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It’s my first story, so comments/feedback/grammar error corrections are very welcome!
Sarah shut the door to the house and immediately recognized a voice that could make milk curdle. She considered sliding back out the door and feigning a late work scenario, but before Sarah could open the door again her husband yelled “Honey, welcome home! We have company.”
Sarah heard a slimy chuckle accompany Cam’s voice and rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. “Hi baby.” She dropped a kiss to the top of her husband’s head when she entered the kitchen and glared at his best friend. “Trey.”
Trey smirked and it was just as slimy as his laugh. “Sarah.”
“Shouldn’t you be at home, making your most recent girlfriend feel like crap with your whole faux alpha male routine?” Sarah snapped.
Cam frowned. “Be polite, Sarah.”
“Don’t worry, Sarah probably had a long day at work.” Trey leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head, and Sarah tried not to pay attention to the flex of his biceps. “For your information, Claire and I broke up today. I’m here because I’m allowing her to move her stuff out of our apartment without my ‘wretched, dishonest presence’ as Claire so elegantly put it.”
Sarah matched Trey’s smirk. “She sounds like a smart woman.”
Trey seemed to gravitate towards the idea that women existed to be homemakers and constantly scorned Sarah having a career. He made it no secret that he was disgusted by the fact that she was the breadwinner in their household. In return, Sarah made it no secret that she wished he’d walk in front of a train. Despite how many times Sarah said it, Trey seemed more amused by her anger than anything, and it only infuriated her more. Trey was the only man that got under her skin and she couldn’t do anything to control it.
She looked at her husband. “Aren’t you supposed to be leaving soon, honey? Where will Trey go then?”
“I told him he could stay here.” Cam didn’t meet her gaze. He knew how much his best friend and wife hated each other. “The business trip is only a few days; Trey will be here a day max.”
Sarah fumed at the prospect of being alone with him. “Trey, give us the room for a minute.”
“Of course. Wouldn’t want to offend my lovely hosts.” Trey stretched when he stood from the chair and Sarah glimpsed a hint of his six pack when his shirt rode up. She stifled the feminine part of her that felt a rush of heat at the sight of his abs.
“You’re kidding, you told him he could stay here while you’re gone? Take him with you or make him get a hotel.” Sarah hissed. “You didn’t bother to talk to me about it, either.”
Cam shot her an apologetic look. “I know, but he just broke up with his girlfriend-,”
“Yeah, his third girlfriend in six months. He uses these girls for sex and then dumps them after treating them like crap. Forgive me if I don’t feel that much sympathy for his situation. This poor Claire girl has to go find another apartment because he invited her to move in with him a month into their relationship.” Sarah seethed and ran a hand through her hair. “Look, just go to your meeting. We’ll talk about this when you get back.”
Cam tried to protest again but Sarah ignored him.
*
She gave Cam a quick kiss goodbye when he left that night for the airport, and then it was just Trey and Sarah in the apartment. He offered her a glass of whiskey when she went back into the kitchen. “It’s good stuff. I brought it as a thank you for the stay.”
Sarah grabbed it and drowned it in one gulp. It tasted a little odd, but Sarah hadn’t had whiskey in a while. Maybe she had forgotten how strong it could be. “I’m going to bed. Be gone as soon as possible.”
“Don’t worry, pet, few more hours and you’ll be rid of me.”
“You make me want to vomit.”
Trey’s smug laugh wasn’t the reaction she hoped for.
A few hours later Sarah woke up, head aching. She reached to rub her eyes and found that her arms didn’t move. She tried to sit up or kick and found she couldn’t do that either. “What the fuck?” She lifted her head and found herself in nothing but the black satin panties and the matching bra Cam bought for her last year. She liked sleeping in them when he was gone, but she distinctly remembered throwing one of his old t shirts over them before she climbed into bed.
The “practically naked” thought disappeared when she realized her lack of movement was due to restraints around her wrists and her ankles tying her spread eagle. “Oh Jesus fuck.” She rattled the bed sharply and her breathing increased. “Help!”
“Don’t bother,” A very distinct voice crooned. “I’m good at what I do. Isn’t the first rule they teach women not to accept drinks from strange men?” Sarah’s body froze. Trey stood shirtless at the foot of her bed, and Sarah would have admired his physique – so much more impressive than Cam’s – if he hadn’t just implied he drugged her.
“You psychopath. What did you do to me? Are you a rapist now?”
Trey chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t need to force myself on anyone to get laid. Besides, by the end of the night you may be begging for me.” His finger slid down Sarah’s leg, under the sensitive part of her knee and across the sole of her foot. It twitched involuntarily at the ticklish sensation and Sarah tried to school her features.
“You know, after Claire I finally realized what the problem with the other girls was,” Trey continued. “I loved being dominant, in control. So I went after submissive girls. But they were so easy to control. So willing to do what I wanted. It was so dull. I think what I really want is a girl like you. Someone angry, a woman with the illusion that she’s ‘independent’ and ‘strong’, because it will be so much sweeter when I break her.”
“You’re a piece of shit. I’m going straight to the police when I get out of here and Cam will never speak to you again.”
Trey shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe we make a bet.”
“I’m not making a bet. Let me up now and maybe I won’t tell everyone in the world you drugged me and tied me to a bed.”
“Well, since you aren’t going anywhere I’ll tell you the terms of my agreement. You win the bet, you don’t ever have to see me again. I won’t come around your house, I won’t hit up Cam for drinks – at least within your earshot – I’ll pretend I don’t even exist. But if I win the bet, you are mine. You come over to my place whenever I want and you do whatever I want. Cook, clean, let me tie you up, anything.” Trey’s trademark smirk appeared.
Sarah glared. “Not a chance in hell. Let me up.”
“That weak in conviction, huh?” Trey’s finger kept running up and down Sarah’s leg teasingly. “So sure that I’ll win.”
“You can’t goad me into taking your bet,” Sarah snapped.
“I think I can.” Trey leaned over Sarah. “Take the bet and prove you’re stronger than your husband’s asshole friend you hate so much. I’m not going to hurt you and I’d never think about forcing myself on you.”
Sarah glared. “Nothing sexual? You’re not going to hit me?”
“Nope.” Trey slid up her body and nipped her ear. “But you’ll be begging to submit by the end of the night, I promise.”
The idea of never having Trey in her life again was tempting. And though she didn’t want to be goaded by his petty words, she had a hard time not letting them get to her. “Fine. Deal.” Sarah moved her head to dislodge him. “There’s nothing you can do to make me submit. I think you’re disgusting and I loathe you.”
“I know.” Trey grinned. “It’s my favorite thing about you. Now, all you have to do to get me to stop is say ‘I submit’. And I win. But if you last until-,” He looked at his watch, “- 7am without giving in, you win. That’s just 5 hours.”
“5 hours of what?” Sarah couldn’t imagine what he could do if he wasn’t going to fuck or beat her.
Trey’s hands slid under Sarah’s arms to the soft skin there. “Tickling.” His fingers started to drum lightly and Sarah involuntarily yanked as hard as possible on the wrist restraints. She was unbearably ticklish and had forbidden Cam from so much as a playful poke to her sides. Sarah clamped her lips together as tight as possible to stop the giggles already forming to escape. 5 hours of tickling was unthinkable, and her only recourse would be convincing Trey that she wasn’t ticklish before he really got started.
Her armpits were one of her most sensitive spots, and Sarah could tell from Trey’s mocking grin that he hadn’t even started trying yet. “What’s wrong Sarah? Does that tickle?” Trey asked.
