He was reading a book.

I cannot tell you how sexy he is when he reads. It's the glasses that do it to me. Every time.

He's sexy as hell anyway. All blond hair, high cheekbones, and deep, soft voice. Gorgeously clear and expressive blue eyes. Graceful, honest, smart.

He's beautiful.

And with glasses he's even more appealing. Glasses add a tangible element of intelligence. That's very, very sexy to me. It just pushes my buttons in a way I can't explain. I mean, he's incredibly smart anyway. I know that. The glasses just…do it for me.

This time, they pushed my dominant button. With his head bowed, the serious look of concentration on his face, the way the light reflected off his hair… he just looked so…ready to be taken. That was it. Like he was teasing me with this, although I knew he wasn't.

Sergei's not a fan of my domination games. But he brings it out in me in a way no one ever has before.

I watch him read for awhile. A small cowlick hangs over his forehead. A deep frown alternates with raised eyebrows as he scans the material. He's totally absorbed. It's another thing about him that turns me on. He gets involved in whatever he's doing. Whether it be a book or a game or my domination.

Before I realize it, I'm moving. I approach him from behind. He's so engrossed he doesn't even hear me approach. I watch him over the chair back for a moment before entwining my fingers in is soft, fine hair.

His only reaction is to raise his eyes from his book - The Three Musketeers. My fingers tightened in his hair. He winced a bit but still made no move, no sound. Waiting.

But I just stood there, my hand wrapped tightly in his hair.

Finally he couldn't take it any longer.

"….Maggie…?" I had to close my eyes at the sound of his voice. See, I've never actually done anything to him while he was wearing his glasses. Well, except stare. I don't know if he knew how I felt about it. He would know within the next five minutes.

I yank his head back and whisper in his ear. "You are so fucking hot when you read."

He groans softly when I nibble his neck. "When I… read?" he gasps.

His confusion delights me. He has no idea!

"Mmmm hmmm…"

Sergei's gripping the edges of his book now. Gently, trying not to wrinkle it.

I move around front, moving my hands from his hair to his collar. "Stand up." He begins to move. "Don't lose your page," I order and he looks at me quizzically for a moment. His gaze goes from me to the book and back. I hold his eyes. He breaks contact, looking down.

A surge of arousal passes over me.

He finds a bookmark and places the book in the chair.

I gaze at him as he stands awkwardly in front of me. He fidgets. I stare. For minutes. He's pretty nervous and doesn't know what to do. He can see I'm in a mood so he doesn't want to piss me off. But he's confused as all hell. It's killing him to know what brought me to this state. I was a doting girlfriend not ten minutes ago. The drastic change from that to this, I suppose, would be unnerving.

He can't stand not knowing.

Unconsciously his hand goes to his glasses. With a fierceness that surprises us both I grip his arm. "Don't," I command. I mean it. He can see it right away. "Not the glasses." I stare at him some more and he stares back, a little wide-eyed. "Take off your pants."

Even though he knows the mood I'm in he can't help himself. "My pants? Maggie, what -"

Before he can finish, I bring my hand up and slap him across his left cheek. Harder than usual. His glasses slip a bit. Jesus, he's so hot.

And not really into this tonight.

Well, too bad. I am. He's just going to have to get into it.

"Fix your glasses and take your goddamn pants off like I told you." My voice is sharp. I know it's hard for him to just step into my fantasies. In fairness to him, my mood came on rather suddenly. Usually, I warm up and give him time to adjust. I resolve to relent a bit. Later.

Hesitantly, he unbuttons and steps out of his trousers. He's left in only a button-down shirt, his skivvies, socks, and his glasses. Standing there like a little boy lost. So. Fucking. Hot.

I appraise him critically. He's staring right at me. I glare and he drops his gaze at once. Good boy. God, he makes me so hot.

"Put your hands behind your back," I demand, suddenly thinking what I'm going to do with him.

