Day 4: Experimentation/Overstimulation

  You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, too engrossed with the manhwa you were reading to notice Artem approaching you.

"Rosa, have you–" Artem’s question gets cut off by your own startled scream as you fumble to try to exit out of the incriminating screen, but in your blind panic, you drop your phone on the ground.

  The phone lands onto the ground facing upwards, exposing what you were reading to Artem. You scramble to pick it back up before Artem does, but he was closer, and thus, one step faster.

  You watch Artem’s eyebrows raise as he looks at the image on your phone. You didn’t know how he would react, but you certainly didn't expect how he chuckled in slight amusement as he hands the phone back at you.

"I didn't know you were into such things," Artem replies casually, but it was enough to make you blush fiercely.

"K–Kiki recommended it to me. I didn't know it would turn out like this," You defended yourself, using Kiki as an excuse, but somehow, you feel Artem doesn’t buy your lie.

  Artem hums as he plops down on the couch with you. "But would you like to attempt what was drawn in the manhwa?"

  A flush rises to your ears.

"Yes," You replied.

  That was a week ago. Since then, you haven’t had the time to bring it up, so you came to the conclusion that Artem probably forgot this stupid little interaction.

  Jokes on you, Artem never forgets anything when it comes to you.

  You nearly choke on your rice as Artem somehow thinks it's a good time to bring it up again, during dinner. You hastily wipe at your mouth, thinking that maybe this was a bad attempt at a joke, but judging by the look in his eyes, he was not kidding.

"Would you like to try it today?" Artem asks you while he puts a piece of chicken into your bowl.

  How he had could talk about this during a meal, you had no idea.

  You tried your best to swallow the big mouthful of rice you had, nodding as you took a bite of broccoli. "Yeah, s–sure." You muttered between chews.

  Artem chuckles as he refills your glass of water. "Calm down sweetheart, you might choke. No need to get ahead of yourself."

  You stop your chewing to look at him. Artem chuckles lightly again, resting his head on his hand as he reaches out to gently wipe away a grain of rice on your chin, then pulling his hand back towards himself to lick at his finger.

"Tonight, you can do anything to me," He whispers, before breaking into a small, yet loving smile.

  You swallow harshly. Suddenly, the night couldn't come fast enough.

  The night started like any other loving making session. Fervent kisses, rough handling of each other and moans of each other’s names.

  Artem carried you to the bedroom, mouth never breaking yours as he somehow stumbled onto the bed without bumping into anything.

  You suddenly pulled away as you pressed a palm against his chest, pushing him so he leans against the headboard.

  You looked into his eyes. Rolling and crashing waves of passion, love and lust that had you entranced in a spell, threatening to swallow you whole at how raw emotions consume you, body and soul.

  You sighed as you cupped gently at his chin, pressing soft and fleeting kisses from his forehead to his nose, then finally, to his lips. Artem's hands hold securely at your thighs, looking eagerly at you.

  First, were the handcuffs. You had Artem put his hands behind his back, then you secured the handcuffs on with a satisfying click.

  You took out a piece of cloth that you had already prepared, feeling the soft material under your thumb as your gaze flickers up back to Artem. It was a bit of a shame, but you slowly held the cloth up to his eyes, covering them and tying a secure knot at the back.

"Not too tight?" You asked. Artem shakes his head.

  You waved a hand in front of his face, and got no reaction. You smiled to yourself. He can’t see anything at all.

  And this is where the fun begins.

  You moved carefully around the bed, trying to keep your movements quiet as you leaned into Artem’s ear.

"How does it feel?" You whisper into his ear, and he flinches slightly, already struggling a little in his cuffs as his breathing gets heavier.

"Already a little unbearable, considering I can't touch or see you," Artem answers, already slightly out of breath.

  You slowly start experimenting, with a light touch across his chest, slowly trailing down his pecs, cupping the swell of muscle as you give a careful flick of his nipple.

  Artem never seemed to get much of a reaction when having his chest played, but today was a completely different story.

  Artem lets out a small, yet very audible whine, and his back arches slightly off the headboard, toes already curled just from a slight touch.

  Even Artem seems to be confused by how sensitive he's gotten by a simple blindfold, but he looks in the direction of you, as if pleading you not to continue."...No, don't–!" He gets cut off by his own sharp gasp as you flicked at his nipple again.

  You smiled mischievously as you took the hardeneding bud in between your fingers, rolling and pulling slightly as you enjoyed Artem's writhing from just getting his chest touched.

  To make matters worse, you placed another hand on his chest, making its presence known to him as you slowly trailed your palm downwards, dragging your nails across his abs, feeling each swell of muscles, how they tightened and shiver under your touch, how he whined helplessly.

  Your fingers caught onto the hem of his underwear, a finger hooking under it, pulling it back and releasing, letting the band snap against skin, making him let out a sharp hiss as his back arches off the bed again.

  You continue toying with him, hand reaching down to palm him through the thin piece of fabric, while the other continues to play at his chest.

  A string of incoherent whines and mumbles fall from Artem's mouth like a waterfall, the metallic clanging of his useless struggle against his handcuffs, and how his back arches deliciously off the bed, begging for more contact, begging you to give him more.

  Your hand moved to play with his other nipple, and you continued to savor your moment of power as you palmed him through his pants, outlining the size of his cock with a  finger.

  Artem's moans got louder and louder as he began struggling more violently, unable to keep still. You notice how the inside of his thigh shivered, and the dark stain that coated his underwear, both a telltale sign of his soon release.

