"Yes, Maggie, yes, God, please!" he cried out, his hips bucking in frenzied motions, his back arching inches above the mattress despite Maggie's weight.
"I bet you do," she replied calmly. "Or what if I just untied one of your hands? Would you bother untying the rest first or would you finish yourself off?"
Finally, he slumped back down into the mattress, just about ready to give up. She would never stop teasing him. He felt the tears fill his eyes once more and dampen his lashes, and he looked at her with the expression of a puppy left out in the rain, staring through the window at the family inside, only to have them stare back with no intention of letting him in. In a moment of pity, Maggie reached out to him and brushed her hand over his forehead, then wiping away the tears and leaving her open palm against his cheek.
She couldn't believe, from the sight of him, that he wasn't snapping his fingers like crazy. He was crying, for God's sake, actually crying, and yet he still didn't do anything to stop all of it. Everybody has limits. But it seemed as if Sergei's were a little hazier than everyone else's. He choked back a sob and Maggie stopped smiling altogether.
"If it's that bad, you can stop this," she said soberly.
He stared at her for a moment, the level of intensity in his gaze matching if not exceeding hers. Then he closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists, as tightly as possible, and nodded his acknowledgment. He'd heard her perfectly clearly, but he was perfectly willing to leave her in control. When at last he let his eyelids flutter open once more, the expression she was wearing betrayed the calm of her voice. She was so incredibly turned on she was visibly trembling.
Sergei met her eyes for a minute, licking his lips both nervously and suggestively. Maggie's eyes widened just a little, and Sergei raised his eyebrows, noting well the eagerness that surfaced on her face for just a split second. She leaned over him and kissed him lightly before looking him in the eye, their noses just barely touching, and whispered, "Make me come."
And Sergei grinned, just a little, as she slid smoothly up his body, her shins resting on his shoulders.
She came the first time almost immediately when he touched her, with a surprised little gasp. Sergei felt his own pulse quicken and redoubled his efforts. His mind was finally off of his own body for the time being. She sat back for a minute to catch her breath and Sergei took the opportunity to glance up at her. Her eyes were closed, one hand against the headboard of the bed for balance. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair, usually kept neatly in a ponytail out of her face, hung loosely and a little wildly around her shoulders. And again, Sergei pulled on the ties, half-heartedly - he knew there was no way they were going to loosen - but pulling nonetheless. It was more of an involuntary reaction than a conscious action anyway.
Sergei lost count of how many times she'd come after the third; Maggie herself had never been counting. His arms were beginning to ache just a bit both from the angle at which they'd been stretched for the past few hours and from Maggie's weight. Even though she was mostly supporting herself by hanging onto the headboard (and the one occasion where Maggie, usually quiet in bed, had seen fit to curl her fingers into his hair and order him, "Faster") the little bit of tension was beginning to sink in. But hearing her murmur his name softly, feeling what he was doing to her made him forget all about the slight discomfort.
Nevertheless, when she bit her lip and cried out the last time, all Sergei could think about was how much he wanted to come with her, how much he wanted to be inside her, holding her, and finally rid of the awful, wonderful pressure deep within him. With a heavy sigh, she sat back, running an unsteady hand through her hair and trying to slow her breathing to at least a minimal pant. Sergei stared up at her with a self-satisfied smile. Maggie raised her eyebrows and looked amused, but instead of replying just smiled herself and stood up, tucking her hair behind her ears and sipping the water out of the glass of ice, now mostly melted. Sergei watched her and said nothing.
Presently, she set the glass down and folded her arms in front of her, staring at him so intensely that he shifted a little, feeling slightly as if he were being visually raped. She walked to the foot of the bed, her head cocked to one side, and knelt between his legs once more. Her elbows rested on her thighs and her chin rested in her hands. She shook her head and grinned as if she were seeing something she couldn't quite believe.
"You look so fucking hot, baby," she murmured in a low voice. "All sweaty and so hard." She ran one finger experimentally up the length of his penis and then bent her head, brushing her lips against the tip but never taking her eyes from his. In the end, it was Sergei who closed his eyes and groaned softly.
"I love seeing you so helpless. At my mercy." She flashed him a feral grin. "God, just look at you. Every little fucking thing about you makes me so hot I can't stand it. Do you know how sexy you look with your hair all wet and sweaty? How much it makes me want to run my fingers through it while I fuck you? And something in your eyes... you look so innocent, it just makes me want to torture you until you beg me to let you come."
