Geena Loves Mike – Study Break

Her core was pounding before she even finished her thought. The idea had struck her like a whip and sent a shiver of excitement through her body. Geena let the book fall from her hand and onto the table, losing her place in it, but that didn’t bother her; she had more important things to do. And off she went to the next room where her boyfriend was watching television instead of studying. Tsk, tsk.

“Shouldn’t you be studying?” It was clear from her tone that Geena meant this to be playful and not nagging.

“I will soon,” Mike replied, somewhat sheepishly.

“Can you at least help me study?” Geena asked, a lilt of innocence to her voice. Images of Mike pleasing her as motivation to keep her studying flashed through her mind and made her knees weak.

It was clear from the way Mike’s eyebrows twitched that he wasn’t sure if she really wanted help, or… something else. Since when does Geena need help studying anyway? He turned the television off, always obedient. “Yeah of course.” Geena simply beckoned him back to her room where her textbook and notebooks sat splayed open on the bed — alongside the various ropes and clamps and vibrators strewn around the room, not yet packed away from their session the night before. Mike’s eyes lingered on them, and the lustful tension radiating from his body was enough to signal to Geena that she can pounce.

The domme whirled around and placed her hands on Mike’s shoulders, pushing him down — not a shove, but a firm guidance, her body telling him she wants him on his knees. A flicker of understanding and excitement crossed Mike’s face and he tilted his chin upward toward her, already — always — giving her his everything.

She combed her fingers through his hair, delighting in the familiar and comforting sensation. Mike rolled into her gentle touch. She could practically hear him purring. “You’re such a good boy. Always so helpful.” She tugged a bit harder, just enough to get Mike to slightly rise up from his knees, following her hand. The already pulsing part of her stirred again, wetness already beginning to pool. “Always so eager to do what I say.” He blinked up at her, so Geena gave him a small tug again. “Right?”

“Right,” Mike echoed breathlessly. It is now that she notices the flush on his cheeks. It is so simple to excite him, but so rewarding every time.

Geena pressed her bare foot forward until it rested ever so gently on the front of Mike’s pants. It only took a few soft rubs to feel his cock stiffen, unfailingly eager. Eager and so easily stimulated – it made him the best toy. She continued to slide her foot over his cock, with hardly any pressure, wanting to give Mike just a tantalizing amount of friction, wanting to make him ache for more.

He bucked his hips up, and as much as Mike losing control made Geena ache, she had to press her foot down on his thigh now, signaling him to stay still. “You know better, baby. Stay still.” He nodded, and she smiled. He was so handsome when he smiled.

With a firmer grip on his hair, now, Geena tugged Mike’s head forward, pressing his mouth to the front of her clothed cunt. He moaned simply from being used, and from getting to be this close to her, and his sound of pleasure made her even wetter. Mike stuck his tongue out and began to lap at her over her shorts, burying deep enough to taste the wet spot that had formed from her center. Geena shuddered, taking in the pleasure before pulling him gently away.

Standing up straight, Geena waved her finger at him in the wordless signal they have developed that means strip. And he did, immediately, while Geena set up the bed, monologuing like a supervillain.

“My problem with studying is that I just get so distracted. I didn’t even want to take this class. And really, how am I supposed to focus on studying knowing that you are in the next room?” Now that he was fully undressed, Geena merely had to pat the bed and Mike knew what to do. “On your stomach this time,” she instructed, and he obeyed, like always.

She had picked up the rope strewn across the floor and began to tie up her partner. The knots came easy to her, second nature now. And for Mike, this process never seemed to get old. The silken rope against his skin made him twitch, body both excited for and afraid of the restriction that was to come. Satisfied with her hogtie, she gave Mike a quick, satisfied spank, making the man jump.

“Finally, I can get back to studying.” And she hopped onto the bed, laying on her stomach. Legs spread, she backed her ass up until she felt her boyfriend’s head snugly between her thighs, and Geena sighed, rolling her hips back onto his face.

As soon as Mike felt Geena’s flesh against his face, he opened his mouth, flattened tongue sticking out and ready to please her. And that is exactly what he did. He started sucking at her immediately, wet lips meeting wet lips. He took her folds between his lips, sucking on her, massaging her, lapping her up. Any inch of her that his tongue could reach, he indulged himself with. The thickness of her thighs and ass were so soft, so warm, but suffocating; she was so close to him that he could hardly breathe. That was nothing new, though. Geena owned his breath.

Ironically, having Mike’s face between her legs did help her focus… for about two minutes. By then the blood had left her brain and rushed to her core, warm, pulsing. Geena sighed quietly, hips pushing back onto his face, but her brow furrowed. Focus. And she did the best she could, reminding herself that it wasn’t a race. Mike would stay where he is, pleasuring her, for as long as she wanted, like the good sub that he is.

Arching her back down, Geena pressed her hips up to Mike’s mouth, and Mike indulged her with a sloppy moan. She tingled all over, breath escaping her, eyelids fluttering. No. Focus. And she forced her eyes back to the book, straining. The letters blurred, illegible and meaningless. Focus. She managed to read a few more lines before the mattress started creaking with a pattern she knew very well: Mike was rutting against the mattress.