Sarah shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Trey continued to smirk, his fingers dragging down to her ribs and then dancing back to her ticklish armpits, pressing in a little harder. Sarah couldn’t help the squeak that came out.
“Tell you what,” Trey continued. “If you can open your mouth and say, ‘no Trey, I’m not ticklish’, right now, I’ll untie you and say you won the bet.” Trey’s fingers were moving a little faster and Sarah could barely hear his words. It was an impossible task, but she needed to try. She opened her mouth –
“NAHAHAHAHA,” Nothing spilled out but endless laughter, and once it started Sarah couldn’t close her mouth to stop it. Trey kept his fingers moving under her arms, alternating between slow, dragging circles with his nails and rapid movements with all five fingers. “It TIHIHIHICKLES! Please! Stop! Hahahaha!” Sarah tried to arch her back and her shoulders ached from yanking on the restraints. “Asshole! Oh GAWHAHAHAHAD!”
“Oh, someone is definitely ticklish,” Trey snickered. “I didn’t need to make the bet for five hours of this, did I? I probably could have done it for two! Ticklish under your arms, Sarah?”
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP! HAHAHA!” Sarah kept yanking on her wrists despite how secure Trey had tied the leather bonds. She’d forgotten how awful tickling could be. Her college boyfriend was the last one to truly tickle her this badly and even he hadn’t been as skilled as Trey. He seemed to know exactly the right places under her arms to tickle to make her beg and it had only been a few minutes.
Trey’s fingers moved down her sides, digging into the spaces between her ribs. Sarah let out a “yip!” before dissolving into giggles, trying to buck him off. “Oh, does that tickle?” Trey taunted. “Ticklish ribs, Sarah? All you have to do to stop is say ‘I submit’. Unless you feel like enduring five hours of tickling.” His thumbs dug in sharply to the space between her top two ribs. Sarah didn’t know something could tickle this bad. It wasn’t as terrible as under her arms, but his taunting made her furious.
“What about this cute little belly?” Trey’s fingers slid down from her ribs to tickle the soft skin of her stomach. “You wear those crop tops to picnics with Cam and it’s all I can think about, pinning you down and punishing you for being such a tease.” His fingers kneaded and poked her soft belly and Sarah howled.
“HAHAHAHAHA stop!! Oh GOD it tickles!!! You Ahahahahasss!” Sarah tried to move from side to side. “Fuhuck!” She felt his hands trail to her sides and squeeze before his fingers began to dance up and down.
“You know what else I think about doing when I see that adorable belly?” Trey said. “When I see you exposed and wonder why Cam doesn’t punish you for being so goddamn arrogant?” His fingers didn’t stop moving up her sides, tickling all the while, and Sarah shook her head frantically as they got closer to her armpits. They stopped just short and Sarah let out a sigh of relief before Trey pressed his lips to her stomach, directly over her belly button, and blew a raspberry.
Sarah screeched, trying to press down into the bed further, but there was no room and Trey continued to blow raspberries on her stomach. Tears began to flow from her eyes when she felt the added sensation of his fingers back in her armpits.
“STAHAHAHAHAP! TREHEHEHEHEHEY! PLEAHEHEHEASE! Oh gahahahad! It tickles! It tickles!” Sarah bounced on the bed, thrashing as much as she could, her brain thinking only about how ticklish she was and how she couldn’t possibly beg to submit no matter how badly she wanted the tickling to stop.
“Tickle, tickle,” Trey teased. “All you have to do is say ‘I submit’ and it ends, Sarah.”
Sarah shook her head wildly. Even if she wanted to, she was laughing too hard to speak. His fingers had found a particularly ticklish spot at the very center of her armpit and were relentlessly prodding it.
“Okay, up to you.” Trey bent down. “Maybe I’m not trying hard enough.” He slid off the bed briefly, and Sarah took huge gulps of air in the absence of tickles. Trey came back with a blindfold that he twirled around his fingers. Sarah fought him, but he was stronger on and looped it around her eyes easily. “That’s more like it. Hope you’re not scared of the dark, Sarah.”
“I… hate you.”
“So you’ve said.”
Sarah tried to listen to Trey’s movements for any indication to as where his horrible tickling fingers might strike next, but instead something wet and slimy dragged under her arm. Sarah jerked and cried out; it tickled horribly. “Mmm, not bad at all,” Trey purred.
Ew, that’s his tongue, Sarah thought briefly before his licking resumed. His fingers danced under her right underarm while he licked under her left, and the different sensations sent her into paroxysms of laughter. She didn’t have time to think about how gross it was that he was licking her sweat away when it tickled as bad as it did.
He gave the same treatment to the other armpit and Sarah faded into silent laughter. Don’t submit, don’t submit, don’t submit, she chanted to herself. But oh god, it tickles so badly. I could make it stop.
When his fingers went down to her stomach again and twirled in her belly button Sarah got her voice back and screamed in laughter. “HAHAHAHA STOP! Pleahahahaease! I need a break! Stop!!”
Trey’s fingers dragged down her legs and started squeezing her knees. It tickled, but Sarah’s laughter died down to giggles instead of cackling. “How’s this – 30 second break, but I get to strip off your bra and panties,” Trey offered.
“Nohoho,” Sarah giggled, trying to kick her legs.
“Fine.” Trey’s hands glided down her legs and Sarah’s eyes widened under the blindfold as she realized where they were going next.
“Wait-,” Sarah gasped. “30 seconds each – 30 seconds for my bra, and 30 seconds for my underwear. And you have to untie me so I can take them off. And take off the mask.”
Trey traced his fingers up and down her sides, keeping her giggling while he thought about it. “Fine – but I’m not untying you. They’re getting cut off.”
“No-,” Sarah tried to protest, thinking of how proud Cam was when he gifted her the lingerie set, but Trey had already found a pair of scissors and cut through her black panties. He took off the blindfold and held them up in front of Sarah’s eyes.
“Nice. Kind of fancy to sleep in.” He smirked at Sarah’s scowl. “You really think Cam picked these out himself, don’t you? Oh I remember exactly when he asked for my help to get you a birthday present. I admit, I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you in my hard-earned work.” He snipped through the bra just as easily, and Sarah didn’t feel as sad to see them go knowing that Trey had a hand in choosing them. She glared at him while his eyes trailed up her naked body.
“Pig,” She shot at him.
“Hypocrite. You think I don’t notice you looking at me? I always wondered how Cam ended up with a hot piece of ass like you. So mismatched. A mountain lion like you needs someone who can train you to be a housecat and Cam… he’s practically a mouse.” Trey smirked and Sarah turned red, either from anger or embarrassment.
“No one needs to train me,” Sarah hissed back at him, slowly catching her breath from the laughter.
“So wild.” Trey smirked. “So much fun to tame.” His eyes flicked to her pussy, completely bare. “Did you get your hair removed because Cam asked? No… no, you’d never do anything because a man asked you to. You did that for yourself. I bet you look at it in the mirror, admiring it.” Trey’s finger lightly traced the outer folds of her pussy. “So soft. I’d admire it too, if I were you. Couldn’t stop staring at it.”
“No touching me. This is my break.”
“No tickling,” Trey corrected. “Unless you’re saying your pussy is ticklish too?” His finger stroked right down the middle and Sarah’s body twitched. “Interesting. You know, if you submit, I might be willing to reward you in other ways. Your clit is very tempting from this angle.”
“When I win, I’m going to kick you in the balls,” Sarah retorted.
The timer beeped on Trey’s watch. “And just like that, your break is over. Only 4 more hours of tickling until you see if you get to follow through on that wish.”