Sergei turned his head to one side, trying without success to suppress the little moans that each of her words brought forth. He stared at her, willing her to keep talking. She stretched herself out over him and rested on her elbows, looking him in the eye once more. "Everything about you is hard," she whispered as she ran one hand over his shoulders and down his chest, feeling his muscles tense. "So strong, and you're all mine. Tell me, tell me you're mine."
Sergei, breathing a little more quickly than usual, wasted no time saying, "I'm yours, Maggie, all yours."
She grinned, satisfied. "Even your voice makes me so goddam hot I can barely stand it," she growled as she trailed her fingernails down his stomach, sitting back up as she did it, until both of her hands wrapped gently around his penis for just a moment. He whined in protest when she let go but her grin only widened. "What's the matter, you want me to touch you?" He didn't answer verbally but his hips thrust upwards for a moment, an involuntary response to her words. She licked her lips slowly as she ran her hands through her hair and then down her body, so suggestively that by the time she reached her knees, Sergei was panting and struggling wildly to get loose.
"No, no," she said soothingly, "I want you tied up. I want you helpless." He groaned and she went on. "I want you so fucking hot you think you just might die if you don't come soon. And that's exactly how you feel, isn't it?" She reached out again and wrapped her small hand around him, stroking upward slowly but just once. "Just looking at you makes me want you, you know that? It makes me want to touch you, so long and thick." She was drawing out her words seductively and Sergei felt the precum surge from his cock, could feel it run down the shaft and pool beneath him, and the feeling was incredibly intense.
But still Maggie went on, talking in that same low, throaty voice. "You look so desperate, Sergei. Desperate, and so, so big, and wet. And I love it when you're inside me, the way it feels so good and so perfect." Sergei groaned audibly at that, and arched his back just a little. Maggie noticed. "You like that idea, don't you? Is that what you want? To put that big, hard cock inside me and fuck me 'til I can't see straight? Is that what you want to do?"
"Yes!" was Sergei's frantic response. Maggie grinned as he pulled so hard that the wooden frame creaked.
"Please?" she prompted him innocently, and with a wild look in his eye, he complied.
"Please!"
She smiled and nodded her approval. She crawled forward slowly, positioning herself over him, balancing on her knees. Sergei exhaled audibly with relief, assuming she was, at long last, going to allow him the sweet release that he had been denied for so many hours now. Her smile faded, replaced by a serious, profound gaze that she fixed upon Sergei. He blinked his eyes slowly, feeling lightheaded.
Taking her time, and Sergei didn't know why he had even assumed that she would do this quickly since she'd painfully drawn out everything else that had gone on that night, she reached down to guide him. Sergei sighed both out of pleasure and general contentment as the tip of his penis slid easily inside her. He pushed his hips upward gently and stared at Maggie with horrific surprise. Rather than staying put, she raised herself up too and he went no further.
He stared in disbelief and a kind of dull, irrational betrayal surfaced in his eyes. Maggie's grin returned abruptly and she raised her eyebrows twice, rapidly. Sergei was speechless, but he tried to say something anyway. Instead, he only managed a soft whimper. Nevertheless, Sergei didn't give up trying. He arched his back even higher, as far as he could go, but Maggie simply sat up on her knees, staring at him with an unreadable expression.
With a frustrated little whine, he let himself fall back to the mattress, resigned to his fate. She was still going to tease him. Looking mischievous, she suddenly plunged downward. Sergei's breath caught in his throat and he couldn't even move as she rocked back and forth, very gently and very slowly. He closed his eyes, willing to lie there and take anything if only she'd keep going, if only she wouldn't ever stop.
On cue, as if she were some sort of depraved mind reader, she stopped, carefully pulling herself completely off him. Sergei's eyes flew open and he choked back a yelp of surprise and genuine pain. By now, it was actually agonizing to have to stop. His jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists. His breath came very quickly, and he fought for his control. Maggie simply knelt between his knees and watched, waiting for him to calm down.
The moment his body relaxed and he appeared to have recovered, she draped herself over him once more and again, eased just the head of his cock inside her. Regardless of the fact that he knew exactly what she'd do, he thrust his hips upward, quickly this time, but Maggie was faster. She was up on her knees before he could blink. Reluctantly, he settled back into the mattress and Maggie went down with him. She sat very still for a long time, staring at Sergei, who stared back into her eyes, trying to decipher her expression without success.
It was about then that she again sank down once more, making Sergei groan. She waited only a moment before moving just a little forward again and picking up her same, familiar rhythm, agonizingly slow and unbearably seductive. This time, Sergei remembered to move with her, and his eyes closed as he climbed higher and higher, certain that now, Maggie would take pity on him.
He couldn't have been more mistaken.
