Danny was panting, his head tipped backwards. His voice was hoarse from moaning, his ass chaffed from rubbing against the chair. He couldn't say exactly how long he'd been confined, maybe a little over thirty minutes. One kind of loses track of time when your psycho girlfriend if sucking you off. Sighing again, in irritation, he glanced down at Montana. She was on her knees, cheek resting against his thigh. Her eyes had a great deal amusement in them, most likely laughing at his suffering.

Apparently his Montana was into kinky things, and very good at hiding it. Some time ago, she purchased a cock ring, though how and where he still didn't' know. She was currently using that horrid little thing on him right now. So, for the past THIRTY MINUTES she has been teasing him, putting chocolate whipped cream all over his chest before slowly licking it all off.

She spread the chocolate frosting across his thighs, then nipped and sucked it off. That was bad, when she kept skirting around his hard member to get at the frosting. But if that was bad, what she did next was pure torture. First, she slipped on that stupid ring, and then she evenly coated his cock with warm chocolate syrup, from base to tip.

She then took her sweet, sweet time licking him clean. He came- or at least he would he come had the small ring not prevented it. He was thrusting into her mouth, he twitched and then, nothing. No final groan, no spurting come, no relieving release, just the soft pop of Lindsay's mouth coming off of him.

He had begged- oh had he begged. Danny whimpered, begged and pleaded with her to take it off, but she wouldn't relent. He had reduced himself to saying things that lowered both his status as a man, as well as the dominant one it the relationship. And he didn't even care. He just wanted the painful pressure on his cock to go away, and he'd do or say anything to get it off.

He heard the beep of the microwave go off, and he groaned in distress. Danny felt another nip at his thigh before Lindsay stood to retrieve the now warmed syrup. "Please Mon- Lindsay! I can't take it anymore! Just finish it, ple-""Shut it Messer. I remember correctly, I was in your position two days ago, and yet you went for all night long. Why should I stop now?"

"Aww, come on Lindsay! At least you were coming all night long! I would be fine if that was your plan, but look at him!" Danny briefly nodded down towards his self proclaimed 'Little Messer'. "He's nearing purple! If you keep this up much longer Linds, I'll explode!"

"Yes, you might." Her face looked almost thoughtful, as if considering his plea. "Then again, that might be the only way to teach you to keep it in your pants." Danny rolled his eyes at this, but at least he was postponing his torture event. "Oh please Montana, you know you like everything we do to you." Bad idea. He shouldn't have gotten so confident.

Smirking, Lindsay once again kneeled in front of him, warmed syrup drizzling over his purplish swollen cock. "I told you Messer, its Lindsay, not Montana. And don't worry; I'm almost out of chocolate syrup." Danny let out a sigh of relief. "All though, I suppose I could always go to maple syrup, or just use the rest of my chocolate ingredients." Danny groaned, Lindsay smirked.

Lowering her head, she engulfed the tip of his member. Slowly, Lindsay began bobbing her head, half aiming to taste the chocolate, half aiming to mercilessly tease him. And she definitely succeeded in the teasing part. Both Danny's eyes and head were rolled back, mouth wide opening, moaning. He weakly thrust into her warm, wet mouth, jerking at the slight slide of her teeth against him. She moaned softly; tongue circling around his head, and then lightly dipping into the slit.

Danny jerked forward, his eyes clenching shut. "Lindsayyyyy!" he groaned as her tongue licked the bottom of his shaft. He could practically feel himself pulsing in her mouth, he was just so desperate. She pulled her mouth off of him with a slight popping sound, and then looked up at him. "I'll go get the frosting." She stood, walking away from him.

"I love you. I love you so much Lindsay, please, just- please" he voice whispered. Lindsay had stopped mid-step. She turned to look at him, and then smiled. "Hmm, ok Messer. I think I've had my fill of sweets." Danny managed to look up at her, expecting a 'just kidding', though it never came. "Oh, please tell me you're not just going to leave me here." His said, terrified at the idea. "No silly, of course I wouldn't do that." She was in front of him again, gently running a hand through his hair. "However, I do want one more thing from you."

Danny gulped aloud at this. He didn't know how much more he could give. She smiled in response, casually drifting away. "You would have come three times by now, had I let you. And yet, here I am, still unsatisfied." He quickly tried to piece just what she might be thinking, but his thought process stopped when she reached behind her.

