Harry's POV

I've never had someone display themselves so blatantly like this in front of me before as they pleasure themselves.

I mean, of course I've watched Beth do it with her fingers while we're together but using a vibrator?

Being able to see how her body reacts to what she's doing, the sounds she's emitting, even how I'm able to smell how aroused she is...it's...

I'm already in love it.

Her whimpers send delicious thrills through my body and all ultimately end up finishing in the same spot, causing me to bite down on my lip so hard I'm lucky I haven't drawn blood.

I could easily become addicted to this.

Her fingers open her up even more for me to see and it's taking every ounce of willpower I have not to be on my knees in front of her with my mouth on her instead of her hand.

God she's already so fucking wet.

Instead I concentrate on holding onto the chair to stop myself from getting up and close my eyes momentarily before opening them again, only to see her smirk at me before she pushes the vibrator inside herself, a moan slipping from her as she does so.

She repeats the process, pushing it further into herself each time and I want to say that I'm in hell right now because she wants me to just watch her, but I'm sure by the end of the night I'll have died and gone to heaven.

Her moans are going to be the death of me and I ask her if it feels good.

"It does," she replies, "but nowhere near as good as you feel when you fuck me..."

Heaven.

Hell.

Still not sure.

She closes her eyes as she rides out her orgasm and my hand involuntarily moves down to palm myself cause what she's doing is hot as fuck.

And just like every other curious teenager, I've searched up porn on the internet.

Okay.

I may have also done it as an adult too.

But that has nothing on this.

I'm in need release now; my dick is so hard under my hand and all I can picture is her on my lap as she rides me.

She obliges my request to come over to me but instead of sitting on me where I need to feel her, she straddles me on her knees.

I remind her that what I just watched was incredibly sexy because I know she's pretty confident, but I still saw the hesitation on her face when I walked into the room.

I'll have to kiss that hesitation out of her.

Or fuck it out.

Whatever it takes hey Harold?

I run my hands up her stocking covered thighs and let them wander around to her bottom, dipping my fingers in to touch the glass that's there.

The thought of it has me both excited and nervous for what she might have planned.

I've never found anyone who was willing to try...that...

I go to open my mouth and ask her that very question, but she moves my hands away from her behind.

"And if I remember correctly, I told you to keep your hands on the chair?" she reminds me.

"But you make it so hard, 'specially when you look like this..." I grin as I look her dead in the...

Chest.

"Do I have to tie you up?" she suddenly asks in a serious tone.

What?

I gasp a little at the thought, no, the excitement of that suggestion.

"Do I?" she repeats, "is that what you want? Do you want me to tie you up, so I can do some very naughty things to you?" she whispers in my ear.

I...

God I'd let you do anything you want to me.

I think.

Like, not that real kinky shit but you know...

Tying me up I can definitely handle, especially if a naked Beth is on top.

Let's test the theory, shall we?

"So, what you're saying is," I rest my hands on her thighs again, my fingers digging into her skin slightly, "if I don't keep my hands to myself," my hands wander up over her stomach to hold her breasts in them, "that you'll have to tie me to the chair?" I squeeze the ample flesh that's barely contained in the lingerie before running my fingers over her already hard nipples.

"If that's what you want me to do," she replies, "you have to want me to tie you up...it's not my choice..." she smirks at me.

Challenge accepted.

I grasp what little material is covering her breasts in and pull down on it roughly, exposing her to me.

"Guess you better tie me up then because I know I won't be able to keep my hands to myself," I pull on the material, causing her to fall forward, my mouth greedily taking one of her nipples and sucking on it.

She doesn't stop me, so I decide to try and see how far she'll let me go.

I move one of my hands between her legs, wanting to feel how wet she is.

She moves slightly against my hand and fuck she is making this so hard right now.

"S-stop," she suddenly pulls away and pushes my hands down, "this is about you, not me remember?"

Damn.

