Would if I could

Author: drop
Title: Would if I could
Date: 30 December 2016

(This story is inspired by a very hot chat I had on tumblr, which both made me crazy horny and gave me several of the ideas used in this story.)

We’re sitting on the couch, close enough to touch each other, but not touching. I would love to slide my hand under his sweater, softly touching his chest, pinching his nipple, nibbling his ear, grind my body against his, feel him against me – but he told me not to touch him. All I can think about is how his body would feel right now but I’m not allowed to. I swear he probably is sitting this close to me just to tease me even more.

I put my arm on the back of the couch behind him, pretending to sit back. Slowly I move my hand to his hair – just to touch it a little bit, because I love how his hair feels when I slide my fingers through it. I would love to grab him by his hair and pull him close to me, but all I do instead is softly touching it.

As soon as my fingers touch his hair he notices it and gives me a stern look. A small smile is hidden underneath, he is enjoying this. “What did I say about not touching me?” he says, with a dominant tone I can never resist, “go stand in the middle of the room.”

Obeying his command, I stand up, though I cannot resist sliding my fingers through his hair as I do. Standing in the middle of the living room, I turn to face him. He stands up, walks towards me, and starts to undress me in a calm and methodological way. If he would let me, I would give him a striptease and lap dance never to forget, but instead he humiliates me by undressing me, as if I cannot do so myself. As he bends down to take off my socks, I let my hand stroke his shoulder, but he just swats it away. Before long, I am standing butt naked in the living room – while he is still fully clothed. I feel exposed, but that feeling only turns me on more.

He produces a short piece of rope and ties my hands behind my back. It’s a simple tie, if I wanted to I could probably get out of it in a few minutes, but it’s a symbolic tie. Symbolizing his dominance over me, demonstrating that he can keep me from touching him if he wants to. Right now it is a constant reminder of his previous command, that I am not to touch him.

Leaving me in the middle of the living room, he sits back on the couch, watching me. One of his sexy half-grins tempting me. I would so love to jump on top of him, sitting on his lap, grinding my naked ass back and forth over his beautiful cock hidden under his clothing, kissing him, pressing my upper body against his chest, rubbing myself against him in all the ways I know he loves. But, as if he can read my mind, just as I am about to actually do so, he whispers softly; “Stay there.”

“But I would…” I start, but he interrupts me, “sssht,” he says, “be quiet.” And somehow I keep obeying him. I’m naked in the middle of the room, and the only reason I am not all over him right now is because I am obeying his orders. Within me, the horny urge is fighting with the desire to obey. To make things worse, every moment I obey him makes me hornier. Being hornier makes it harder to obey, but the longer I manage to obey, the hornier I get. With my eyes, looking at him on the couch, I practically consume him. I would undress him, making me feel less uncomfortable with my own nakedness, and I would touch him all over.

He gets up, walks to me, and every step he takes closer makes me hornier, shivering in anticipation. If he got close enough I don’t think I would be able to keep myself from kissing him. Instead, he just walks past me, leaving the living room. I hear him in our bedroom, collecting stuff. When he gets back, I have to fight the urge not to turn around and look what he brought back. He starts rumbling around. “Don’t look,” he says.

All I can do is just stand there, fighting the horny urge to turn around, jump him, and feel his body against mine. It is a bit easier now that I am not looking at his body, now that I can’t see how hot he is. But at the same time, my imagination is running wild, thinking of all the different ways in which we could make love in our living room. I want to keep obeying him, but I’m just so horny.

Behind me, I hear how he sits in our lazy chair and gets comfortable. I feel his eyes on my back, knowing that he is watching me, enjoying to see me struggle. My body tingles all over. And then I hear how he starts to slowly rub his cock through his pants. And the thought drives me crazy. I need to touch him. To be touched. Horniness blowing away the desire to obey.

Unable to think about it anymore, I turn around and watch him for a split second. He looks so hot, his hands in his crotch, looking at me. I practically jump on top of him, my ass rubbing his crotch. His hands, still in his crotch, are caught underneath me, and I rub my dick against his arms. My thoughts come racing out of my mouth, “I want to touch you, kiss you, feel you, your body, your beautiful body.” I press my upper body against his. As I am about to kiss him, he jerks free his arms and puts a hand on my chest, pushing me back.

I don’t want to be pushed back, not now that I’ve been so close to kissing him, but with my arms tied to my back there is not much I can do to resist. I try to free my hands, straining my shoulders, but the ropes hold and I know that I am probably going to lose this one.

Still, I keep struggling, keep trying to touch him, to grind my body in his. But he is unrelenting, pushing me off him, holding me firmly and guiding me back to the middle of the living room. Oh I struggle, but he does not even seem to notice. On the ground I see ropes that he prepared, one end tied to the eye hooks we have hidden in our living room, the other in one of his clever slip knots that don’t loosen once tightened. Despite my resistance, he quickly puts my left foot through one of the slip knots, tightening it. Then he pulls on my other ankle, spreading my feet. I try to resist, but also have to struggle to keep my balance. Within moments, he is tightening the rope on my right ankle. My legs are tied, spread apart so far that I cannot move them much. Fuck, this only made me hornier.

He runs off, and I quickly start working on freeing my arms. If I could free them, and my legs, perhaps I still could, would, try to get him off, to suck his dick, to feel the heat of his body. I am so fucking horning, even the little trails of sweat running down over my body feel like they send electricity directly to my cock. I want to be touched, I need to touch. Even as I move my arms to try and free them, I feel how they touch my back, my ass. I want to feel him touch my ass.

But before I have even made a start at freeing my arms, he returns. I can’t turn to face him with my legs tied like this, and he starts tying my arms with another piece of rope. This time it’s no symbolic tie, and each additional turn of the rope further constricts my movement. After several turns I know that there is no hope for escape, but he just keeps adding rope. I want to touch him, I long to kiss him. He steps away for a second and I can’t see what he is doing behind my back. “Please, let me make love to you,” I try, but when he returns he forces a gag into my mouth, buckling it tightly behind my head. After that, a blindfold follows. I am completely helpless. And absolutely horny. My whole being wants to touch and be touched, but I can no longer do anything about it – which only makes me hornier.

I feel his hands grabbing my balls, holding them tight. And part of me is completely consumed by that touch, which makes me tingle all over. “What did I say?” he says, “don’t touch me. Stay there. Be quiet. Don’t look. But if you are not strong enough to obey me, I’ll have to help you.”

He twists my balls and lets them go. Though my balls hurt, I try to thrust my pelvis, hoping that he will touch me again. Instead, I hear him sit down again. Feel how he is watching me, know he is enjoying the control he has over me. Then the sounds of him, rubbing his cock through his pants. I start to struggle. I have no hope of escaping, but I desperately start to struggle.

“Ok then,” he says, “now we’re ready to start.”