Writers Bloc - 03

Christian shut his laptop and rubbed his eyes. His afternoon had been filled with pointless meetings and long winded emails, but he'd made it through. He wasn't sure if Elizabeth's teasing messages had helped make the corporate drudgery pass faster or more painfully, but he smiled as he scrolled back through the texts and pictures she'd sent.

He glanced at the clock and ran the math. He had about an hour before she'd be home, just enough time for a quick workout and shower.

The gym was filled with the after work crowd, and he was glad to get his mind off the ache in his shorts. By the time he'd worked up a good sweat and hit the showers, he knew it'd be a toss up if he beat her home.

Christian's mind is filled with images of her on the way home--how she'll look when she walks through that door, the way she'll carry herself, the glint in her eyes. The teasing texts had only fueled his imagination.

He wasn't sure if he was relieved or sad when the garage was empty. Half of him had hoped to keep her waiting, though the sane half had realized what a bad idea that would have been in his current situation. Fun, but bad.

Christian threw his gym bag in the laundry room, then made a beeline for living room. Scanning their record collection, he grabbed her favorite vinyl and dropped the needle before heading into the kitchen to start dinner. Before the first track finished, the cast iron was filled with two ribeyes, rosemary, and enough butter to give his cardiologist a heart attack. He fell into rhythm of the music and food and by the time he had to flip the record, the whole house smelled of seared meat and roasted vegetables.

The sound of the garage door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned down the heat on the stove, grabbed the glass of rose he'd poured earlier from the fridge, and dropped to his knees just as the doorknob turned.

Elizabeth stepped inside, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Christian kept he eyes down, but the glass of rose held up for her. A moment later, the points of her shoes filled his vision and the weight of the glass left his outstretched hands. Five nails raked through his hair, and the familiar scent of her perfume bullied the aromas of dinner out of his nose.

She let out a sigh as she took a sip and ran her fingers over his scalp.

Then her fist tightened, forcing his head back. Christian looked up to see her smiling, her gaze lingering on him with that same teasing spark from earlier in the day.

"Well, well, Mr. Writer," she says, her voice low and playful. "I see you made your word count. And maybe more from the smell of it."

She takes a dramatic sniff.

"And my favorite rose, ready when I walk in the door?"

The toe of her stiletto presses into his crotch as she leans down.

"Someone really is on their best behavior," she said. "They must really want something..."

Christian smiled. "Only to see you happy."

Elizabeth's lips curl into a smirk, and she ran her fingers through her hair before reaching up to lightly touch the key around her neck. Christian's eyes followed her movement instinctively, the sight of the key almost hypnotic now. The way it rests between her fingers felt deliberate, like an unspoken promise.

"Oh, is that all?" she murmured, her voice low enough to make him feel the weight of her words. "You're such a good boy. And I'm sure you'll continue to make me happy. All. Night. Long."

Christian smiled to hide his growing excitement behind a calm exterior. "And how exactly would you like me to do that, Ma'am?"

"By letting me read what you've written today, of course," She leaned closer, her eyes narrowing playfully as their noses touched. "I've seen the numbers, but I want to make sure they're worth a reward. If they are, it means that for every word you've written, you've earned a taste of what comes next. But I don't think we need to rush, do we?"

Her fingers toy with the key, and Christian's breath hitches. She moves in closer, her presence filling the space, the heat between them palpable. Elizabeth leans down slightly, her lips hovering just above his ear. "You've earned this, Christian. But you're going to have to wait just a little longer for the real reward."

Elizabeth straightens up, finally pulling back just enough to give him space to breathe. "After all, I'm starving."

She released his hair, and giggled as she stepped around him.

"Come on, Chef," she teased as she sat at their island, wine glass in hand. "I've heard a well cooked steak can be better than sex. Assuming you don't overcook that, maybe I'll have to try out both just to see how close they are."

Christian rose with a chuckle, then resumed his culinary duties. They chatted about their days and made the normal small talk of a married couple as he finished cooking. Then they enjoyed dinner and a bottle of Pinot Noir. It was mostly a normal evening that any couple would share.

Except of course when her foot would stretch out under the table and casually press against his crotch.

"So you hit your word count for the day," Elizabeth asked once their plates and wine bottle were empty.

"I did," Christian replied. "Seems your motivational coaching is working."

"Not well enough," she played with the key around her neck. "Seems you're still about six thousand words short of where you need to be..."

"But I did make it today," he said. "And I believe my writing coach said I'd get a reward for that."

Elizabeth smiled.

"She did, didn't she..."

She drained the last of her wine then leaned back, her bare foot pressing on his balls through the gym shots. The hard cage offered little protection, and he took a deep breathe as his head tipped back.

"Why don't we leave the dishes till tomorrow?" She set her glass on the table and stood. "Pour me another. Then you know where I want you."

She turned and headed for the stairs.

