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“Karen? Can I cum tonight?”
Karen tightens her grip on Sean’s pretty red leash. It attaches to an equally pretty red collar that’s tight enough around Sean’s neck that he has to think about breathing.
Sean’s between her legs, staring up at her with shiny puppy dog eyes. Karen’s naked, sitting on the couch like a goddess. Sean wanted to play tonight, so grabbing his own collar and leash (and a vibrator he didn't show her at first), he surprised Karen in the bedroom wearing the items already.
Just a few minutes later they were both stripped naked, making out before Sean was obediently pushed to the living room floor while Karen took her place on the couch.
“No,” Karen finally answers. Watching Sean’s cock pathetically twitch and drip pre-cum onto the carpet solidifies her decision. “Think I want ya desperate tonight."
Sean whines and makes a noise like he wants to say something but doesn’t speak. He knows better; Karen’s trained him well.
“Good boy,” Karen praises. “Now what do I wanna do with my sweet husband?” She pets through his hair, nails scraping his scalp gently.
“I could edge you till you're crying, could go get your cock cage and keep you small. You could fuck me too, but would you be able to not cum?”
Sean shakes his head no.
“Good boy,” Karen praises.
Sean watches as she grabs the vibe from earlier that he had grabbed. She slides down to kneel on the floor in front of her husband, his untouched and aching cock’s tip close to touching where her knees meet.
“You can handle this, can’t you, baby?”
Sean gives an excited nod.
The vibe is one of their more powerful ones, the white object mainly being used if Karen decides to milk Sean’s dick dry. It’s perfect for edging Sean as well, getting him close super fast and being able to turn off all pleasure with just a button.
“Shit…oh…” Sean moans as the vibrator is turned on and placed on the underside of his cock, right below the leaking head. He’s sensitive, and of course Karen knows that.
“Shhh,” Karen shushes, applying some extra pressure to keep the vibrator pressed right against the ginger’s cock. Her other hand rests on her thigh, fingers tapping there as she watches Sean’s reactions.
Sean tries to stifle any noises; he has been shushed. Still, little moans and whimpers do escape him. His arms are flexed behind his back; they’re not tied or handcuffed today, but he’s so used to them being like that that he hasn’t moved them at all.
“Think that ass of yours is too empty, Sean,” Karen says. It takes Sean a second to even register her words.
“Should probably do something about that then, Karen,” Sean replied.
Sean has no time to react before Karen’s free hand is smacking down against his ass cheek. He gives a short yelp, and Karen smacks him again.
“Don’t sass me,” she says, her tone stern. “Now hold your vibe for me; be good.”
Sean obeys without question, noticing how Karen turns the toy’s vibrations up two more levels before her hand leaves. Fuck, she’d ask to run him over with her motorcycle, and Sean would say yes, a million times yes.
His hands wrap around the vibe as Karen knee-walks to place herself behind Sean.
Karen spreads his ass cheeks open, revealing his pink pucker. It stays tight no matter how many times she fucks it until it gapes wide. She places a dry finger against the hole, feeling as Sean jolts and tenses up. “Color if I use spit for this?”
“Ohh, fuck,” Sean moans. He wants to answer her. Green. Green, that’s so hot, and they’ve done it before.
Another smack is delivered to his ass, which makes him accidentally jolt forward, pressing the vibrator a little too hard against his cock. A low groan leaves his mouth at the intense vibration and the small spark of pain.
“I asked you a question, Sean,” Karen says. Her finger presses harder into his hole, actually threatening to breach him dry.
“Green,” Sean finally manages. He hears Karen chuckle behind him before she spits, and that glob of spit lands on his hole, staying for a second before it slowly runs down to his taint.
He hears some wet noises and Karen spitting again before the originally dry finger is pressing at his hole again, this time lubed with spit and slowly pushing itself in.
“Taking me so well,” Karen murmurs. She doesn’t fuck that one finger in and out for very long before she’s adding a second wet finger.