Sarah felt a brief wave of misery. She’d only been tickled for an hour, and she had nothing left to bargain with for a break. She couldn’t take 4 more hours.
Trey didn’t put the mask back on, which was Sarah’s only blessing. It didn’t help the rock that settled in her stomach when she watched his hands settle on her feet, massaging them gently. “How are your feet, Sarah?” Trey asked. “Ticklish?”
“Burn in hell,” She snapped. She refused to beg, even though every instinct told her to plead that he not go after her most ticklish spot. She knew it wouldn’t help and she wanted to hang on to any dignity she possibly could.
Trey only chuckled. He dragged a nail up the length of her right foot and it twitched. He mimicked the gesture on her left foot and she squirmed. He kept up the light teasing, one stroke after stroke until Sarah barked, “just do it!”
Trey cocked his head. “Just do what?”
“If you’re going to tickle my feet, just do it, stop this horrible teasi- FUHUCK!” Sarah screamed when he dug all ten fingers into her right foot. “TREHEHEHEHEY!”
“Is this better? Is this what you wanted?” Trey switched ten fingers to her left foot and then five fingers on each of them, running up and down the length of her foot.
“NOHOHOHO,” Sarah cackled. She jerked her feet from side to side but he did a good job of limiting her mobility and she only had an inch or two of give. Trey seemed more amused than anything and had no issue following her feet with his fingers as they tried to move away from him. Eventually he peeled back her toes on one foot and scribbled his fingers underneath the soft pads and in between each toe, leading Sarah to scream more than laugh. She’d never been tickled like this in her life. The words to give in were on the tip of her tongue.
Trey dropped her foot, her toes no longer getting their excruciating ticklish torment, and Sarah panted, the verge of hyperventilating. She was too tired to lift her head and follow Trey’s movements as he walked across the room, so she just closed her eyes and tried to summon anger. Despite her best efforts, all she felt was hopelessness and the ghost of Trey’s fingers under her toes.
Sarah felt something stroke up her left foot and her brain shut off. It was just as delicate as Trey’s nails but felt like a dozen of them at once. He dragged it up and down her left foot to begin, and when he switched it to her right foot she got a look at what he was using in between her screams.
Trey followed her tear-filled eyes and grinned. “How does it feel? Does the comb tickle? Is it worse than my fingers? How ‘bout I give you something to compare it to?”
Trey used the comb on her right foot and his fingers on her left foot. Sarah bucked and screamed. “STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEASE! I’LL DO AHAHAHAHANYTHING!” She was in hell; she was confident that she was in hell.
“You can make it stop anytime you want,” Trey reminded, sawing the comb between her toes. “Just say ‘I submit’.”
Sarah shook her head, trying to shut out the horrible tongs of the comb on her feet. If she submitted, she’d be Trey’s slave and she knew there would be far more horrible tickling sessions in the future. She could take a few more hours of this.
“If you can’t tell me what’s worse between my fingers and the comb, maybe you can tell me what’s worse between these two.” Trey paused briefly and when he resumed, Sarah felt the softer bristles of a hairbrush on one foot and the rough comb on the other.
Sarah howled, she couldn’t have submitted even she wanted with her mind lost to the ticklish sensations on both feet. The hairbrush covered the whole width of her foot when Trey dragged it up and down the length of her sole and in between her toes when he rubbed it across the pads. Tears streamed down Sarah’s face from both laughter and desperation.
“Which is worse?” Trey asked again, mockingly. “Should I switch feet for you to decide?”
“STAHAHAHAHAP!” Sarah felt her ankles chafing on the leather from how hard she pulled on the restraints, but the pain didn’t distract from the ticklish feeling. Sarah tried to focus on one or the other, hoping to identify which wasn’t quite as bad, but both kept her in cachinnation.
“Come on, Sarah, surely one of them is worse,” Trey asked again.
Sarah was laughing so hard her lungs ached. She’d decided the brush was worse, but didn’t know if confessing that was the best decision. Unless he’d decide that she was lying and used the comb. “THE BRUHUHUSH!”
“See? Not so hard to decide.” Trey dropped both tools and gripped her left foot with one hand so it couldn’t move, and with the other hand he rubbed the hairbrush up and down the foot. Sarah shrieked and then dissolved into helpless laughter. “Now you wish you’d lied, don’t you?” Trey teased. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Sarah!”
“LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHO!” Sarah begged. She hated herself for it, but she couldn’t stop pleading. “PLEHEHEHEASE!” It was even worse now that she couldn’t move her foot the few inches she’d been allowed before. Her existence boiled down to her ticklish sole and the bristles that scratched up and down it. Trey alternated between feet so Sarah never adjusted to the feeling.
When Sarah’s laughter mixed with coughs Trey traveled back up her body, his fingers tickling the whole way up to keep her in laughter even without the hairbrush. When his fingers got to her breasts, he circled her nipples and tugged them lightly. It tickled but Sarah couldn’t help but moan with the slight stimulation. Trey smirked and continued to tickle her breasts, occasionally sliding up into her armpits to see her attempt to yank her arms down to cover the sensitive spots.
“God, your tits are great,” Trey commented, tickling just outside the nipple. “I’d see them bounce when you laugh at someone’s joke and wonder what they’d look like when you’re topless and at my mercy. And they’re better than I imagined.”
Sarah twisted her torso, trying to throw his fingers off her breasts. “PLEHEHEHEASE! I’ll give you anything! STOHOHOHOP!”
Trey’s fingers tweaked a nipple again and an uncontrollable groan slipped out amongst the laughter. In between the horrible ticklish sensations Sarah started to feel a different kind of tingling. She wanted the tickling to stop, but it had been a long time before she’d had a man above her who looked the way Trey did, all muscles and arrogance. As much as she loved her husband, and she never wanted to be tamed, as Trey put it, Cam didn’t ooze masculinity in the way the man currently above her did. And her pussy recognized this just as much as her brain did. She just hoped Trey didn’t notice what was happening to her.
Trey paused again and Sarah sobbed. She knew the pauses meant another torture device was coming. “You can submit any time,” Trey reminded. “Submit to your master.”
Sarah summoned all the anger she could. “Fuck you, jackass.”
“I will if you ask nicely,” Trey purred. He bent down to suck one nipple, and Sarah bit down to keep the moan inside. She could feel how wet she was and knew Trey hadn’t noticed. If he had, he certainly would mock her for it like he had everything else. “Until you beg for me though…” Before Sarah could prepare herself, he’d pressed an electric toothbrush against her nipple and turned it on. Sarah shrieked, again trying to twist her torso away from his torture.
“Oh, ticklish nipples? Does this tickle? How about this?” He moved the electric toothbrush to one of her armpits and Sarah screamed.
“YEHEHEHES! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!” Sarah thrashed in her bonds. She squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t notice when bristles started to twirl in the other armpit. It was larger than her toothbrush, and Sarah realized it was her face cleaning brush. She briefly cursed herself for buying every electric accessory she found online before dissolving back into laughter.
The two brushes moved from Sarah’s armpits back to her nipples and the arousal spiked again along with the ticklish sensation. “FUHUHUHCK PLEAHEHEASE STOP!”
Trey grinned and peaked down Sarah’s body, eyeing her slick womanhood. “You sure you want me to stop?” He kept the cleansing brush on Sarah’s left breast but pressed the electric toothbrush directly on Sarah’s clit. She didn’t know how ticklish her clit was, and the toothbrush grazed it with just the right amount of pressure that it tickled as much as it pleasured her. Her hips bucked, moans mingled with laughter. Right as she felt like she was going to cum, he pulled the toothbrush away and shoved it into her belly button.
“NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOH MUCH!” Sarah shook her head from side to side. “Please let me CUM!”
“Oh, you wanna cum?” Trey grabbed some medical tape and wrapped it around the face cleaning brush, keeping it pinned against her breast. He did the same with the electric toothbrush on the other nipple and used his fingers to tickle across the outer layers of her pussy. “I can make you cum. I can make you cum so hard you black out. Two little words, my pretty mountain lion. ‘I submit.’”
Sarah tried to move her hips so his tickling fingers pressed on her clit but he deftly avoided it. “Naughty, you don’t get to come unless I say so. Clearly you can’t behave with your pussy being tickled.” He dropped to the base of the bed and resumed tickling her foot with the hairbrush.
“Coochie, coochie, coo, ticklish little girl,” He taunted. “Not so assertive now, are you? Where’s the independent woman who’s so much better than men? She’s laughing and crying and begging to cum, isn’t she?” His fingers peeled back her toes and raked the hairbrush underneath them. “Because she’s so ticklish!”
“SHUHUHUHUHUT UP!” Sarah cackled. “AHAHAHASS!”
“So insolent.” He dropped the brush and let his fingers tickle the sensitive arches, her nipples still being stimulated with the rotating bristles and a fog of arousal surrounding her brain. “Do you want to cum, Sarah?”
One hand went up to his pussy and tickled her mound, stroking down the soft folds and then spreading them apart to tickle across the clit that was poking out from its hood. Sarah grunted, her eyes rolling back in her head and hips spasming. “Yehehehes I want to cum!”
“Do you want to submit?” Trey lowered his head, his hands going higher to tickle Sarah’s sides and his tongue lapping once at Sarah’s pussy gently. “Would you like to submit to me? Or do you want to go through 3 more hours of tickle torture?”
Sarah dug her nails into her palms. “PLEHEHEASE NO MORE TIHIHICKLING!”
“Say it,” Trey demanded.
“I SUHUHUBMIT,” Sarah finally screamed. “I SUBMIT!”
Trey smirked and removed the brushes from her nipples. “Say, ‘I submit, Master Trey, and will be yours whenever you ask. Now pretty please, Master Trey, make me cum.’”
Sarah wished the ceiling would fall in and crush her so she didn’t have to say those words. “I promise you, if you don’t say it, and were lying to get out of the tickling, you will be tickled for far longer than 7am,” Trey threatened.
Sarah glowered but conceded, “I submit… Master Trey, and will be yours whenever you ask. Now pretty please, Master Trey, make me cum.” She almost vomited when the words were out of her mouth, but arousal was burning through her.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now I’m going to make you cum like the good girl you are.” Trey’s hand went back to her womanhood, his nails tickling the outer lips of her pussy. “You’re so wet, maybe you didn’t hate the tickling as much as you said. We’re gonna have quite a bit of fun together in the future.”
Sarah’s nausea resurfaced at the prospect, but Trey’s fingers tickled her clit and her head lolled back. “Ohhh, fuck. Please, please, more.”
“Good girl, so polite.” Trey’s fingers circled her clit but didn’t brush it directly, massaging the soft skin and chuckling at her desperate whines. “Come on, my mountain lion, ask for what you want.”
“Please, I want it, so badly, please, I need to cum,” Sarah begged.
“Say, ‘please, Master Trey, please lick my pussy,’ and maybe I’ll be nice enough to do it,” Trey taunted.
“Please, Master Trey, please lick my pussy,” Sarah choked out.
Trey smirked. “Good girl.” His fingers tickled across her breasts and his mouth dropped to her pussy. He lapped at the outer folds and then used two fingers to spread them to lick at the pink insides. “Mmm, you taste so good.” His tongue dragged up to her clit and suckled at it like he did at her nipple, and Sarah writhed on the bed. She felt herself teetering on the edge that she’d been on all night, and with one powerful suck she gasped and fell over it, grinding down on Trey’s face.
Sarah felt Trey’s rigid length against her thigh and instead of the swell of anger she expected, she felt another surge of desire. “Fuck me, Trey.” It had been so long since she and Cam had done anything other than missionary, and even then Sarah had to finish herself off more often than not. She wanted to get fucked, even if it was by an asshole like Trey.
“Oh, does my ticklish little girl want to get fucked?” Trey swirled his fingers around her over-sensitive clit and Sarah seized and made a guttural sound. “Then beg for it.”
Sarah glared. “What do you want me to say?”
“You know, I’ve been doing a lot of work today. I want to see how pretty you beg when I don’t have to feed you lines.” Trey sat back on his heels. “I can tickle your feet until you think of something if you really want motivation.”
Sarah wished her arms were free so she could scratch his eyes out. “Please…”
“Master Trey,” Trey volunteered.
“Please, Master Trey, please fuck me, please fuck me, I want your dick,” Sarah begged. “I want to get fucked by you… Master Trey.”
Trey laughed. “Well when you ask that nicely.” Trey stripped out of his boxers and Sarah felt like drooling when she saw how big he was. She was so wet he slid into her easily and they both moaned. “You’re so wet for me, so desperate.” Trey fucked into her pussy, and his fingers danced up her sides and into her armpits. She squealed and burst into laughter, trying to squirm away and shove down on Trey’s dick as he thrust into her at the same time.
“No tihickling!” Sarah begged.
“Couldn’t resist,” Trey gave her sides one more poke before his fingers went to stroke her clit instead. “You’re going to have to be so much obedient when you’re my toy, you know.” He held her thighs down and snapped his hips into her.
Sarah felt guilty enjoying any second of this when she had Cam coming home to her in a few days, but Trey’s cock was larger and reached deeper inside her than her husband ever did. Before she knew it, she was reaching another climax. Trey’s usual smirk was intermixed with pure lust and with a grunt she felt his dick spasm inside her. His fingers squeezed her clit tightly and Sarah moaned and felt her second orgasm wash over her.
Trey smiled down at her like a cat who got the canary. “Did you know that people are significantly more ticklish after they orgasm?”
Sarah shook her head frantically. “No, no, you said no more!”
Trey let out a breathy laugh. “You’re right, you promised to be mine whenever I wanted and so tonight, no more tickling. But you and I have plenty more nights together to look forward to, and there won’t be anything you can say to stop the tickling.”
“Let me up from the bed,” Sarah snapped.
“Fine, fine.” Trey went to untie her bonds, tickling under her arms lightly before releasing the ones around her wrists. He went to undo her ankle ropes but Sarah shoved him away and undid them herself before Trey could tickle her feet.
“I hate you,” Sarah announced.
“Like I said, it’s my favorite thing about you. There’s nothing more exhilarating than having someone who hates you beg you to fuck them.” Trey grinned at her in a predatory way. “And if you think at all about not coming over when I call…” He lifted his wrist and pressed a button on his watch. Sarah heard her own voice come out, a little bit tinny, “’I submit… Master Trey, and will be yours whenever you ask. Now pretty please, Master Trey, make me cum’.”
Sarah gaped. “What the fuck?”
“You know the best part? Cam bought me this smart watch. Kind of ironic that I used it to ensure his wife follows through on her commitment to me. Hopefully the recording doesn’t find its way to him, or your boss, or parents, or god knows who else.” Trey squeezed Sarah’s knee. “You’re mine, Sarah.”
“I hope you burn in hell.”
Trey circled her the soft bud at the tip of her pussy with a nail. “Keep that fire up, Sarah. We’ve got plenty more nights for me to douse it.”
Sarah shut the door to the house and immediately recognized a voice that could make milk curdle. She considered sliding back out the door and feigning a late work scenario, but before Sarah could open the door again her husband yelled “Honey, welcome home! We have company.”
Sarah heard a slimy chuckle accompany Cam’s voice and rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. “Hi baby.” She dropped a kiss to the top of her husband’s head when she entered the kitchen and glared at his best friend. “Trey.”
Trey smirked and it was just as slimy as his laugh. “Sarah.”
“Shouldn’t you be at home, making your most recent girlfriend feel like crap with your whole faux alpha male routine?” Sarah snapped.
Cam frowned. “Be polite, Sarah.”
“Don’t worry, Sarah probably had a long day at work.” Trey leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head, and Sarah tried not to pay attention to the flex of his biceps. “For your information, Claire and I broke up today. I’m here because I’m allowing her to move her stuff out of our apartment without my ‘wretched, dishonest presence’ as Claire so elegantly put it.”
Sarah matched Trey’s smirk. “She sounds like a smart woman.”
Trey seemed to gravitate towards the idea that women existed to be homemakers and constantly scorned Sarah having a career. He made it no secret that he was disgusted by the fact that she was the breadwinner in their household. In return, Sarah made it no secret that she wished he’d walk in front of a train. Despite how many times Sarah said it, Trey seemed more amused by her anger than anything, and it only infuriated her more. Trey was the only man that got under her skin and she couldn’t do anything to control it.
She looked at her husband. “Aren’t you supposed to be leaving soon, honey? Where will Trey go then?”
“I told him he could stay here.” Cam didn’t meet her gaze. He knew how much his best friend and wife hated each other. “The business trip is only a few days; Trey will be here a day max.”
Sarah fumed at the prospect of being alone with him. “Trey, give us the room for a minute.”
“Of course. Wouldn’t want to offend my lovely hosts.” Trey stretched when he stood from the chair and Sarah glimpsed a hint of his six pack when his shirt rode up. She stifled the feminine part of her that felt a rush of heat at the sight of his abs.
“You’re kidding, you told him he could stay here while you’re gone? Take him with you or make him get a hotel.” Sarah hissed. “You didn’t bother to talk to me about it, either.”
Cam shot her an apologetic look. “I know, but he just broke up with his girlfriend-,”
“Yeah, his third girlfriend in six months. He uses these girls for sex and then dumps them after treating them like crap. Forgive me if I don’t feel that much sympathy for his situation. This poor Claire girl has to go find another apartment because he invited her to move in with him a month into their relationship.” Sarah seethed and ran a hand through her hair. “Look, just go to your meeting. We’ll talk about this when you get back.”
Cam tried to protest again but Sarah ignored him.
*
She gave Cam a quick kiss goodbye when he left that night for the airport, and then it was just Trey and Sarah in the apartment. He offered her a glass of whiskey when she went back into the kitchen. “It’s good stuff. I brought it as a thank you for the stay.”
Sarah grabbed it and drowned it in one gulp. It tasted a little odd, but Sarah hadn’t had whiskey in a while. Maybe she had forgotten how strong it could be. “I’m going to bed. Be gone as soon as possible.”
“Don’t worry, pet, few more hours and you’ll be rid of me.”
“You make me want to vomit.”
Trey’s smug laugh wasn’t the reaction she hoped for.
A few hours later Sarah woke up, head aching. She reached to rub her eyes and found that her arms didn’t move. She tried to sit up or kick and found she couldn’t do that either. “What the fuck?” She lifted her head and found herself in nothing but the black satin panties and the matching bra Cam bought for her last year. She liked sleeping in them when he was gone, but she distinctly remembered throwing one of his old t shirts over them before she climbed into bed.
The “practically naked” thought disappeared when she realized her lack of movement was due to restraints around her wrists and her ankles tying her spread eagle. “Oh Jesus fuck.” She rattled the bed sharply and her breathing increased. “Help!”
“Don’t bother,” A very distinct voice crooned. “I’m good at what I do. Isn’t the first rule they teach women not to accept drinks from strange men?” Sarah’s body froze. Trey stood shirtless at the foot of her bed, and Sarah would have admired his physique – so much more impressive than Cam’s – if he hadn’t just implied he drugged her.
“You psychopath. What did you do to me? Are you a rapist now?”
Trey chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t need to force myself on anyone to get laid. Besides, by the end of the night you may be begging for me.” His finger slid down Sarah’s leg, under the sensitive part of her knee and across the sole of her foot. It twitched involuntarily at the ticklish sensation and Sarah tried to school her features.
“You know, after Claire I finally realized what the problem with the other girls was,” Trey continued. “I loved being dominant, in control. So I went after submissive girls. But they were so easy to control. So willing to do what I wanted. It was so dull. I think what I really want is a girl like you. Someone angry, a woman with the illusion that she’s ‘independent’ and ‘strong’, because it will be so much sweeter when I break her.”
“You’re a piece of shit. I’m going straight to the police when I get out of here and Cam will never speak to you again.”
Trey shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe we make a bet.”
“I’m not making a bet. Let me up now and maybe I won’t tell everyone in the world you drugged me and tied me to a bed.”
“Well, since you aren’t going anywhere I’ll tell you the terms of my agreement. You win the bet, you don’t ever have to see me again. I won’t come around your house, I won’t hit up Cam for drinks – at least within your earshot – I’ll pretend I don’t even exist. But if I win the bet, you are mine. You come over to my place whenever I want and you do whatever I want. Cook, clean, let me tie you up, anything.” Trey’s trademark smirk appeared.
Sarah glared. “Not a chance in hell. Let me up.”
“That weak in conviction, huh?” Trey’s finger kept running up and down Sarah’s leg teasingly. “So sure that I’ll win.”
“You can’t goad me into taking your bet,” Sarah snapped.
“I think I can.” Trey leaned over Sarah. “Take the bet and prove you’re stronger than your husband’s asshole friend you hate so much. I’m not going to hurt you and I’d never think about forcing myself on you.”
Sarah glared. “Nothing sexual? You’re not going to hit me?”
“Nope.” Trey slid up her body and nipped her ear. “But you’ll be begging to submit by the end of the night, I promise.”
The idea of never having Trey in her life again was tempting. And though she didn’t want to be goaded by his petty words, she had a hard time not letting them get to her. “Fine. Deal.” Sarah moved her head to dislodge him. “There’s nothing you can do to make me submit. I think you’re disgusting and I loathe you.”
“I know.” Trey grinned. “It’s my favorite thing about you. Now, all you have to do to get me to stop is say ‘I submit’. And I win. But if you last until-,” He looked at his watch, “- 7am without giving in, you win. That’s just 5 hours.”
“5 hours of what?” Sarah couldn’t imagine what he could do if he wasn’t going to fuck or beat her.
Trey’s hands slid under Sarah’s arms to the soft skin there. “Tickling.” His fingers started to drum lightly and Sarah involuntarily yanked as hard as possible on the wrist restraints. She was unbearably ticklish and had forbidden Cam from so much as a playful poke to her sides. Sarah clamped her lips together as tight as possible to stop the giggles already forming to escape. 5 hours of tickling was unthinkable, and her only recourse would be convincing Trey that she wasn’t ticklish before he really got started.
Her armpits were one of her most sensitive spots, and Sarah could tell from Trey’s mocking grin that he hadn’t even started trying yet. “What’s wrong Sarah? Does that tickle?” Trey asked.