"I'm going to freshen up. I expect you to be waiting when I'm ready."

Christian grinned as he opened another bottle of wine and poured a healthy glass. Heading upstairs, he saw the double doors to their bathroom were closed. Elizabeth's bedside lamp was on, but otherwise the room was dark.

He set her glass on the dresser, then quickly stripped and knelt, head down, knees wide, arms behind his back, at the foot of the bed. His cock swelled against the cage, feeding into the heady mix of pleasure and pain that flooded his brain.

She didn't keep him waiting long.

He resisted the urge to look, and once again, his first impression was her toes in vision and fingers raking through his hair.

"My Darling good boy," Elizabeth purred. "I'm surprised that cage hasn't cracked under the force of your cock trying to get hard."

"Good thing you bought a good one," Christian replied.

Elizabeth chuckled and pulled his head back so he could look up at her.

His jaw dropped.

She'd put on a black silk robe tied at the waist to give her a breathtaking hourglass figure. The red bra she'd worn in the photos earlier peek out, and of course, the gold key hung between her breasts. She'd redone her makeup, including a bright red shade of lipstick. Her brown hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders.

Elizabeth smirked.

"Glad to see I can still capture your attention," she said.

"Only an idiot wouldn't appreciate that," he gave her a dramatic up and down.

Her smirk turned into a sweet smile for a moment before the mischievous glint returned to her eyes.

"I've got other uses for that silver tongue," she released his head. "On the bed."

He quickly obeyed, and less than a minute later, his wrists and ankles were wrapped in leather and stretched to the corners of their bed. Elizabeth took another sip of wine, then set her glass on the bedside table. She pulled the tie on her robe and let it fall open, but didn't shrug it off completely.

Christian's mouth went dry and a jolt of pain shot up from his cock as it fought against the cage with renewed vigor.

Elizabeth climbed on top of his chest and let her fingers trace along his arms and shoulders.

"Is this everything you hoped for?" She asked.

"Pretty much," he breathed.

She raised an eyebrow.

"I mean..."

He bucked his hips, raising his caged cock up.

"Oh? I didn't realized you hit 10,000 words today?"

"I'm making good progress," he whined.

"Thats true," she said. "But you're not there yet."

He opened his mouth to say more, but she put a finger on his lips.

"You're doing well," she warned. "Don't push it."

He nodded, and her shoulders relaxed a fraction.

"Now, it's been a long, stressful day."

Her nails bit into his skin, causing him to suck in a breath through clenched teeth and leaving long red trails down his chest. She ground her hips into him, rubbing her wet panties up and down his sternum. With one hand, she grabbed the key.

"Holding this all day," she shook her head. "You really owe me for taking such a burden on."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Why don't you show me how much you appreciate all I do for you?"

He only nodded as she shimmied up his body, hooking her legs under his shoulders and positioning her pussy above him. The world went dark as the black silk of her robe covered his head.

Grabbing the back of his head, she rubbed his face against her soaked panties.

"You're going to take all my stress away, aren't you?"

He mumbled enthusiastically into her panties.

She reached down to pull the fabric to the side.

He traced her outer lips with his tongue before curling up toward her clit. Elizabeth gasped as he found it, spurring him on. For several minutes, he gently teased her, varying the pressure and pattern of his pleasurable assault. The entire time, his cock pushed and strained painfully against the confines of the cage. Every moan driving it into a new frenzy to break free.

"Stop playing with me," she said after he closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard. "If you don't finish me in the next two minutes, you're not getting out of that cage until you finish the damn novel."

Christian didn't need any more motivation, and a moment later she was grabbing the back of his head and grinding his face into her pussy while her thighs threatened to crush his head. He started to panic as his air was cut off, but thankfully she stopped shaking before he passed out.

Elizabeth leaned forward enough to put her hand on the headboard, resting the crotch of her completely soaked panties on his forehead while she collected herself.

Christian took several deep breaths himself, each one filled with her sweet scent and taste.

"Oh, I needed that," she finally said. Pushing herself back, she sat on his chest, her crotch just below his collar bone. Looking down at him, she smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "Such a good boy."

He smiled back and closed his eyes.

"Let's get you cleaned up. I'm not close to satisfied."

She went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth, which she used to wipe his face and beard. Then she took a sip of wine, leaned over, and let it flood his mouth as she kissed him.

He managed to choke down the wine as he kissed her without spilling a drop.

She patted his cheek and straightened.

"I'm going to give that tongue of yours a break," she untied the robe, and his eyes went wide as he took in the full sight of her body. She smirked at his expression.

She took her time hooking her thumbs in the side of her panties and wiggling her hips suggestively as she pulled them down.

Christian couldn't do anything but moan.

Elizabeth stepped out of them, then balled them up and held them to his mouth.

He opened without hesitation, and she packed the soaked fabric in. Then for good measure, she took the silk tie and looped it around his head and mouth, pushing them further in, before tying it off.