He obeys, still hesitantly, but faster now.

"Stay there. Don't move." I zoom up the stairs. This wave of desire came upon me so suddenly I wasn't prepared at all! I rush to my toy closet.

Handcuffs…no, too cold. Rope….no, too harsh. Twine….no, too thin. Leather…ahhh, just right. I grin then impulsively grab the twine as well. And a cockring. I rush back downstairs.

Sergei has not moved an inch. He's into it now.

"Close your eyes."

I set my toys down on the table, picking up only the cockring. Standing behind Sergei, I run my fingers under the waistband of his boxer-briefs teasingly. Then I yank them down without warning. Sergei jumps a bit and hisses as the cool air caresses his genitals. I watch but his eyes stay closed. God, those glasses….

His fists are clenched now and he's fighting the urge to open his eyes just a hair. Enough to glean some information, what toys I brought down, etc. He doesn't though and I'm proud of him. I kiss him on his cheek before I go around and kneel in front of him.

His cock is flaccid, but hardens half way the minute I put my hands on him. He moans and his knees bend a bit. I smile, but clamp my hand around his balls. Not really that hard, but enough to make his penis flaccid again and to get a sharp yelp out of him.

Quickly, I slip the cockring on and take him full in my mouth. His groan nearly makes me come. It's one of equal parts frustration (from the cockring - he knows he won't be coming for awhile with that on), and pleasure.

Once I've gotten him hard enough, I get to my feet. His back is arched from my touch, forcing his cock out more, and his mouth is open in arousal. His eyes are still closed. So hot.

"Kneel." It comes out as a rough whisper.

It takes him a moment to obey and he does so stiffly, uncertainly.

I throw the leather manacles in front of him. "Put these on. Behind your back."

He looks up at me through his glasses, and his persecuted look almost does me in. "Maggie." His voice is hoarse and I want to fuck him right there. "What…why now?" He struggles to get the words out, his eyes wide and pleading. Innocent.

I don't even realize that my hands are in his hair, my crotch in his face. I hear him moan and I nearly grind myself into his face. I know he can tell how aroused I am even through the heavy sweat pants. Those have to come off, I decide. Right now. I retreat, breathing hard and slowly strip tease for him.

I love how he looks at me when I do this. Such naked wanton desire. How his cock oozes and throbs when I do this. And all for me.

He knows better than to touch his cock, though. But he looks as if he may not care about the consequences at the moment, watching me. That won't do, I decide.

"Put. Your cuffs. On." It's an order and still he stares a few moments, mesmerized. He's debating if he wants to continue with this scene. I know his arousal is nearly painful now.

His mouth hangs open another few beats before he blinks and bows his head. He stares at the cuffs in his hands for a moment as if he's never seen them before. Delicately, he brings them behind his back and snaps them on. I balance myself on the arm of the couch.

Testing the mood I'm in he looks up at me for approval. I nod. Seeing I'm not going to slap him again, he tries once more to find out the answer to his question.

"Why are you doing this to me now?"

I close my eyes. His are so earnest. He looks so scholarly, tied up on his knees, cock jutting out, in his gold rimmed glasses and button down shirt. I have to swallow before I answer.

"Didn't I ever tell you it's dangerous to wear glasses around me?" I practically purr it and I can see he's confused. Par for the course tonight.

But it's so endearing.

"Dangerous? Glasses? Maggie, I - "

"Shhh," I interrupt him. "No more talking until I tell you to." I can see he's frustrated and I love it all the more. His hair has begun to cling to his forehead. Not quite sweaty, but getting there.

I pick up the twine from the table and smile seductively at him, moving my gaze pointedly downward until my eyes reach his straining, purple cock.

His eyes follow mine and then sharply glance back up at me in alarm. He knows me far too well. He whimpers deep in his throat and shakes his head.

"Nooo…please, Maggie. No. Not that. Please, Maggie."

