♥ No holding back ♥

Emely whined as Dustin withdrew his tongue once again. He’d gotten this down to an art now - teasing his lover to the point she announced that she was close, only to back off. Not for so long that her frustration grew too much or her arousal dipped, but enough to hold her orgasm at bay. This time however he sat back fully, looking at her flushed face and smiled. Taking a moment to move back still further, he grabbed hold of the bar holding the fox girl’s legs apart. Lifting it as he moved forward again, he ducked underneath so that the metal rested on his shoulders, the hold on her legs lifting his lover slightly from the floor of the tent.

“That’s enough warming up I think.” He murmured as he ran the head of his cock over her lips, before slipping inside with a satisfied sigh. Emely’s moans of pleasure turned into louder cries as he began to fuck her firmly, the bar between her ankles ensuring a consistency of angle neither was used to. Given her teased state, it didn’t take long before she gasped that she was yet again close, her head lolling back as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Dustin reached down with one hand and grasped her short hair, tilting her head forward so that he was sure she could see him. “No cumming without permission, remember kitten.” He said, before kissing her firmly and letting go, resuming his steady pounding of her cunt.

The sound of her moans filled the tent as he took her, before becoming interspersed with plaintive cries. “Sir, please…” she half gasped as he gripped her hips. Cocking an eyebrow at her, he let go with one hand and slid it around to grasp at her tails. Her hands scrabbled on the floor and he could feel her trying to twist against the bonds holding her legs wide. “Please!” she cried louder now, her voice hoarse with the effort of holding back. “Please Dustin, let me cum, sir, please!” He leaned forward so that his face was close to hers, his hips still pumping into her. “When I fill you, not before kitten. Do you want me to stop so you can calm down?” Emely’s eyes were glazed as she frantically shook her head. “No! Please don’t stop!” she managed to gasp out before he raised the tempo and the effort of holding back took over once more.

The combination of the tight warmth of the Feliax below him and the knowledge that she was desperately trying to hold back her own satisfaction purely because of his order finally grew too much for Dustin. Slamming forward, he was vaguely aware of his lover starting to half scream, half babble as his release filled her. For the moment, his world narrowed to holding himself utterly sheathed in the woman below him as his cock spasmed; as the orgasm began to fade however he started to make out the main theme of Emely’s words - a jumbled mess of begging to be filled and thanking him for letting her climax.

He enjoyed the twitching of her sex in the aftermath of their mutual relief for a moment before slipping out and undoing the cuffs on her ankles. “That’s part one of tonight’s fun Emely.” He murmured as he moved, sliding up to sit by her. Without a word she rolled to her side, hand reaching for his cock. Dustin blinked, then sighed with delight as he felt her tongue trace a line up his shaft. “You really meant that whole my pleasure thing, huh?” Emely paused, her mouth open and her unsteady breath teasing his rapidly re-hardening member. Steadying herself and smiling up at him she replied “Meli said that I should get exactly what I want from my date night. And what I want is you to take control the way you do.” Then she bobbed forward, before pulling back slightly and pulling a face. Dustin looked down at her, slightly worried something had upset his lover. “I need to talk to the others about joint date nights.” She said, gently bobbing back down a few times before lifting off and concluding “The others taste nicer on your cock than I do. Not that I taste bad, it’s just…”

Her voice trailed off as she got back into the rhythm of blowing Dustin, her tongue teasing his sensitive spots as her mouth rose and fell. For a moment, that was all there was - the lewd noises of her mouth filling with Dustin’s shaft, with the occasional intake of breath as she lifted clear and gazed adoringly up at him. After letting the redhead have her way for a little while however, Dustin decided it was time to continue to give her the direction she craved. Reaching down, he tangled his fingers roughly in her hair and began to direct the speed and angle with which his cock entered her mouth. “This isn’t a criticism of your technique, kitten.” He murmured as he used her, the woman below him practically purring at loss of control. “It’s just that this time I want speed rather than enjoyment.” From around his cock Emely’s mouth made delightful vibrations as he guessed she tried to agree with him.

Beneath him, the Feliax’s eyes were half rolled back as she surrendered utterly to his grasp. Her trust in him - or her lust over being controlled - seemed absolute, and Dustin had no doubt that if he’d pushed her she would have taken him further into her mouth than ever before. However, tonight wasn’t about training Emely to throat his cock like his other two lovers could - it was about giving her a night of controlled pleasure. And so Dustin kept his thrusts to the same depth as she had been going, albeit with a far sloppier technique. His second orgasm came on him suddenly, surprising in both timing and amount; one moment he was dragging her lips tortuously back up his shaft, the next the first spurt of his seed coated her tongue. Bucking his hips forward, he sheathed himself in Emely’s mouth as deeply as he dared even as vibrations rippled around his cock.

Looking down as the fox girl’s mouth rapidly filled, Dustin blinked as he recognized the flushed look and trembling thighs. Remembering at the last minute that he was supposed to be in control and adjusting mid-sentence, he let go of her hair and queried her. “Did… Hold on. Swallow first. Did you just orgasm?” Emely’s fluttering eyes refocused on his, and she withdrew from his cock, her lips pinched tight to prevent any of his load from escaping. Taking a moment to very clearly swallow and then lick her lips to make sure none had escaped, she nodded. “You said I could cum when you filled me, sir. And you just did.” Dustin blinked at the woman smiling up at him before pulling her up and in for a hug. “Good girl. Just from being controlled?” She murmured happily into his chest in what sounded like an agreement, and he gazed up at the tent canvas above them for a moment to plan his next move before speaking.

“Well, technically I meant when I filled your cunt not your stomach - but that’s on me for not being more careful with my words. Besides, I hadn’t planned on you being able to climax that easily. Lesson learned for next time. Now, you probably need a breather I expect, so lets take a short break and go for a walk.” With that, Dustin gently moved his lover from where she lay draped over him, stood and offered her a hand up. As soon as Emely had got to her feet he led her over to the tent flap. As he did so, she cast a glance back at her discarded underwear; spotting her look he shook his head. “No point wearing those when you’d only be taking them off again soon kitten. Let’s go.” And with his heart racing in his chest, Dustin pushed open the tent and stepped outside before his worries about what he had planned could overwhelm him, tugging Emely along behind him.