She lifts herself off the chair and disappears behind me and before I can turn around, she's back standing in front of me holding two ties in her hand.

She ties each of my wrists to the chair and I know I'm smirking as I watch her because honestly, as if she's gonna be able to keep me tied up to a chair?

Beth stands in front of me, an amused smile on her lips, like she's taunting me.

Right then.

I move both my wrists to free myself, but I find that I actually can't.

She really did tie me to the damn chair!

"Problem?" she asks sweetly.

"You really did tie me up," I reply.

"That I did," she responds as she straddles me again, moving to pick up the vibrator from beside me, "ready to have some fun?" she asks as the vibrator comes to life again in her hands.

"Are you gonna make yourself come again?" I ask, licking my lips in anticipation of her coming again while she's sitting on my lap.

"No," she replies as she moves the vibrator between her legs, "I'm gonna make you come."

What?

No.

If she thinks she's gonna be sticking that thing somewhere in me she's got-

"Fuck!" I swear as she sits herself down on me, the vibrator between us, "Beth...fuck..." I squirm under her; the intensity of the motions insane.

Jesus Christ.

I feel her move over me slowly, the vibrations nothing like I've felt before and then it moves up and touches the end of my cock.

I'm so done.

"Fuck I'm gonna come..." I pant, shaking my head.

"So, come," she replies.

"I don't wanna..." I groan, trying to stop myself.

"Why not baby?" she pouts, "I wanna see you come..."

"It's too quick..." I groan, "too quick..."

"It'll be the first of many," she replies.

Not yet.

"Fuck!" I yell as breathe in and out, "god..." I throw my head back onto the chair, panting as I watch her move her hips over the vibrator.

"Feel good?" she whispers.

"Yeah...but not as good as being inside you..." I groan.

"No?" she asks.

"No..." I moan, "wanna tie you up...bend you over...fuck you from behind..."

"What else?" she asks, her face inches from mine.

"I want you to..." I pause, trying to fight the need to come, "sit on my face...my tongue inside you..."

"Maybe..." she smirks, "come for me Harry..."

I can't hold it in any longer and I come hard, my hips thrusting against hers as my mouth falls open, gasping for air.

I can feel her watching me until I can no longer stand it and I need her to stop, which she does before moving off me and walking over to the side table, placing the vibrator down onto it and picking up a glass.

"You look awfully flushed there Harry," she says as she walks back over to me, "need some help cooling down?"

I think so.

Maybe.

Fuck I don't think I've ever come with such intensity before.

I smile at her, my eyes half closed as she pulls my wet underwear off me.

Finally.

"You're definitely flushed there Harry," she smirks, looking down at my cock before leaning over again and giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

"That was..." I begin "I've never...wow..." I try to put it into words, "that was different."

Way to go Harold.

"Good different?" she asks.

"Fuck yes," I reply, "where are you going?" Beth suddenly moves away and stands up.

"Nowhere Harry," she smiles as she unclasps the lingerie, slipping it off her shoulders and wriggling out of it.

Fuck.

I watch her bend down, her fingers grasping the top of one of her stockings.

Oh hell no.

"Can...can you leave them on? And the shoes?" I ask, hoping she won't find it weird.

"If that's what you want," she replies, tossing the lingerie away and standing before me in nothing but said stockings and heels before moving to straddle me again.

"Oh I want," I whisper.

Beth smiles coyly at me before I watch her reach into the glass and take out an ice cube.

I watch her hand as she trails the ice cube over her skin, water beads starting to run down as the ice melts on her.

My mouth suddenly feels dry as she sucks on the cube, her tongue gliding over it before she sucks it into her mouth and shatters it with her teeth.

Her mouth is on mine, her ice-cold tongue on my lips and I let out an involuntary groan as she kisses me, her tongue now teasing me.

She pulls away and reaches for another piece of ice and this time she touches it against my lips before moving it down my neck and over my nipples, causing my head to fall back again as I grit my teeth against the coldness.