Something about the way he says it stops me. It's not the usual begging.

It's the tone he uses when he safewords.

I pause and consider. He won't stop me yet, but he's letting me know that he thinks forcing his penis back between his legs and tying it to his hands is too far. Perhaps with the cockring that is a bit of an overkill. I drop the twine.

I can see Sergei let out his breath and sag in relief.

I decide to carry out my plan, sans twine. Lightly, clad only in my undies, I go gather up the newspaper and Sergei's book.

"Spread you legs wider, baby." I place the newspaper under him to catch any drippage. Then I lay the book on the floor in front of him. "Read to me."

He looks at me, startled for a moment.

"R-read to you?"

Endearing or not, this is getting old. "Yes. Read to me. Do you remember what page you were on?"

"Yes. 284."

I open to page 284. "Okay. Continue reading - in English. And don't you dare stop unless I tell you it's okay." He stares at me suspiciously at that, but begins reading. I know it's hard for him because he has to translate from Russian.

"'And D'Artagnan set the example…'"

When he's about halfway down the page, I lightly trail my fingertips along the underside of his engorged cock.

"'There was a loud noise and' -- ahhh! Unnnngh!"

"Keep reading, baby," I say gently as I continue stroking. Sergei is wiggling his hips, eyes squeezed shut. I know I'm smiling. But I want him to read to me while I do this to him. I don't know where I get these urges from.

"It's getting interesting now. Keep going." I'm so cruel. Softly, I run my thumb over his glans and he arches and gasps.

"Maggie! Please -" I tickle behind his balls "-ah! I can't…do…this."

"Sure you can, baby," I encourage as I grip his cock and slowly jack him from base to tip. "Just concentrate." Sergei's penis is dripping like a faucet and bouncing wildly now as he writhes under my ministrations. He's lost to the feel of my hand teasing his bound cock.

We can't have that. I reach out and slap his balls. Very lightly - I have learned the hard way it doesn't take much to hurt a guy by doing that. But the slap is hard enough that it gets his attention and he jumps.

"Ow!"

"Read, or it will be a very unpleasant night for you," I warn, squeezing his balls gently. I don't really mean it. I'm not really in a very cruel mood tonight. As soon as he reads a bit more for me I'm going to screw his brains out.

But no need for him to know that.

Bravely, he goes on, and my hand returns to it's work. Mostly jacking and tickling as before. Occasionally, I bring my thumb across his piss-slit and that interrupts him tremendously. He begs me not to do it every time, for the sensitivity is so great. And I'm really not in a very cruel mood, so I only do it a few times.

I'm getting wetter and wetter watching him concentrate so hard on his reading. It truly is a challenge. Imagine being trussed up, helpless, and masturbated, while being forced to translate a book into a foreign language out loud to the person who's masturbating you. Try and concentrate on D'Artagnan then.

Sergei does well for about five minutes. But by then he's shaking uncontrollably, hair plastered to his forehead, shirt plastered to his body, sweat and precum dripping off his balls. His penis is turning purple from the cockring and he can barely speak anymore.

Or see, because his glasses are fogging up.

And I want him. Right this instant.

I shove the book away and slide my underwear down and jump on top of him like a wild woman. We both fall backward in a heap and Sergei grunts as both he and I land on his bound arms.

"Maggie, what - "

I shut him up with a hungry, lingering, possessive kiss, my hands in his hair. He's stopped wondering. Now he just goes with the flow. I break the kiss and he whimpers from the loss of contact.

Quickly, I lower myself onto him and he nearly sobs. His cock is still constricted by the ring. But I can't wait anymore. I come quickly. I know it's cruel and Sergei truly is crying by the time I do, but he'll get his. I slump against him for a few moments, regaining my breath, listening to his whimpers. That will get me hot again in no time.

But first, I have to take care of Sergei. I pad out to the kitchen and return with some ice.

Sergei groans. "Maaaagggie. