Teased and Helpless

... he knows I'm horny, he's known since the moment he saw me and now he's just going to make it worse.

I wrap my hands around his thick arm and strain up to kiss his neck as we stand in the queue for the Cinema. He smirks impassively as I desperately try to get his attention. I'm wearing my sexiest clothes, had my hair and makeup done especially to turn him on. How dare he even try and resist me.

"Later Suzy," he says, his deep voice reverberating through my body.

I pout at him, put out, but still restless, unable to get rid of that constant tingle that has been with me since the last time I saw him.

He chuckles at me.

The queue seems to go on forever, but eventually we get to the counter and he orders the tickets.

The second he picks them up I grab his hand and drag him towards the auditorium, desperate to pull him up to the back row and throw myself at him.

"Hold on, I'm going to get some popcorn first."

"No, we're going in there NOW!" I hiss.

"Yeah... Right." He says, walking off towards the popcorn stand.

I sigh, exasperated, half wishing that my body wasn't making me be such a demanding little tart, half hating him for deliberately leaving me like this.

I follow him like a puppy dog as he takes the longest time possible getting his popcorn and paying for it.

"Take that look off your face Suzy," He says, making fun of my obvious frustration.

I want to stamp my feet and scream.

"Come on, we're going to miss the start." I hiss at him.

"We've got loads of time," He says, and we have.

***

He sits in the middle row. Right in the fucking middle! Where everyone can see us. I could kill him.

I lie my head on his shoulder and place my hand high up his leg.

"This isn't funny." I whisper in his ear.

"I thought you liked being teased?"

"Not now"

"Yes now"

"Look... please..."

"Suzy..." His voice low, but penetrating, "remember what you said.... 'Do it when I least want it, make me suffer for as long as you like, and just ignore all me pleading'"

"But..."

"Shhh, the films about to start."

I hate him. I cross my legs, tight, pressing them together to get some contact on my tingling pussy. I want to masturbate on the floor right there at his feet, in front of everyone.

As the film progresses I fidget. I can't help it. I can't bear this itch in my panties. It doesn't go away, no matter what I think about.

I start to press my legs tighter together. My foot starts to giggle up and down and the rhythmic waves reach all the way to my little mound.

I exhale as quietly as I possibly can. Feeling my nipples harden in my tight little top.

My foot pumps harder.

"SUZY" he whispers sharply in my ear. "YOU'RE DISTURBING EVERYONE".

My face burns in the darkness.

His strong hand pushes my top leg off the other.

"Be QUIET," He hisses.

I sulk with venom in my eyes. I hate him. I hate him so much.

I try and cross my legs again. He pushes them down and apart.

"DON'T MOVE," He says, his hand resting high up my thigh. I want to twist and squirm as my nerve endings screech at the sensation.

He beings to draw his finger tips along my bare inner thigh. I stare directly ahead. My eyes wide and desperate. Using all the force in my body to stay still.

His fingertips tease from my knees all the way up to an inch from my pussy, leaving little trails of fire burning along my skin.

To and fro, to and fro. Gently. Driving me insane. My thighs are so sensitive. He knows it. I force a gasp down in my throat.

I feel the moisture saturate my knickers. The heat between my legs starts to rise, its tortuous rise. I'm simmering there. I can't move. I can't speak. I want to throw my head back and howl.

He doesn't stop.

Tears start to form in my eyes.

"I can't take this anymore" I whisper, not knowing what to say.

His fingers press against my knickers.

My body jerks forward.

He removes his hand.

"Shhhhhh" I want to die of humiliation as the woman behind me taps me on the shoulder.

"Sorry!" I whimper, not looking round, trying to hide the tear that is running down my cheek.

I rest my head against his shoulder weeping softly. He puts his arm round me.

***

I press my body close against his as we leave. Rubbing myself against him.

"I need it now" I say.

"I know". He laughs. "Fancy a drink?"

"NO"

"Tough."

***

We enter his house.

I throw my hands round his neck and try to kiss him, straining up on my tiptoes. He kisses me back, gently. Stoking my fire.

He lifts me in his arms and takes me upstairs. I quiver, paralysed with desire.

He sets me down on the bed and kisses me again. I straddle him, pressing my body against his. Gyrating. Lap dancing for him. Pressing my pussy against his leg and running it up and down. He can't resist this. God, this should be heaven for him. It doesn't make sense, he should be mush, he shouldn't be able to resist me.

"Take me!" I whisper, pushing my cleavage into his face.

He smiles, as my clothes fall off willingly until I'm in my underwear. My sexiest, most expensive underwear.

I undo his shirt as he sits on the bed as I dance my sexiest dance. He kisses me, starts to stroke me. God... he's finally giving in.

I throw my underwear off and gyrate naked.

He grabs me and forces me to the bed, pushing a groan from my lips. I can feel his erection press against me through his trousers.

He kisses me deeply and I begin to loose all ability to think. I loose myself in his kiss, in his hands, I'm melting, bubbling, boiling.

His fingers between my legs. My hips start to trust towards his hand.

Closer. Closer.

I pant like a whore.

I'm nearly there.

"Arrrrghhhhhhh"

He pulls his hand away. I scream. He pushes me to the bed so I can't move. My pussy drools helplessly onto the sheets.

"WAIT"

Then its back. His hand between my thighs. Instantly I'm close. That burning, black hole of please is just there in front of me.

I scream again as he stops. My pussy contacts into thin air.

I can't speak. I choke, crying. Balling my eyes out.

He presses me against the bed.

I try and hump against him but I can't.

My hands try to force their way to my clit, but he won't let them move. He's too strong. Way to strong.

He roles off me and stands up.

"Time for sleep"

"NO!"

"Time for sleep Suzy" He says angrily.

I roll off the bed and collapse at his feet.

"Please Master"

I crawl looking up at him.

"Please"

"No"

I press my mouth against his trousers and unzip.

He doesn't say a thing as I draw his hard cock into my mouth. Sucking desperately like I want him to suck on my clit.

He strokes my hair and starts to let out satisfied grunts of pleasure.

I suck harder.

He pushes my face away and grunts. His cum spurting out onto my face.

I move my hand to wipe it off.

"Don't you dare." He slaps my hand away.

I whimper. Degraded. On fire. Helpless.

"Now lie down in the bed and go to sleep."

I start to cry again, but I do as he says. The cum dribbling over my features and over my lips, turning me up, driving me higher. God I'm such a slut.

He undresses, kisses me on the cheek and slides into bed next to me.

"Night Suzy" he says.

***

I fidget. I can't help it. My pussy is on fire. Its disturbing him, I can tell.

He flicks on the light.

"You're keeping me awake Suzy."

"Sorry" I whimper.

He reaches into his bedside draw and drags out some leather cuffs. He holds me down, before cuffing me to the bed rail. I whimper gently, knowing that if I utter so much as a word he's going to gag me as well.