I smirked at you as I pulled you back down into trance by your hair, once again eliciting that lovely little moan you make as you fall. I could feel your entire body relax yet again through the few points of contact between our bodies- your neck and shoulders, resting on and supported by my thigh as you lay in my lap; your head, facing me, helpless to my fingers laced through your hair; and of course, your thighs as I teased between your legs. 

The video I’d been pretending to watch as I seemingly idly played with you had long ended. You had simply intended to lie on the couch with me, hogtied and helpless in my lap, as an act of submission in and of itself. Laying there, subject to my whims, without even the privilege of getting to see what it was I was watching that was worthier of my attention than you. A toy, a plaything, there to be played with when I felt like it and to quietly wait until I did. 

Or, at least, that was how you’d told me that you wanted to feel.

But how could I resist such a delicious morsel, literally in my lap?

It wasn’t long before I’d started teasing with the gentlest of caresses up your arms and neck, making a show of being engrossed in the video that I’d long lost track of, keeping my fingers precisely imprecise as though my touches were barely an afterthought. Wordlessly, I soon had you dropping with the softest stroke of my finger down your bound arm, only to amuse myself with your little noise of protest as I stroked your arm back up, bringing you back to wakefulness. 

Once you’d started to get fuzzy, I began alternating my fingers stroking up and down your arm with little tugs up and down of your hair to further fractionate you. I noticed the growing wet spot on my pants where you’d started drooling. So soft. So relaxed. So completely mine. 

Noting the nearly matching wet spot between your legs, I began to tease your inner thighs with my left hand while my right continued to fractionate you. I was enthralled by the way your thighs would start to tense with the pleasure yet relax completely with each drop, even as the pleasure continued to build. The way your squirms against your bonds would quiet with each drop and resume with each wake, but your little moans and whimpers continued all the way through, changing only subtly.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” I knew how the slight derision in my voice would warm your cheeks. 

Not even sure whether you were in or out of trance anymore, you weren’t able to do more than squirm, moan, and let another cascade of drool escape your lips onto my pants. 

“Mmhm, that’s right,” I cooed, moving my left hand to more earnestly tease between your legs as my right hand nodded your head for you from its grip on your hair.

Your little moans and mewls were music to my ears as I felt you tense right on the edge of orgasm and I moved my hand back to your outer thighs. Playing your bound and entranced body like an instrument, I continued to bring you to the edge of orgasm only to deny you, stroking your arm and pulling your hair up and down to fractionate you, all the while assuring you that of course I would let you cum, just as soon as I got tired of your squirmy mewls and moans.

You were in for a very long afternoon.