Just as I'm about to ask her to stop, her mouth replaces the ice and it's heavenly, her tongue tracing circles before she sucks hard on one nipple and then the other, alternating the feeling between pleasure and pain.

She kisses my chest before sitting herself back up, running the same cube over her own nipples before she slowly runs it down her stomach.

Lower.

Lower.

Then she pushes it inside herself and gasps at the intrusion.

I don't know why she'd put something so cold inside herself as I watch her reach down and grab hold of me...

Oh no, no, no, no, no.

She's so cold inside, the ice still there as she slides down onto me.

"Fucking hell," I groan.

This woman is going to kill me.

She squeezes her muscles around me and I don't know how much more of this I can take.

"Untie me," I beg.

But she ignores me and moves herself up until I almost slide out of her, only for her to take all of me again.

"Fuck," I groan through gritted teeth.

Beth continues to move up and down, and each time it feels like she's going to let my cock out of her completely, she moves back down and takes me in again.

She looks me straight in the eye, biting her lip in concentration as she slides up and down on me.

"Fucking untie me Beth," I beg again, "please..."

She knows she has complete control over me as she slowly fucks me, her hand now cupping her breast, as she holds onto my shoulder for balance.

"Beth..." my voice comes out in a hoarse whisper.

"Patience," she smirks, "because we both know the second that I untie you, you'll be free to touch me anywhere you want, free to taste anything you want, and you'll be free to smell anywhere you want," she unashamedly runs her fingers through her folds before bringing them up to my mouth. I can smell her scent on them and without breaking eye contact, I gently suck on them, "you'll be free to do whatever you want to me..." she says.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply, taking a few calming breaths that have me thinking all sorts of wild thoughts, before opening my eyes again.

"Fuck me wherever you want, am I right Harry?" she whispers before nipping sharply at my ear.

Fucking tease.

I glare at her before she raises herself up and takes me inside her body again, her gaze never leaving mine.

"Am I right?" she smirks at me again, repeating the question.

I'm not going to give into her.

Two can play at this game.

She continues to slowly lift herself up and come down on me again, slow and hard.

It's slow and torturous but I don't want to give in.

I can take this as long as she can play it.

Minutes later however I'm beginning to doubt myself.

I want her to untie me.

I want to touch her.

I want to...

I want to do things to her.

I want her to beg like she's making me beg.

I feel like I'm sitting on the edge and that she's going to make me lose any control that I have left.

Each time she takes me in, I feel everything around me start to blur more and more.

I'm losing my self-control.

Before I know it, my mouth is on her collarbone and her skin between my teeth as I bite into her, my frustrations becoming my undoing.

She jolts slightly, hissing at the contact and I release her skin, realising I've left such a mark on her flawless skin.

I've made her bleed.

Oh my god.

But I...she...

Beth leans forward, a smirk on her face.

"There's the Harry I want..." she whispers.

I look at her and then it dawns on me.

She did this on purpose.

She reaches down and unties one of my wrists.

"Remember that one night Harry, how you pinned me down on the bed under your body and I made it difficult for you? How I tried to crawl away?" she says, and I nod at the memory.

It felt so wrong at the time even though it was consensual, she gave me full permission, even a safe word but...

But god I had loved it.

As did she.

"I laughed and told you no..." she nips my bottom lip with her teeth.

"You even slapped me across the face," I remind her, the memory arousing me even more as I think about it.

"Then you forced my thighs apart and began to fuck me," she continues, untying my other wrist before placing a hand on both my wrists and massaging them gently, "you held my arms down, kissed me, bit me, bruised me with your fingers..."

I sigh as I remember it all and shake my head slowly.

"You loved every second of it Harry," she says, lifting my head up gently by placing her hand under my chin, "I loved you controlling me like that," she whispers.

I...

Does...

"Now?" I whisper in return.

She places the two ties onto my lap.

"It's your birthday..." she simply says, holding her wrists out in front of her together, looking at me, waiting for my response.