip grew harder, as if spurred on as much by your approaching orgasm as by his.
“Fuck, fuck, Zenkichi,” you chanted his name, the only thing left on your mind beyond your desire for release.
You could feel it, the molten coil drawn to its breaking point, so close, nearly there… until it burst, leaving awash with waves if bliss. Your mouth fell open in a dramatic ‘oh’, only to be covered by Zenkichi’s again, swallowing each obscene, frenzied sound. His tongue into your mouth, slickly overtaking your own tongue and smothering each erotic new noise. His hips stiffed against you again, signalling he had almost reached his peak, too, and your mouth deafened his own moans.
When Zenkichi finished for the second time, it was far more satisfying than the first. Instead of the stickiness of his cum spattering your skin, it filed you, hot and wet as he pumped you with more with each hard thrust. All the while, still in the throes of your orgasm, your cunt milked him greedily, sapping him for every last drop of cum until he had nothing left to give.
Finally sated, feeling warm and full, sweaty and sticky and tired, you fell still and quiet, save for your heaving chest. The last ripples of your climax ebbed away, the fluttering of your walls slowly dying down, too. Zenkichi let himself collapse over you, breathing just as heavily, buried inside you still. His cock twitched unbidden, and you gasped, the movement eliciting a last fleeting squeeze of your pussy, making him mirror your reaction. You lay like that for some time, recovering and enjoying the feel of his body pressed to you, even if having him there made everything so much more sweaty and hot. But it was well worth the inconvenience.
Eventually, once his breathing had leveled out, Zenkichi withdrew from you, rolling to the side and off you. You didn’t make a move to follow him, vaguely aware of the sensation of some of his cum seeping over your thighs. After a moment, he sat up, retrieving the key to the handcuffs and freeing you from them. When he pulled the cuffs from your wrists and took your blindfold away, you saw his face was flushed, his brows slick with sweat, and looking rather content. You wondered if you looked just as well fucked.
You dismissed the thought when he pulled you against him, gingerly rubbing at the marks the cuffs had left behind on your wrists to soothe them. He placed a few light kisses on your cheeks, over the lightly stained tear trails. He said something that you didn’t quite catch, and you sighed contentedly, melting into his embrace, happy to let him fuss over you. You would have to remember to thank him later for the torturous ‘spice’ he had invited into your sex life. But for now, some rest was in order for the both of you