I lay back and let him do as he pleased. My legs spread wide apart and my hands tied behind my head to the bed.
He began by gently stroking my pussy. One finger just touching me running along my pussy. Slowly he pushed it inside me and began to slide it in and out very delicately.
The thumb touched my clit as he inserted two fingers into me. I had closed my eyes and begun to really enjoy the pleasures. He let his fingers move around inside me, his thumb gently rubbing against me. The pleasure I felt grew.
On the third finger he began to push a little harder and a little deeper. The slippy wet fingers reaching deeper inside and pushing against me more. I felt the rise of pleasure again and the anticipation. I felt teased. I wanted more. I knew it would come but he was going so damn slowly. I knew I couldn't ask for more or he'd stop. Those were the rules.
My brain begged but my mouth stayed shut. I could moan and enjoy all that he did but no pleas for something extra. He wanted to tease me and he was doing a damn good job.
He must have known I was beginning to really enjoy the finger fuck he was giving me. I was beginning to drift over the edge into Orgasm Land. His hand was now fucking me. His fingers reached deep into my pussy and his thumb continued to play on my clit.
His motions were gaining such a pace. He wasn't so much fucking me now as thumping me. Harder. Faster. Every little stroke, every movement and I knew he'd make me cum.
I wanted it more and more but held myself from crying out. Make me cum. Fuck me harder. Make your fingers make me cum.
It happened. I screamed out in pleasure as the orgasm erupted. His hand came away and I knew I'd squirted. Oh fuck it was good. My body was alive. I could feel every inch of myself. I glowed and then subsided.
When he untied me he showed me the patch on the bed. Soaking wet and it felt good to know that some part of my orgasm remained.
