Photos, and a bit more game

The photos were fairly simple since they were only meant to be teasers. When Emma came back out of the bathroom, her skin no longer flushed pink and her makeup completely redone to her usual standard, you set up a half dozen shots taken from both your point of view and hers in ‘selfie mode.’ Her fingers wrapped around your cock, one-handed and two-handed. Your cock next to her face. Your cockhead, angry and hard, resting on her chin. Your cock resting across her face as she looked at it side-eyed, always with that stoic expression.

The last two were meant to be saved for the days leading up to her first actual boy-girl photoset release - your cock on her stomach, ‘showing’ how deep it would be (though realistically it was some creative camera angles and subtle mispositioning that made the shot go from ‘kinda hot’ to ‘Holy shit how could she take that?’), and another one with your cock hot dogged between her ass cheeks.

Then you were all pictured out and you pressed her down with a firm hand on the small of Emma’s back and thrust your cock into her cunt.

“Yessss,” she hissed, pressing her face to the carpet and clawing at it with both hands over her head.

“Stay- Still-” you growled, thrusting into her hard.

Soon you were pounding her roughly again, her whole front rocking back and forth against the fibres of the carpet. Her head was sideways and you had one hand pressed flat against her cheek, pushing her down as she sucked on your thumb.

You were ready to come quickly. It was sitting there, boiling in your balls, but you clenched your jaw and tore your cock out of Emma instead of pushing deep and unloading like you wanted to.

Her suddenly vacant feeling made Emma whine in her chest and hump her hips against the floor, begging you without words to keep fucking her.

That wasn’t the game though - or it was, but it wasn’t your role.

“Come on, Emma,” you grunted, scooping her up around her waist and picking her up. This time when you put her back on the bed it was an unceremonious dumping instead of the careful, loving placing you’d done early. She squirmed slightly, getting onto her back and hopefully grabbing behind her knees, spreading herself open for you. “No,” you told her, holding up a finger pointedly in warning, then pointed it at her. “Stay here. You are not allowed to touch your pussy.”

She pouted, her stoic expression breaking as her brow furrowed and her lips pursed, and she made a ‘Humph!’ sound in the back of her throat.

You gave her a look, daring her to challenge you, then turned away and went out of the bedroom.

Sabrina was at the kitchen table, laptop open as she was working on something. When you came out she saw you and gave you a questioning look and a smile, taking off her headphones. “Hey, baby,” she said. “All done?”

You closed the bedroom door, cutting Emma off from the conversation and walked across the apartment to Sabrina, sitting down heavily on the chair and grabbing her hand, kissing it gently. “Your sister is a handful,” you said quietly.

“Are you taking a time out?” Sabrina asked with a chuckle.

“Sort of,” you smirked, wiping your face with a hand. “More like daring her to defy an order.”

“What a little slut,” your girlfriend smirked. “How did the photos turn out?”

“They should be good,” you said. “At least for the purposes. She’ll need to figure out her style for non-solo content though.”

Sabrina nodded, getting a pondering look. “It’s too bad Gemma isn’t here, she could have worked the camera like she did for us.”

“It’s too bad Gemma can’t be here, period,” you sighed.

Sabrina took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding again in commiseration. Then she snorted. “So, about Tommy…”

“Investigation is ongoing,” you smirked.

She flipped you the bird, rolling her eyes. “How long are you gonna make her wait?”

“Just one more thing,” you said, then stood up and leaned over the table, partially closing her laptop so you could kiss your girlfriend tenderly.

“Mmm,” she hummed into the kiss, deepening it a little as she pressed towards you, before finally pulling back. “Careful doing that in the future, I didn’t taste her on you and I don’t want to.”

“I made sure you wouldn’t,” you said, making it a promise.

Sabrina slapped your ass as you turned to head back to the bedroom, making you pause and glare at her as she grinned, scrunching up her nose.

When you opened the bedroom door and stepped back in, closing it behind you, Emma gave you a deeply guilty look as she closed her thighs around her hand where it was working a finger in and out of her pussy. But she didn’t pull her hand away.

You sighed, shaking your head, and didn’t go to her like she seemed to think you would. Instead crossed the foot of the bed and opened a bottom drawer in the dresser, searching around as you let the various toys in Sabrina’s collection clank together. When you came up you were holding a pair of leather, snap-closed cuffs connected by a little steel loop chain.

“I’m disappointed, Emma,” you said, putting on a Dom voice again. “I’m not mad, just disappointed.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Emma said as you came around the bed, finally pulling her hand from her crotch. But then she sucked on her finger deliberately, tasting herself.

“I thought we were making progress,” you sighed, shaking your head. She let you take her hand and you put the cuff on her wrist, taking a moment to silently demonstrate to her that with enough **** she could pop the snap in an emergency. Then you raised her arm over her head and looped the short chain around a post on the headboard, brought her other arm up and fastened the other cuff. “Bratty girls lose hand privileges,” you finally said. “Now how are you going to play with that pretty little pussy?”

“Will you please play with my pretty little pussy, Sir?” she asked, biting her lip.

You let out another dramatic sigh as she spread her legs wide, begging to be fucked.

Breakthebar erotica is powered by Patreon, where OFG chapters are now releasing 5+ chapters ahead. PM if interested in making a Commission.