He was tied up, stripped of his autonomy, and used as a pleasure machine. Unable to move, or speak, or breathe, Mike was acutely aware that his purpose was to please Geena, massage her cunt, make her warm (and help her study?). So aroused by his subservience, the pulsing of his cock had become unbearable, and he began to squirm. And as much as knowing how desperate and how good Mike felt excited her, Geena could not allow this behavior to continue.

“Stay still,” she cautioned, and Mike stopped, with only a tiny whine from his throat signaling desperate suffering. Her head was even more blurred than the words on the page, now, but still Geena tried to study. If anything, continuing to study made her feel even more dominant, drawing out Mike’s suffering. It was a game of chicken, now, really — who would break first, the paralyzed sub drowning in lust and unable to please himself, or the domme desperately trying to keep her cool while getting face fucked by her lover? She was acutely aware of every movement of his tongue on her, body alight, electric, pulsing in rhythm with his tongue. It was becoming too much.

After another few minutes of trying and failing to read, Geena finally shoved the book away. In a way, she was admitting defeat, that Mike’s pleasure overcame her will. But who could blame her?

She hadn’t realized her legs were shaking until she attempted to move. Moving back and releasing Mike’s head from the cushiony prison of her soft thighs, Geena flipped onto her back. Mike’s face was bright red and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His eyes were clouded with lust, so much so that Geena could tell he was hardly lucid. All she did was tie him up and force him to please her, and yet he was so fucked out. She was already aching from the loss of his warmth on her cunt, but now that she saw how much of a mess he was, the rest of Geena’s resolve faltered.

“Fuck, you look so sexy like that,” Geena praised, voice breathy with lust. Mike was a solid man, but Geena knew how to maneuver him by now, and pushed him onto his back. It was an uncomfortable position, Mike’s hands and ankles still tied behind his back, but that was the point. He would be positioned however Geena wanted him to be, and he would like it. And he did. There was love and excitement behind the lust in Mike’s eyes. He gazed at her not just as a sub, but as a lover, eager to experience Geena in all her glory.

As Geena straddled him, Mike’s cock twitched visibly. Its head was purple, and his balls were firm, looking as if he could bust with hardly any touch at all. Geena trailed her fingertip up his shaft with the lightest touch she could manage, delighting in how his body responded to her, without Mike’s control. “You like pleasing me that much, huh?” She danced around his frenulum, and back down. “Or do you just like being owned and used?” She smiled at him now, “Or maybe you just think studying is sexy.”

“You’re always sexy,” Mike managed, voice breathy, nearly delirious.

Geena giggled, leaning in for a kiss. “Good boy.” She added more pressure to his cock, and Mike’s brows furrowed, and his teeth clamped on his lip. Geena shuddered, and realized that this was her last straw — she couldn’t let him look like that from just her hands. She needed to watch Mike squirm and blush and moan from being fucked by her.

Cunt aching to be filled, Geena rose to her knees over him. Lube was unnecessary, she was so wet she had spilled down her thighs. Mike’s eyes widened in recognition and his lower body twitched upward, cock desperate to feel her around him. And without so much as a warning, Geena crashed her hips down onto him. The sensation of finally being filled by him made Geena moan, shamelessly indulging in him.

But Mike moaned even louder. “Fuuck,” he whined, hips thrusting upward, not wanting to be even a centimeter apart. Geena started riding him hard, and Mike huffed with every collision of their hips.

She braced herself with one hand on his chest and another on his throat — just barely touching him there, allowing him breath but reminding him how she could take it away whenever she wanted. “Good, you’re so good, you’re so good. So good for me.” Up, down, up, down, thud, creak, slam. She thrusted down onto him over and over, pressure building every moment. All her nerves were on fire, soaking in the sensations of her lover inside of her. Studying was the last thing on her mind; all she knew was Mike, Mike, Mike. “You like it, huh? You like being inside me? Shh shh. I know you do.” Another small whine left Mike’s throat, and Geena twitched. God, she was close.

Finally, Geena’s resolve cracked. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck,” she breathed. Just seeing how turned-on Mike had become from his subservience had pushed Geena nearly to the edge, but feeling him inside of her was too much. Mike’s thrusts became stronger, harder, and he tried to keep a rhythm, though his own critical pleasure made him just want to become erratic, feral. But he was a good sub; he wanted her to come first.

Whine after whine escaped him, each music to Geena’s ears, until finally, with her eyes locked on her desperate, flushed, helpless sub, Geena’s aching sex crashed down onto Mike’s hard, pounding orgasm rushing through her. Her soft thighs shook like an earthquake as aftershocks rocked her mind. With his lover so erotically enthralled by him, it was all Mike could do to not come inside of her, but he waited for her to rise before immediately spilling all over his own chest.

Side by side on the bed, Mike still tied up, they panted together. “Was I helpful?” Mike managed to breathe.

“Yes, baby. So helpful. So good.”