She was still wearing the alluring lingerie that had distracted him and got him onto this position in the first place. Though, she did look deliciously good in it, she looked better without it, and apparently she thought that too. Her arm was behind her, her chest puffing out in an effort to reach the stubborn clip that held the bra against her. SNAP.

The bra fell to the ground. Lindsay perky breasts were no longer confined in the too tight material, and she rubbed them slightly at the feel of their freedom. The gesture might have been accidental, but Danny straining cock gave another twitch. "Lindsay!" This was so unfair! Why couldn't that be his hands on her?

She grinned at him, realizing her effect. She then turned so that her back faced him, and SLOWLY slipped her panties down her legs. She had bent over as well, lowering them until they hit the floor. In her naked glory, and ignoring the taunting voice that said she was naked in the presence of someone else and she cover herself up, she leaned against the wall.

Danny's eyes shamelessly roamed her petite figure, his hands fighting against the handcuffs that had probably already left bruises on his wrists. He wanted to touch, but when he voiced this out loud, Lindsay only laughed. "And have you handcuff me to the chair? No thanks, I'm good." Lindsay straddled his body, and Danny suddenly had an idea of what she wanted. "Lindsay please, I can't." "Yes you can Danny. I would take it off now, but you'd come before you were even half way in me. You'll just have to hold out."

He had his mouth open, ready to defend himself, but Lindsay would have none of it. She smashed her lips against his, her tongue seeking out his own. He could identify the taste in her mouth as chocolate, as well as the intoxicating flavor that was Lindsay. He also tasted something else, more than likely his fluid, and the thought made him flinch. Tasting yourself was kind of gross, if you really think about it.

Lindsay lifted her herself over him, and he felt the very tip of his member brush against her warm center. His eyes met hers pleadingly, and her eyes were almost apologetic. She sunk down on him, both groaning at the feel. Getting her breath back, she dared to look at Danny. His face looked like he was in pain, and she supposed he was. That look was almost enough for her to get off of him. Almost.

"Just move Lindsay, do whatever makes you feel good." She nodded at his words, and then began rocking herself back and forth on him. She moaned loudly, he was just so thick. Danny, however, felt a slightly stinging sensation at the base of his shaft. He stubbornly tried to push it aside, focusing on Lindsay warmth.

He stared rocking as well, eagerly thrusting up into her. "Lindsay, un-cuff me." At first, he wasn't sure she heard him, she already looked half gone. But she managed to reach behind him towards the table. Without pausing her wild bouncing, her arms returned to his, and Danny felt a slight tugging on his wrists. CLICK.

He moved fast, grabbing her hips to still her. He then stood up from his chair and slammed her down on the table. She made a slight hissing sound at the hard surface slapping against her back, but then Danny was moving again, and the pain was forgotten. He moving fast and hard, pounding her into the table mindlessly. His eyes opened to watch her come, her eyes wide and her back arched.

Finally, she couldn't hold it back any more. She became unbelievably tight around him, the loud scream of his name most likely echoing throughout his entire apartment complex. She shuddered twice, and then went limp on the table.

Danny yanked himself out of her, and then ripped off his personal torture device. He came harder than Lindsay did, spurting all over the table. Once he was completely drained empty, he collapsed on top of Lindsay, both beyond spent.

They laid there for a little while, and then switched positions. Already half asleep, Danny tiredly ran his fingers through Lindsay's tangled hair. She kissed the spot over his heart, sighing softly. She was the first to break the comfortable silence.

"I'm sorry; I'm usually not so…" her voice trailed off trying to find the right word. "Demanding? Psychotic? Horny?" She rested her chin on his chest, wide smile spreading across her lips. "Yeah, those. Are you ok?" Danny chuckled, cupped her face between his rough hands. "Yes Montana, I'm perfect. I did start this after all. Guess I didn't think you could do kinky THAT well."

Both laughed quietly, content in each other's silence. "You know Danny, I'm sure your bed would be a lot more comfortable against your back than a table would." He laughed out loud then; the vibrations rumbling against Lindsay caused her to laugh as well. "Hang on Montana." He rose from the table, arms wrapped securely around her. Her legs wrapped around him as well, and she rested her head against his shoulder.

They settled against the bed, Danny spooning Lindsay in his arms. Both murmured quiet good night's and I love you's.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Danny's eyes flung open, Lindsay's head shot upwards. Who was knocking on the door?

"Hey! There are other people trying to sleep here! Keep it quiet you stupid teenagers!"