The Conference, Part Twelve

“That’s what I thought.” Her lips were still pursed in that smug smile, as she gazed down at my bound self. Then, in the same frustrating tease as before, she guided my tip to her entrance and adjusted herself until I was just barely penetrating her. “Be a good boy,” she said, “Hold still. If you move an inch, all you’re going to get tonight is a hand job.”

Honestly, even that wouldn’t be the worst after how long I had been edged, though obviously I wanted the real deal now that I had a taste of it. Twice. Larissa was definitely right about how my impulse was to do something. Like gently thrust upwards, so I could get more than ‘just the tip.’ That was it, actually, since I couldn’t do anything with my hands while I was tied up like this. I also hadn’t been on my back many times with a girl, especially not during this part. Once again, I couldn’t think of a good response, plus talking maybe counted as moving. At this point, I had resigned myself to playing by her rules.

When she was sure that I was doing what she said, Larissa began slowly lowering herself and allowing me to push further into her. It didn’t matter that she was my business rival. Similar to how quickly I caved when she was flaunting her body earlier, I wanted her so fucking badly now that we were here. Out of pure instinct, I arched slightly towards her, meeting her halfway with a quiet exhale of satisfaction.

Thankfully, she didn’t seem to consider that to be moving, no doubt because sex would be absurd if one person was completely motionless the whole time. She was still in control, which is clearly how she liked it. Either because she was naturally dominant in the bedroom, or purely because of our thorny relationship and how this would dramatically change things between us. Maybe both. “Good boy,” she echoed. Then, ever so gently, she started rocking her hips.

Fuck. After so much build-up, even something that light was enough to threaten an early release. I was not going to let that happen. While I had nothing to prove to Larissa, she would almost certainly take pleasure in me lasting such a short time. It didn’t matter that she was the one who ultimately caused it; she’d still easily be able to frame it the other way. There was also the fact that I deserved more for myself, considering how long I had been waiting.

Taking a breath and doing my best to calm down without going too far in the opposite direction, I matched her rhythm as she continued to slowly grind me. If it were anyone else, I’d probably make more of an effort to maintain eye contact. Since this was Larissa, I kept my gaze on her chest; we were well past professional at this point, so there was no harm in watching the way her breasts shifted in response to her movements.

Unfortunately, Larissa had other plans where pacing was involved. “What are you doing?” she asked. Apparently catching onto the fact that I wasn’t fully hard and throbbing slightly like I was a few seconds ago, she began working her hips both more quickly and more intentionally. “You told me to get on with it. This is what you want, right?”

“I-” I wasn’t sure what I was about to say. It didn’t matter, because that’s about as far as I made it before I ended up cutting myself off with a quiet grunt of pleasure. Whatever efforts I had done to last longer and draw this experience out were completely undone as Larissa abruptly pushed me towards the edge. I didn’t see it coming in the slightest, since she had been a fucking tease up until now. “F-fuck,” I groaned, reflexively thrusting in response to what she was doing.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,” she giggled. Not letting up, especially as she both saw and felt as I tensed up, Larissa continued working me until I was at the point of no return. “You’re a good boy. SAY IT.”

Just as I was about to orgasm, I could feel her pulling back slightly, ready to detach from me at the worst possible time. I knew what she was doing in the back of my mind, but all I could think about was how I didn’t want her to completely ruin the impending release. “I’m-a-good-boy!” I hastily said, before moaning out a more drawn out, “Fuuuuck.”

Larissa’s smirk was more devious than ever as she settled back down on top of me just in time for me to explode inside of her, allowing me to fuck her properly rather than following through on what she could have done regardless of my compliance where the demeaning phrase was concerned. She quickly synced up with the way I was bucking my hips towards her, riding me until she had coaxed out every last drop.

As for her own pleasure, it was difficult to tell. Her expression definitely cracked slightly along the way, as her eyes briefly fluttered closed along with a few shallow breaths. There was a good chance she was getting more out of the situation than the sensations themselves. Either way, she was back to looking amused and in control by the end. “Better than expected,” she shrugged, tacking on, “Barely.”

I wasn’t in any place for such banter. Still coming down from everything, the post-nut clarity gradually hitting me as she dismounted me as if this was just business as usual, I muttered a not so firm, “Now untie me.” That was the deal, right? One first, then the other. It was a little less clear in my current mental state.

“In a minute,” she nonchalantly replied, “Let me get dressed first. Pretty sure that takes priority; you should be used to being naked by now.”

With that, she bent over and began collecting her clothes.