Sean groans at the burn; he loves a little pain (or even a lot of pain if Karen ever uses the wooden paddle they have). Her fingers don’t scissor inside of him like when she’s preparing him for a plug or a strap; she is instead searching for—
Sean drops the vibrator and makes a choked, almost moaning noise when Karen's fingers press against his prostate. The noise startles Karen enough that her fingers don’t rub his prostate, just rest against it.
“You alright?” Karen asks with a small chuckle. “You dropped the vibe, sweetheart.”
“Almost, fuck, almost came,” Sean says.
Karen feels a shot of arousal run through her. The thought of Sean obeying her so well has her cunt clutching around nothing. She gives a small moan and starts to rub Sean’s prostate with firm pressure. “Pick the vibe back up, sweetheart; put it back where it was.”
Sean’s hands are shaky, but he obeys, and it feels painfully good when he places the toy right against his tip. “Fuuuuck, Karen.”
Karen loves when Sean gets so lost in the pleasure, so overwhelmed by it that his accent gets stronger.
Karen’s free hand comes down to her cunt, pressing her fingers against her clit. She usually doesn’t pleasure herself while dealing with Sean, but he’s so gorgeous like this. She needs to take the edge off, circling her throbbing clit.
Sean’s body has begun trembling as he tries to hold onto the vibe with his shaky hand, the other hand now braced against the floor. Karen’s fingers are moving in and out of him in a steady rhythm. He’s doing so well, not touching himself anywhere else, not moving his hips. Karen is so proud.
Karen’s own breathing is heavy now, matching Sean’s. Watching Sean’s body react to her touch makes her so wet, she’s practically dripping onto the floor beneath her.
She’s going to have to clean her and Sean’s mess up later. But right now, she’s too focused on the task at hand.
Her fingers work in and out of his ass, each stroke of those soft fingers against his prostate threatening to bring Sean closer to the edge. Sean’s knuckles are turning white from gripping the vibrator so hard as it buzzes on and on.
Sean can feel himself losing control, his body begging for release. He tries to focus on anything but the pleasure, anything else to make sure he doesn’t reach orgasm, but Karen’s touch is too much.
“Karen, please, so close,” Sean whimpers.
Karen smirks at the sound of his desperation. She knows she’s got him right where she wants him. Her fingers speed up on her clit, sweet and breathy moans leaving her. “That’s it, baby. Just keep going.”
Sean’s hand is trembling, the vibe still pressing firmly against his cock. He’s trying so hard not to move it away. He’s learned the hard way that moving it without permission from Karen leads to punishments, stuff worse than not coming.
Karen’s fingers on her clit move faster, her breathing heavier as she watches Sean’s face, tears threatening to spill, spit drooling out from his lips. She’s so close herself; she loves the way he begs and the way his body reacts to her every touch.
“Karen…” Sean whines, and Karen knows what that means. She can feel his ass tighten around her fingers, and he always whines (or shouts) her name before he’s about to cum.
Karen pulls her fingers from Sean’s ass, making him whimper like a sad dog. The same hand reaches around, grabbing the vibe from Sean and pulling it away slowly. Sean whimpers again, his cock twitching as he watches Karen turn the toy off and throw it gently onto the couch.
“Look at me, Sean,” Karen commands, her voice thick with arousal. Sean leans his head back onto her soft chest, his eyes glazed with need and his body trembling.
Karen’s fingers are slick with her juices as she brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. Sean’s cock jerks involuntarily at the sight, a desperate drop of precum hitting the floor. What he wouldn’t give to have tasted that.
“Good boy,” Karen purrs. “You’re going to watch me cum now, aren’t you?”
Sean nods, his own hand hovering just above his cock, desperately wanting to touch it. But he won’t. Not without permission. “Please…”
Karen stands up from her knees. Sean’s eyes follow her as she moves to stand in front of him, spreading her legs nice and wide so that her wet pussy is right in his face.
He can see her hand moving down to touch herself, and he knows what she’s doing. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. She’s going to make herself cum while he watches. Karen’s other hand grabs his leash, making sure Sean couldn’t look down if he wanted to.