Sarah shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Trey continued to smirk, his fingers dragging down to her ribs and then dancing back to her ticklish armpits, pressing in a little harder. Sarah couldn’t help the squeak that came out.
“Tell you what,” Trey continued. “If you can open your mouth and say, ‘no Trey, I’m not ticklish’, right now, I’ll untie you and say you won the bet.” Trey’s fingers were moving a little faster and Sarah could barely hear his words. It was an impossible task, but she needed to try. She opened her mouth –
“NAHAHAHAHA,” Nothing spilled out but endless laughter, and once it started Sarah couldn’t close her mouth to stop it. Trey kept his fingers moving under her arms, alternating between slow, dragging circles with his nails and rapid movements with all five fingers. “It TIHIHIHICKLES! Please! Stop! Hahahaha!” Sarah tried to arch her back and her shoulders ached from yanking on the restraints. “Asshole! Oh GAWHAHAHAHAD!”
“Oh, someone is definitely ticklish,” Trey snickered. “I didn’t need to make the bet for five hours of this, did I? I probably could have done it for two! Ticklish under your arms, Sarah?”
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP! HAHAHA!” Sarah kept yanking on her wrists despite how secure Trey had tied the leather bonds. She’d forgotten how awful tickling could be. Her college boyfriend was the last one to truly tickle her this badly and even he hadn’t been as skilled as Trey. He seemed to know exactly the right places under her arms to tickle to make her beg and it had only been a few minutes.
Trey’s fingers moved down her sides, digging into the spaces between her ribs. Sarah let out a “yip!” before dissolving into giggles, trying to buck him off. “Oh, does that tickle?” Trey taunted. “Ticklish ribs, Sarah? All you have to do to stop is say ‘I submit’. Unless you feel like enduring five hours of tickling.” His thumbs dug in sharply to the space between her top two ribs. Sarah didn’t know something could tickle this bad. It wasn’t as terrible as under her arms, but his taunting made her furious.
“What about this cute little belly?” Trey’s fingers slid down from her ribs to tickle the soft skin of her stomach. “You wear those crop tops to picnics with Cam and it’s all I can think about, pinning you down and punishing you for being such a tease.” His fingers kneaded and poked her soft belly and Sarah howled.
“HAHAHAHAHA stop!! Oh GOD it tickles!!! You Ahahahahasss!” Sarah tried to move from side to side. “Fuhuck!” She felt his hands trail to her sides and squeeze before his fingers began to dance up and down.
“You know what else I think about doing when I see that adorable belly?” Trey said. “When I see you exposed and wonder why Cam doesn’t punish you for being so goddamn arrogant?” His fingers didn’t stop moving up her sides, tickling all the while, and Sarah shook her head frantically as they got closer to her armpits. They stopped just short and Sarah let out a sigh of relief before Trey pressed his lips to her stomach, directly over her belly button, and blew a raspberry.
Sarah screeched, trying to press down into the bed further, but there was no room and Trey continued to blow raspberries on her stomach. Tears began to flow from her eyes when she felt the added sensation of his fingers back in her armpits.
“STAHAHAHAHAP! TREHEHEHEHEHEY! PLEAHEHEHEASE! Oh gahahahad! It tickles! It tickles!” Sarah bounced on the bed, thrashing as much as she could, her brain thinking only about how ticklish she was and how she couldn’t possibly beg to submit no matter how badly she wanted the tickling to stop.
“Tickle, tickle,” Trey teased. “All you have to do is say ‘I submit’ and it ends, Sarah.”
Sarah shook her head wildly. Even if she wanted to, she was laughing too hard to speak. His fingers had found a particularly ticklish spot at the very center of her armpit and were relentlessly prodding it.
“Okay, up to you.” Trey bent down. “Maybe I’m not trying hard enough.” He slid off the bed briefly, and Sarah took huge gulps of air in the absence of tickles. Trey came back with a blindfold that he twirled around his fingers. Sarah fought him, but he was stronger on and looped it around her eyes easily. “That’s more like it. Hope you’re not scared of the dark, Sarah.”
“I… hate you.”
“So you’ve said.”
Sarah tried to listen to Trey’s movements for any indication to as where his horrible tickling fingers might strike next, but instead something wet and slimy dragged under her arm. Sarah jerked and cried out; it tickled horribly. “Mmm, not bad at all,” Trey purred.
Ew, that’s his tongue, Sarah thought briefly before his licking resumed. His fingers danced under her right underarm while he licked under her left, and the different sensations sent her into paroxysms of laughter. She didn’t have time to think about how gross it was that he was licking her sweat away when it tickled as bad as it did.
He gave the same treatment to the other armpit and Sarah faded into silent laughter. Don’t submit, don’t submit, don’t submit, she chanted to herself. But oh god, it tickles so badly. I could make it stop.
When his fingers went down to her stomach again and twirled in her belly button Sarah got her voice back and screamed in laughter. “HAHAHAHA STOP! Pleahahahaease! I need a break! Stop!!”
Trey’s fingers dragged down her legs and started squeezing her knees. It tickled, but Sarah’s laughter died down to giggles instead of cackling. “How’s this – 30 second break, but I get to strip off your bra and panties,” Trey offered.
“Nohoho,” Sarah giggled, trying to kick her legs.
“Fine.” Trey’s hands glided down her legs and Sarah’s eyes widened under the blindfold as she realized where they were going next.
“Wait-,” Sarah gasped. “30 seconds each – 30 seconds for my bra, and 30 seconds for my underwear. And you have to untie me so I can take them off. And take off the mask.”
Trey traced his fingers up and down her sides, keeping her giggling while he thought about it. “Fine – but I’m not untying you. They’re getting cut off.”
“No-,” Sarah tried to protest, thinking of how proud Cam was when he gifted her the lingerie set, but Trey had already found a pair of scissors and cut through her black panties. He took off the blindfold and held them up in front of Sarah’s eyes.
“Nice. Kind of fancy to sleep in.” He smirked at Sarah’s scowl. “You really think Cam picked these out himself, don’t you? Oh I remember exactly when he asked for my help to get you a birthday present. I admit, I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you in my hard-earned work.” He snipped through the bra just as easily, and Sarah didn’t feel as sad to see them go knowing that Trey had a hand in choosing them. She glared at him while his eyes trailed up her naked body.
“Pig,” She shot at him.
“Hypocrite. You think I don’t notice you looking at me? I always wondered how Cam ended up with a hot piece of ass like you. So mismatched. A mountain lion like you needs someone who can train you to be a housecat and Cam… he’s practically a mouse.” Trey smirked and Sarah turned red, either from anger or embarrassment.
“No one needs to train me,” Sarah hissed back at him, slowly catching her breath from the laughter.
“So wild.” Trey smirked. “So much fun to tame.” His eyes flicked to her pussy, completely bare. “Did you get your hair removed because Cam asked? No… no, you’d never do anything because a man asked you to. You did that for yourself. I bet you look at it in the mirror, admiring it.” Trey’s finger lightly traced the outer folds of her pussy. “So soft. I’d admire it too, if I were you. Couldn’t stop staring at it.”
“No touching me. This is my break.”
“No tickling,” Trey corrected. “Unless you’re saying your pussy is ticklish too?” His finger stroked right down the middle and Sarah’s body twitched. “Interesting. You know, if you submit, I might be willing to reward you in other ways. Your clit is very tempting from this angle.”
“When I win, I’m going to kick you in the balls,” Sarah retorted.
The timer beeped on Trey’s watch. “And just like that, your break is over. Only 4 more hours of tickling until you see if you get to follow through on that wish.”