Without warning, she pinched his nipples and twisted.

He screamed into the gag, but all that came out was a muted gasp.

"That'll do nicely," she said.

Getting up again, went back to the closet and he heard her pulling out drawers, searching for something. Whatever it was, she found it a moment later grabbed her vibrator on the way back to the bed.

"Like I said, I'm not satisfied yet," she continued with a grin. "But I see no reason to deprive myself of my favorite toy."

She set the vibrator down and lifted the necklace over her head.

Christian's eyes lit up and he nostrils flared with each rapid breath.

She unlocked the cage, and the tube sprang up on his rock hard cock. Elizabeth laughed as it hung on tip like a little hat, then pulled it off carefully.

"I wouldn't get too excited if I were you," she reached into her robe's pocket. "Just because I want to use my cock, doesn't mean it gets to cum."

Christian didn't think his eyes could get any wider, but when she pulled the thick rubber cock ring out and held it in front of his face, they did.

"Between the ring on the cage and this, you're going to stay hard for me for as long as I want. You'll feel my tight, warm pussy, but no release."

He shook his head violently, and for the first time he tugged and bucked against the restraints.

Elizabeth only laughed.

"Aw, you don't want me to have fun?" She said, tracing the veins on his cock with her fingernail. "I thought my pleasure was your highest priority?"

Christian moaned, but settled down enough to nod.

Elizabeth grinned. 
"Thats my good boy," she said. She stroked his cock a few times, then stretched the rubber to slide it down his length until it sat right above the cage's ring behind his balls. He grunted as the rubber constricted, and between the two rings, he could feel the blood pulsing in his veins with each heartbeat.

Elizabeth climbed back on top, but this time over his stomach. She flicked the vibrator on and angled it toward her now bare pussy. Her head tipped back as it made contact, and Christian could feel it on his abs.

"Don't worry, darling," she said, her voice taking on the breathless edge of arousal. "I'm going to get right to the edge, then use you to push myself over."

Her thighs tightened against his side.

"Oh fuck, that feels good. I can't wait to ride my cock."

She started grinder her hips on his pelvis, squeezing her ass when his cock, now standing straight up, bumped against her cheeks.

"It's going to feel amazing. Just riding as long as I want. God, maybe I can get two..."

Christian moaned and bucked his hips up.

"Don't you dare," she warned. "You only get this when you've hit your goal."

He groaned and pulled against the straps holding his arms out.

She smiled down at him, equal parts warm and mischievous. She moved the vibrator around a few more times, then tossed it aside. In one motion, she lifted her hips and lowered herself onto his cock. It slipped inside her without any resistance. Her eye rolled back, and her mouth formed a perfect O.

Then she smiled and started rocking.

Christian screamed again. The sensation was overwhelming all of his senses and turning his brain to mush.

Elizabeth grabbed the vibrator again and pressed it to her clit. The shockwaves felt like they were barely dampened as they rolled through her flesh and hit his cock buried inside her.

He felt the pressure in his balls. He was right on the edge. All he wanted to do was release a load deep inside her.

Instead, the rings dug painfully into his cock and kept him hard without any satisfaction.

She rides him hard, and it's not long before he feels her clench around his shaft. Her fingernails bite into his chest and she throws her head back with a strangled gasp.

For a moment, he thought it'd be enough.

Then she relaxed, and he knew it wouldn't be.

She lowered herself so she was laying on his chest, his cock still buried deep inside her.

"Mmmm... this is nice." One hand traced the black silk digging into his cheek. "I love the feeling of you inside me, but it never lasts long enough."

She turned her head so her lips were next to his ear.

"I bet we could stay like this all night," she whispered. "You'd like that, wouldn't you darling?"

Christian nodded.

She kissed his cheek.

Letting out a content sigh, she pulled the sash from his mouth, then plucked the panties out with two fingers. Christian licked his lips, but knew better than to speak.

He wanted to thrust up into her, try to get her riled back up enough that he may have a chance to cum. It took every fiber of self control to hold still and just savor the moment.

Finally, he felt his cock deflate enough that he slipped out of her.

With another sigh, this one of disappointment, Elizabeth kissed his cheek again. She swung a leg over and grabbed the now cold wash cloth and wrapped it around his semi-hard cock. He sucked in a breath as she cleaned him. She left the rag on him when she was done and went to the restroom. When she came back, she held the tube, dripping water from where she'd cleaned it.

She carefully pulled the cock ring off his flaccid cock, and quickly slipped the cage back on. With a twist, she locked it.

"That was wonderful, darling," she said petting his head. Her other hand slipped down and squeezed his balls gently. "And hopefully, it just gives you a bit more more motivation to keep those words flowing."

She unclipped his hands and feet and pushed him out of bed.

"Now go shower and get back here," she said crawling under the covers. "I still want my cuddles."