Punishment, the fun kind.

John pressed Cynthia’s arms down as he kissed her deeply, his tongue snaking into her mouth as he sat down on her stomach. She kicked with her legs slightly but soon stopped her resistance and kissed him back, her tongue greeting his directly, dancing with him in her mouth as she felt enthralled by his scent. The blubbering geek she had met a week ago had been changed to this somewhat capable guy.

Cynthia moaned softly into his mouth, smelling the scent of her boyfriend, savoring the taste of his lips on hers. She had always known that late bloomers were special, that they had huge potential, but she knew that John didn’t only change this quickly just because of what he was, it was also who he was. Cynthia had realized that especially after their little sexcapade with Valerie. There was a depth to John that barely anyone noticed. He was smart, he was quick on the uptake, and he, when set free, was capable of so many things. And one of the things… well she hoped he was going to do that to her about now.

John, not knowing the praising thoughts in his girlfriend’s head, gently led her hands above her head and, while keeping the kiss up and her distracted, withdrew the rope he had bought for his quest from his inventory. With a bit of fumbling, he managed to get the rope looped around her wrist, and with a bit of deft finger work, he succeeded in tying them together. When he finally pulled his lips away, he took a look at his handiwork. “Mmm, we should buy an actual bondage set sometime, if we want to really get into this,” he whispered to her, smiling at her beautiful face.

Cynthia demurely nodded. “I agree. Maybe we should ask Valerie to help us with picking a few things up,” she replied as she felt how John connected the rope to the headboard. Pulling on the rope, she noticed that, while it was tight, it didn’t cut off the blood flow. “Did you do this before?” she wondered out loud.

John, still sitting on her stomach, pressed his index finger to her lips. “I think that at this point I should say something about you having to call me sir,” he corrected her, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Did you do this before, Sir?” she repeated after him, biting her lip as she snickered softly, liking how he was trying to act as the dominant in the bedroom. It was a bit unwieldy for him, but it was cute.

“I may have messed about with rope a bit before, when I was chatting with Alexis and such, you know, roleplaying, I looked up some guides on how to tie knots so I could write it better. Took a bit of practice, but it seems to finally be paying off.”

Cynthia nodded as she tried to pull her hands free, only to get rewarded with a playful swat to the side of her ass. “Stop that,” John laughed.

“Just making sure I have nowhere to go, Sir,” Cynthia replied with a sweet smile, stressing the word sir by rolling the r. “After all, I was the one that asked you to do it again; best make sure you don’t go shirking on your duty, right?” she couldn’t help but tease him some more.

John’s smile grew wider as he got off her stomach and to the side of the bed, tapping his index finger on his chin as he feigned to think. “Hmmm, how to deal with a bratty girl, tied up on my bed…” he muttered to himself, laughing as he saw Cynthia give him the puppy eyes. “Those won’t help you,” he snickered, unable to keep a straight face.

John then coughed and tried to reaffirm himself. “Alright, if that’s how you want to play it, I think I know something.” John took a deep breath to center himself, and then with a confident motion, he sat down on the bed once again. He looked into his girlfriend’s eyes as he leaned in once more, his hands going to her pants, unbuttoning them slowly as his lips hovered just above hers. When she leaned in to kiss him, John pulled back. “Nope. No kisses for you until you act like a good girl,” he stated softly, hooking his fingers into her opened pants and giving them a hard tug. Her pants gave way and started to slide down her legs. John meticulously pulled on them as Cynthia stared into his eyes, nodding slightly.

“Yes Sir,” was all she said, feeling how he stripped her pants off, leaving her in just her panties, said panties showing off a clearly growing moist spot as the situation clearly turned her on.

John tossed her pants to the side, after which his hands started to roam over her body again, caressing her legs, tracing her muscles before hooking around her panties and sliding them down too. He lifted them to his face and inspected just how moist they were. A faint smile on his lips, he stated, “Hmmm, that’s a lot better. Now, my little Cinnabun, starting at this moment, you won’t cum until I say you can. Is that understood?” his voice was a bit uneven as he tried to keep up his side of the dom/sub play.

Cynthia smiled, noticing his voice crack, and gave him a wink to make sure he was doing fine, after which she licked her lips and gave a small nod. “Yes Sir. I won’t cum until you give me the go ahead,” she reaffirmed what he had just said.

“Good girl,” John said once more as he slid in between Cynthia’s legs, his hands pressing her thighs apart as he took a good look at her sweet honeypot. John knew that, if he wanted to, he could just whip it out and slide right in by now, that’s how wet she was, but John didn’t want to do that, he wanted to take it slow, tease her, play with her, act out the fantasies he had played online, only this time in the flesh. That was also the reason why John was still fully clothed, there would be time for him to get his pleasure later. Right now, it was all about the girl that had surrendered to him. His sweet, little Cinnabun.

John started by slowly kissing down her inner thighs, leaving a trail of smooches towards her pussy, taking in her scent, feeling her tremble more and more the closer he got to her most prized possession. Just when he was only one kiss away from her flower, he suddenly started moving up, towards the small tuft of pubic hair that adorned her folds. He could hear her moan of frustration, he felt her slightly shift trying to get him to return to his previous path, and he smiled. A soft swat to the inside of her thighs stopped her shifting around though. “Stay still, Cinnabun. Or your permission will never come.”

He then went back to his trail of kisses, tugging on the little tuft of pubes with his teeth playfully, and then, finally, he moved down. Cynthia trembled in anticipation as John pressed his lips tightly against her lips, spreading them with his tongue. The wet muscle pushed into her, wriggling slowly as he tasted her liquid arousal.

“Mmmm, fuck yeah,” Cynthia moaned out, in a small daze from the constant teasing, wanting to place her hands on his head only to remember the state they were in when she couldn’t get them to move.

John’s tongue swirled around inside of her, his loverboy skill helping him know what to do as if on instinct. He could feel the texture of her womanhood, tasting her, and in his exploration, Cynthia’s pleasure grew. Her juices flowed copiously, coating his chin and cheeks in a wet sheen when he pulled back a few minutes later.

By this point, Cynthia was moaning loudly, her back arching to get every small sensation she could out of him.

John then inserted two fingers into her, starting to drive them in and out of her in a rapid pace as his lips wrapped around the sweet, sensitive nub of her clit. What followed was a loud cry of pleasure from Cynthia, no doubt audible downstairs by the Newman ma- and patriarch.

Cynthia’s eyes rolled back as she begged, “John, please, may I cum?” trying desperately to cope with the sudden influx of mind shattering pleasure.

“Not yet,” John mumbled. “Hold it…” he ordered, not stopping his fingers in the slightest, arching them slightly to rub against that one spot inside of her pussy known as the g-spot.

“Aaah, please, Sir. I’ll be a good girl. Please. Let me cum, please,” she started to beg as she didn’t know if she could hold on for much longer.

“Hmmm, well alright then, but I will keep you to your word,” John spoke with a wicked grin. “Cum for me, Cinnabun.”