Sarah felt a brief wave of misery. She’d only been tickled for an hour, and she had nothing left to bargain with for a break. She couldn’t take 4 more hours.
Trey didn’t put the mask back on, which was Sarah’s only blessing. It didn’t help the rock that settled in her stomach when she watched his hands settle on her feet, massaging them gently. “How are your feet, Sarah?” Trey asked. “Ticklish?”
“Burn in hell,” She snapped. She refused to beg, even though every instinct told her to plead that he not go after her most ticklish spot. She knew it wouldn’t help and she wanted to hang on to any dignity she possibly could.
Trey only chuckled. He dragged a nail up the length of her right foot and it twitched. He mimicked the gesture on her left foot and she squirmed. He kept up the light teasing, one stroke after stroke until Sarah barked, “just do it!”
Trey cocked his head. “Just do what?”
“If you’re going to tickle my feet, just do it, stop this horrible teasi- FUHUCK!” Sarah screamed when he dug all ten fingers into her right foot. “TREHEHEHEHEY!”
“Is this better? Is this what you wanted?” Trey switched ten fingers to her left foot and then five fingers on each of them, running up and down the length of her foot.
“NOHOHOHO,” Sarah cackled. She jerked her feet from side to side but he did a good job of limiting her mobility and she only had an inch or two of give. Trey seemed more amused than anything and had no issue following her feet with his fingers as they tried to move away from him. Eventually he peeled back her toes on one foot and scribbled his fingers underneath the soft pads and in between each toe, leading Sarah to scream more than laugh. She’d never been tickled like this in her life. The words to give in were on the tip of her tongue.
Trey dropped her foot, her toes no longer getting their excruciating ticklish torment, and Sarah panted, the verge of hyperventilating. She was too tired to lift her head and follow Trey’s movements as he walked across the room, so she just closed her eyes and tried to summon anger. Despite her best efforts, all she felt was hopelessness and the ghost of Trey’s fingers under her toes.
Sarah felt something stroke up her left foot and her brain shut off. It was just as delicate as Trey’s nails but felt like a dozen of them at once. He dragged it up and down her left foot to begin, and when he switched it to her right foot she got a look at what he was using in between her screams.
Trey followed her tear-filled eyes and grinned. “How does it feel? Does the comb tickle? Is it worse than my fingers? How ‘bout I give you something to compare it to?”
Trey used the comb on her right foot and his fingers on her left foot. Sarah bucked and screamed. “STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEASE! I’LL DO AHAHAHAHANYTHING!” She was in hell; she was confident that she was in hell.
“You can make it stop anytime you want,” Trey reminded, sawing the comb between her toes. “Just say ‘I submit’.”
Sarah shook her head, trying to shut out the horrible tongs of the comb on her feet. If she submitted, she’d be Trey’s slave and she knew there would be far more horrible tickling sessions in the future. She could take a few more hours of this.
“If you can’t tell me what’s worse between my fingers and the comb, maybe you can tell me what’s worse between these two.” Trey paused briefly and when he resumed, Sarah felt the softer bristles of a hairbrush on one foot and the rough comb on the other.
Sarah howled, she couldn’t have submitted even she wanted with her mind lost to the ticklish sensations on both feet. The hairbrush covered the whole width of her foot when Trey dragged it up and down the length of her sole and in between her toes when he rubbed it across the pads. Tears streamed down Sarah’s face from both laughter and desperation.
“Which is worse?” Trey asked again, mockingly. “Should I switch feet for you to decide?”
“STAHAHAHAHAP!” Sarah felt her ankles chafing on the leather from how hard she pulled on the restraints, but the pain didn’t distract from the ticklish feeling. Sarah tried to focus on one or the other, hoping to identify which wasn’t quite as bad, but both kept her in cachinnation.
“Come on, Sarah, surely one of them is worse,” Trey asked again.
Sarah was laughing so hard her lungs ached. She’d decided the brush was worse, but didn’t know if confessing that was the best decision. Unless he’d decide that she was lying and used the comb. “THE BRUHUHUSH!”
“See? Not so hard to decide.” Trey dropped both tools and gripped her left foot with one hand so it couldn’t move, and with the other hand he rubbed the hairbrush up and down the foot. Sarah shrieked and then dissolved into helpless laughter. “Now you wish you’d lied, don’t you?” Trey teased. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Sarah!”
“LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHO!” Sarah begged. She hated herself for it, but she couldn’t stop pleading. “PLEHEHEHEASE!” It was even worse now that she couldn’t move her foot the few inches she’d been allowed before. Her existence boiled down to her ticklish sole and the bristles that scratched up and down it. Trey alternated between feet so Sarah never adjusted to the feeling.
When Sarah’s laughter mixed with coughs Trey traveled back up her body, his fingers tickling the whole way up to keep her in laughter even without the hairbrush. When his fingers got to her breasts, he circled her nipples and tugged them lightly. It tickled but Sarah couldn’t help but moan with the slight stimulation. Trey smirked and continued to tickle her breasts, occasionally sliding up into her armpits to see her attempt to yank her arms down to cover the sensitive spots.
“God, your tits are great,” Trey commented, tickling just outside the nipple. “I’d see them bounce when you laugh at someone’s joke and wonder what they’d look like when you’re topless and at my mercy. And they’re better than I imagined.”
Sarah twisted her torso, trying to throw his fingers off her breasts. “PLEHEHEHEASE! I’ll give you anything! STOHOHOHOP!”
Trey’s fingers tweaked a nipple again and an uncontrollable groan slipped out amongst the laughter. In between the horrible ticklish sensations Sarah started to feel a different kind of tingling. She wanted the tickling to stop, but it had been a long time before she’d had a man above her who looked the way Trey did, all muscles and arrogance. As much as she loved her husband, and she never wanted to be tamed, as Trey put it, Cam didn’t ooze masculinity in the way the man currently above her did. And her pussy recognized this just as much as her brain did. She just hoped Trey didn’t notice what was happening to her.
Trey paused again and Sarah sobbed. She knew the pauses meant another torture device was coming. “You can submit any time,” Trey reminded. “Submit to your master.”
Sarah summoned all the anger she could. “Fuck you, jackass.”
“I will if you ask nicely,” Trey purred. He bent down to suck one nipple, and Sarah bit down to keep the moan inside. She could feel how wet she was and knew Trey hadn’t noticed. If he had, he certainly would mock her for it like he had everything else. “Until you beg for me though…” Before Sarah could prepare herself, he’d pressed an electric toothbrush against her nipple and turned it on. Sarah shrieked, again trying to twist her torso away from his torture.
“Oh, ticklish nipples? Does this tickle? How about this?” He moved the electric toothbrush to one of her armpits and Sarah screamed.
“YEHEHEHES! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!” Sarah thrashed in her bonds. She squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t notice when bristles started to twirl in the other armpit. It was larger than her toothbrush, and Sarah realized it was her face cleaning brush. She briefly cursed herself for buying every electric accessory she found online before dissolving back into laughter.
The two brushes moved from Sarah’s armpits back to her nipples and the arousal spiked again along with the ticklish sensation. “FUHUHUHCK PLEAHEHEASE STOP!”
Trey grinned and peaked down Sarah’s body, eyeing her slick womanhood. “You sure you want me to stop?” He kept the cleansing brush on Sarah’s left breast but pressed the electric toothbrush directly on Sarah’s clit. She didn’t know how ticklish her clit was, and the toothbrush grazed it with just the right amount of pressure that it tickled as much as it pleasured her. Her hips bucked, moans mingled with laughter. Right as she felt like she was going to cum, he pulled the toothbrush away and shoved it into her belly button.
“NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOH MUCH!” Sarah shook her head from side to side. “Please let me CUM!”
“Oh, you wanna cum?” Trey grabbed some medical tape and wrapped it around the face cleaning brush, keeping it pinned against her breast. He did the same with the electric toothbrush on the other nipple and used his fingers to tickle across the outer layers of her pussy. “I can make you cum. I can make you cum so hard you black out. Two little words, my pretty mountain lion. ‘I submit.’”
Sarah tried to move her hips so his tickling fingers pressed on her clit but he deftly avoided it. “Naughty, you don’t get to come unless I say so. Clearly you can’t behave with your pussy being tickled.” He dropped to the base of the bed and resumed tickling her foot with the hairbrush.
“Coochie, coochie, coo, ticklish little girl,” He taunted. “Not so assertive now, are you? Where’s the independent woman who’s so much better than men? She’s laughing and crying and begging to cum, isn’t she?” His fingers peeled back her toes and raked the hairbrush underneath them. “Because she’s so ticklish!”
“SHUHUHUHUHUT UP!” Sarah cackled. “AHAHAHASS!”
“So insolent.” He dropped the brush and let his fingers tickle the sensitive arches, her nipples still being stimulated with the rotating bristles and a fog of arousal surrounding her brain. “Do you want to cum, Sarah?”
One hand went up to his pussy and tickled her mound, stroking down the soft folds and then spreading them apart to tickle across the clit that was poking out from its hood. Sarah grunted, her eyes rolling back in her head and hips spasming. “Yehehehes I want to cum!”
“Do you want to submit?” Trey lowered his head, his hands going higher to tickle Sarah’s sides and his tongue lapping once at Sarah’s pussy gently. “Would you like to submit to me? Or do you want to go through 3 more hours of tickle torture?”
Sarah dug her nails into her palms. “PLEHEHEASE NO MORE TIHIHICKLING!”
“Say it,” Trey demanded.
“I SUHUHUBMIT,” Sarah finally screamed. “I SUBMIT!”
Trey smirked and removed the brushes from her nipples. “Say, ‘I submit, Master Trey, and will be yours whenever you ask. Now pretty please, Master Trey, make me cum.’”
Sarah wished the ceiling would fall in and crush her so she didn’t have to say those words. “I promise you, if you don’t say it, and were lying to get out of the tickling, you will be tickled for far longer than 7am,” Trey threatened.
Sarah glowered but conceded, “I submit… Master Trey, and will be yours whenever you ask. Now pretty please, Master Trey, make me cum.” She almost vomited when the words were out of her mouth, but arousal was burning through her.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now I’m going to make you cum like the good girl you are.” Trey’s hand went back to her womanhood, his nails tickling the outer lips of her pussy. “You’re so wet, maybe you didn’t hate the tickling as much as you said. We’re gonna have quite a bit of fun together in the future.”
Sarah’s nausea resurfaced at the prospect, but Trey’s fingers tickled her clit and her head lolled back. “Ohhh, fuck. Please, please, more.”
“Good girl, so polite.” Trey’s fingers circled her clit but didn’t brush it directly, massaging the soft skin and chuckling at her desperate whines. “Come on, my mountain lion, ask for what you want.”
“Please, I want it, so badly, please, I need to cum,” Sarah begged.
“Say, ‘please, Master Trey, please lick my pussy,’ and maybe I’ll be nice enough to do it,” Trey taunted.
“Please, Master Trey, please lick my pussy,” Sarah choked out.
Trey smirked. “Good girl.” His fingers tickled across her breasts and his mouth dropped to her pussy. He lapped at the outer folds and then used two fingers to spread them to lick at the pink insides. “Mmm, you taste so good.” His tongue dragged up to her clit and suckled at it like he did at her nipple, and Sarah writhed on the bed. She felt herself teetering on the edge that she’d been on all night, and with one powerful suck she gasped and fell over it, grinding down on Trey’s face.
Sarah felt Trey’s rigid length against her thigh and instead of the swell of anger she expected, she felt another surge of desire. “Fuck me, Trey.” It had been so long since she and Cam had done anything other than missionary, and even then Sarah had to finish herself off more often than not. She wanted to get fucked, even if it was by an asshole like Trey.
“Oh, does my ticklish little girl want to get fucked?” Trey swirled his fingers around her over-sensitive clit and Sarah seized and made a guttural sound. “Then beg for it.”
Sarah glared. “What do you want me to say?”
“You know, I’ve been doing a lot of work today. I want to see how pretty you beg when I don’t have to feed you lines.” Trey sat back on his heels. “I can tickle your feet until you think of something if you really want motivation.”
Sarah wished her arms were free so she could scratch his eyes out. “Please…”
“Master Trey,” Trey volunteered.
“Please, Master Trey, please fuck me, please fuck me, I want your dick,” Sarah begged. “I want to get fucked by you… Master Trey.”
Trey laughed. “Well when you ask that nicely.” Trey stripped out of his boxers and Sarah felt like drooling when she saw how big he was. She was so wet he slid into her easily and they both moaned. “You’re so wet for me, so desperate.” Trey fucked into her pussy, and his fingers danced up her sides and into her armpits. She squealed and burst into laughter, trying to squirm away and shove down on Trey’s dick as he thrust into her at the same time.
“No tihickling!” Sarah begged.
“Couldn’t resist,” Trey gave her sides one more poke before his fingers went to stroke her clit instead. “You’re going to have to be so much obedient when you’re my toy, you know.” He held her thighs down and snapped his hips into her.
Sarah felt guilty enjoying any second of this when she had Cam coming home to her in a few days, but Trey’s cock was larger and reached deeper inside her than her husband ever did. Before she knew it, she was reaching another climax. Trey’s usual smirk was intermixed with pure lust and with a grunt she felt his dick spasm inside her. His fingers squeezed her clit tightly and Sarah moaned and felt her second orgasm wash over her.
Trey smiled down at her like a cat who got the canary. “Did you know that people are significantly more ticklish after they orgasm?”
Sarah shook her head frantically. “No, no, you said no more!”
Trey let out a breathy laugh. “You’re right, you promised to be mine whenever I wanted and so tonight, no more tickling. But you and I have plenty more nights together to look forward to, and there won’t be anything you can say to stop the tickling.”
“Let me up from the bed,” Sarah snapped.
“Fine, fine.” Trey went to untie her bonds, tickling under her arms lightly before releasing the ones around her wrists. He went to undo her ankle ropes but Sarah shoved him away and undid them herself before Trey could tickle her feet.
“I hate you,” Sarah announced.
“Like I said, it’s my favorite thing about you. There’s nothing more exhilarating than having someone who hates you beg you to fuck them.” Trey grinned at her in a predatory way. “And if you think at all about not coming over when I call…” He lifted his wrist and pressed a button on his watch. Sarah heard her own voice come out, a little bit tinny, “’I submit… Master Trey, and will be yours whenever you ask. Now pretty please, Master Trey, make me cum’.”
Sarah gaped. “What the fuck?”
“You know the best part? Cam bought me this smart watch. Kind of ironic that I used it to ensure his wife follows through on her commitment to me. Hopefully the recording doesn’t find its way to him, or your boss, or parents, or god knows who else.” Trey squeezed Sarah’s knee. “You’re mine, Sarah.”
“I hope you burn in hell.”
Trey circled her the soft bud at the tip of her pussy with a nail. “Keep that fire up, Sarah. We’ve got plenty more nights for me to douse it.”