Sean thinks he could cum right now if there would be no punishment for it after.
Karen goes from two fingers on her clit to three, the fingers blurring across the sensitive nub on her pussy. Her thighs are becoming wet, drenched with her cunt’s juices.
Sean’s cock is so hard it’s painful, but he still doesn’t dare touch it. He’s learned that lesson too many times before. Karen’s eyes lock onto his, and she smiles. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, his mouth watering at the sight of her.
Sean wants nothing more than to dive in and taste his wife like he did on their wedding night (or whenever he got the chance) and to feel her shudder against his face.
Karen’s hand moves faster and faster over her clit, her breaths coming in short gasps. Her eyes never leave Sean’s, holding his gaze as she brings herself closer and closer to climax.
Sean watches as Karen’s face contorts in pleasure, her hips bucking slightly, her legs shaking, and her biting her own lip. She’s close, so close.
Sean has the perfect view as Karen’s body shakes and she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her. Her body quivers and shakes with the intensity of her pleasure, squirting over her own hand and even a little on Sean’s chest.
Sean feels his cock pulse, desperately seeking relief. How could he not want to cum at seeing his beautiful wife so perfect like this?
Karen’s hand slows, and she takes a deep breath. She removes her hand from herself and lets Sean’s leash drop from her hand. On shaky legs, she sits back on the couch with a satisfied smile.
“So good for me, Sean. Behaved so perfectly for me,” she says, her voice a little shaky from her wonderful climax.
She reaches down to unbuckle the collar, gently removing it from Sean’s neck. He sighs but doesn’t move from his position on the floor.
That is until Karen pats her lap, and Sean eagerly takes the invitation. Rising off the floor, he straddles her lap, sitting on her thighs and placing his hands on her shoulders.
Sean starts a kiss for once, eagerly pushing his lips against Karen’s own. Karen hums in appreciation of the gesture. His tongue eagerly pushes into her mouth, and his wife’s tongue mingles with his. Sean can taste her, and his cock gives a jolt, a small droplet of pre-cum landing on his wife’s stomach.
Karen breaks away and laughs, “Poor baby. You gonna be okay? Just say the word and you can cum right now.”
Sean shakes his head. “Nah, I—I’m alright, Karen.”
Karen smirks, knowing that she’s the one who decides when Sean cums. “Alright, then. You’re a good boy for being patient.” She runs her hand through his ginger locs. "It's been a while since you last came. I'm very proud of you, sweetheart."
"Can I cum next time?" Sean's clearly flustered asking the question, his face red.
Karen laughs, "We'll see, baby. Maybe you'll get to cum tomorrow."
Sean groans, his cock still painfully erect and begging for attention. He knows better than to argue with her, ever. “Karen, please, no maybes,” Sean whispers. "Just tell me yes or no."
Sean decides to keep speaking even though he knows he’s treading on thin ice. “Karen, I need to cum. I’ll do anything, I promise, I’ll- I’ll cook dinner for a week, just—please, can I cum now?”
Karen laughs. “Oh, you’re really begging now, aren’t you?”
Sean nods.
Karen runs her hand down Sean’s chest, feeling his heart hammering against her palm. She loves the way his body responds to her. “Keep begging and I won't let you cum for the rest of the month,” she says, her voice like silk and teasing him even further. Karen’s hand slides down his body to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before letting go.
"Oh fuck," Sean laughs. "Okay, I'll shut up."
Karen leans up and kisses his forehead. "You get to cum tomorrow, baby; I was just being mean. Actually, I'm being kind. You know Charles hasn't let Arthur cum in a month? They're planning something Arthur needs to be super pent up for."
"Oh, I know. Thank you, Karen," Sean says, nuzzling his head into Karen's neck.
"If you fall asleep on me, I'll stab you," Karen chuckles. "Get up, I need a beer."
Sean's chest is already slowly rising and falling, and his face has softened. Karen groans but just reaches for the remote to watch something on TV; he'll wake up eventually.