  And as his chest heaves harder and faster, his moans of your name getting louder and louder, how his thigh practically spasm as he almost comes–

  But you stop entirely. You take your hands off his body, and Artem groans loudly, his body immediately slumping in defeat, his loud moans now reduced to a quiet sob.

"You know that’s not how this works," You whispered sweetly into his ear, licking along the shell of it and biting lightly onto his earlobe, enjoying how he once again whines at your lack of touch. "You're a big boy aren't you? Use your mouth to tell me what you want."

"Please… let me…" Artem tries to form a sentence, but you put a hand on the inside of his thigh, trailing up back towards his underwear, finally pulling it down and releasing him.

  Artem groans as his cock springs out and falls back onto his stomach, painting a messy streak of precome against his abs, glistening under the sensual yellow light of your bedroom.

  You took him into your hand, planting a firm grip on the base of his cock as you leaned down over it, spitting directly on the top of it as you gave a few lenient pumps, letting your spit slick all over him.
 
  Artem's hips immediately try to snap into your tight fist, but you just tighten your grip on his cock, shaking your head.

  You clicked your tongue. "Wrong move, dearest."

  You grinned as you pumped your hand up and down his cock, hearing the confused noise Artem made as you didn't punish him after you said what you said, yet still continued on with your languid pumps, feeling every throb and twitch as Artem continues to moan, struggling to keep his hips still.

  You smiled, revelling in all the sweet noises you managed to coax out of your lover. He's become like putty under your touch, melting as he moans again and again as you rub your thumb over the head of his cock.

  The punishment soon hits Artem when he realises the anguishing, tortuous pace you've set, you slowly yet tenderly pump your hand, but it's clear you have no intention of letting him come.

"Please… Rosa…" Artem pleads yet again, but it falls on deaf ears.

  You smiled at him, though he knew he couldn't see it. "That's not right, and you know it." You said in an intentionally overly sweet and innocent tone.

  Artem whines desperately again, hips bucking to get closer to his release. But the firm grip on his cock does not budge one bit.

"You're a smart boy, you can figure it out. I'll wait as long as it takes," You replied, giving yet another lazy stroke to his cock.

  Maybe you were being cruel, but you were enjoying this too much to stop. Artem’s done this exact thing to you before, edging you again and again, bringing you so close yet never pushing you over, leaving you a whimpering pathetic mess. Now, you could do the same to him, and oh, does revenge feel sweet.

  Artem tries to form a sentence, but you always cut him off before he could finish, either with a squeeze of his balls, a small kitten lick along the head of his cock, either making him whine before he can get his words out or making him lean his head back with his mouth gaping out, but no words forming.

  You're not sure how long this has been going on. You've brought him so, so close to the edge so many times, but you've also ripped him away from the pleasure of ecstasy so many times.

  At this point, Artem’s cock is red and leaking, so hard that the slightest breeze is enough to make him whimper, his moans before turning into pathetic sobs, body entirely covered in a thin sheen of sweat as you notice tears that roll down his cheeks, the small and meek whimpers that make him seem helpless.

  You sighed, using a hand to move some of his hair clung with his sweaty forehead, moving downward to gently caress his cheek. You start moving your hand up his cock again, and his hips once again thrust into your hand, and this time, you let him. You let him rut into the palm of your hand while you pumped on his cock, and soon enough, Artem was wailing.

  Begging for his release, begging you not to take it away from him. You smiled, you weren’t cruel like that. Artem had behaved well enough, and you supposed he had earned his reward. You rubbed a thumb over the slit on the head of his cock as you leaned in close to his ear, as you whispered. "Good job, love." And just like that, Artem came without a warning, his hips jerked uncontrollably forward into your hand.

  You could feel his entire body trembling, his entire body arched on the headboard, his toes curled, his chest heaving heavily as you didn’t relent your grip, milking every single drop of his orgasm until the only noises that come from that filthy mouth was a high-pitched, broken moan of your name.

  When his orgasm finally came to a halt, he collapsed back onto the bed, catching his breath. You crash next to him, though you didn't do much, you felt thoroughly exerted as well. You run your hands over his chest, spread his come over the grooves of his abs as Artem’s breath slowly begins to even out.

"...Rosa?" Came a small whimper from Artem.

"Yeah?" You mumbled, snuggling up close to him.

"We should do that more in the future," Artem says, completely deadpan. "But first… can you get the cuffs and blindfold off? I want to see and touch you…" You feel him trying to get closer to you, but due to his hands getting cuffed behind his back, it looks more like a worm trying to wiggle his way towards you.

  You couldn't help but chuckle at the silly sight and you immediately pounced back onto Artem, sneaking a kiss onto his cheek, then slowly pulling the blindfold off his head, revealing his eyes once more. You smiled up to him, and you see his pupils constrict at the bright light of the room, though he looks quite dazed, he returns a tired yet content smile back.

  You reach into the pocket of your sweatpants to find the key, only to find it empty. Huh. You tried not to convey your panic about losing the key to Artem’s cuffs. It must be on the bedside table. You looked towards the table, only to find nothing there.

  You no longer hide your horror, as you clambered off Artem’s chest while you searched the drawers and the floors, while Artem watched.

  You came up empty-handed and you looked back at Artem, who had already probably guessed what had happened.

"Rosa…where did you put the key?" He asked, his face a furious red. You could already imagine. Esteemed senior attorney Artem Wing going to the ER due to the terrible accident in the bedroom.

  You spend the rest of the night learning how to lockpick. So much for experimenting with something new.

Note: I know it's been a while, and it's also not October, but better late than never right