Maggie watched him carefully, waiting for the exact moment. She'd been with Sergei long enough to know how to time it just right. He was beyond actual words, beyond even unintellible moaning, and was now only panting, beads of sweat on his forehead and his chest. Again, with the same slow, deliberate movement she raised herself back onto her knees, and this time when she slid off of him, Sergei cried out, frustrated and hurting. Maggie sat back and watched him, trying very hard to maintain the look of indifference she had gotten so used to wearing. He yanked forcefully with his wrists but that only served to tighten the knots, and he wondered abjectly how she had gotten them so tight in the first place. He pulled and struggled for a good five minutes before he finally gave up, lying still once more and breathing heavily. Maggie waited patiently without comment.
When she eased herself on top of him the third time, the feeling was so intense that he felt tears spring to his eyes and he whined softly, the sensations too overwhelming for him to even want to try and move. Maggie remained motionless for a great deal longer this time, but she finally lowered herself, just as quickly as before. Sergei drew an unsteady breath as she began rocking her hips again, and when she pulled away from him as she'd done before, he bit his lip hard, willing away the excruciating pleasure.
Maggie had to wait for awhile after that, five minutes according to the clock on the wall. She realized that soon, he wasn't going to be able to help himself, whether she was on top of him or not, but now it had become a personal battle of wills to her. She was going to push him right to the edge, as far as he would go, and while this might have worried her earlier in the night, she didn't give it a second thought anymore.
The fourth time, Sergei became frantic when she at last lowered herself enough to let him plunge into her entirely, but held his hips still, not wanting him to get the idea that he was in control. She moved with him casually and deliberately, watching his every move, each expression, and when she at last slid upward once more he went wild. His hips bucked madly as he blindly humped the air, searching for any sort of friction at all. Maggie raised her eyebrows and watched, fascinated. After several fruitless minutes, he collapsed, panting, the tears running down his cheeks. Maggie struggled to remain unaffected by his crying. After all, he could stop it if he wanted.
How many times could she possibly do this to him before he went insane? he wondered. He wasn't even sure if she really knew what this was doing to him. When she slipped his cock inside her for the fifth time his vision blurred and he wasn't sure if it was because of the tears or because he was slowly losing his mind.
Maggie was concentrating intently. She wasn't going to let this end until he snapped, figuratively or literally. She fucked him with cool, calculated motions - and that's really what it was, because there was nothing sweet about it - with only that one goal in mind. But this time, her timing was just a bit off.
Sergei was squirming frantically, whimpering quietly, dealing with the situation fairly well. Maggie again slowed her pace, but as she was raising herself up, as Sergei felt himself slide within her, that last sensation was just enough to give him a bit of a nudge over the edge. He wavered on the brink of orgasm, felt it actually begin with the first few drops slipping down his shaft, and then his body stopped. That was far too much; to be kept waiting for hours, to start, and then stop. He finally broke.
"Enough, Maggie, please, I can't take it anymore!" he shrieked, his voice cracking on the last few words. He began to sob, snapping his fingers madly as he kept repeating, "Please, Maggie, please!" over and over again. And suddenly, she was on top of him once more, rocking back and forth with a new urgency, murmuring, "Okay, it's okay, shh."
He was still begging when he came, one huge rush of blinding ecstasy that made him scream. It seemed to go on forever, that dizzying pleasure. Halfway through, it all became too overwhelming for Maggie, hearing him and feeling him and everything else, that she too felt herself fall over the edge, shuddering and calling his name until she finally collapsed on top of him. And still it wasn't over for Sergei. In fact, Maggie was fairly certain that he continued to come for several moments even after he'd passed out.
Maggie remained still for awhile and lay with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat return to normal, feeling herself move along with the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. At long last, she forced herself up and walked to the foot of the bed, carefully untying his ankles and dropping the ties to the floor. She then wandered to the right side of the bed to release his right wrist and found that because of all his struggling, the knot now wouldn't budge. For one frightening moment, forgetting that she could always cut him loose, she thought she'd made an enormous mistake and Sergei would remained tied to the bed forever. But then she shook her head, scolding herself, and the fabric gave just enough for her to be able to pull the end through the loop. She let the tie fall to the carpet and gently took his wrist and placed his arm at his side.
Finally, she undid the left and draped his arm across his stomach as she watched him sleep, if you could really call it sleep. His lips were parted slightly, his head turned to one side. There was still a deep flush in his cheeks, and his skin was warm but damp. Regardless, Maggie crawled into bed next to him, dragging the sheet from the end of the bed and pulling it around them both. She laid her head next to his, one arm over his chest and the other behind Sergei's head, her fingers gently stroking his sweaty hair as she fell asleep.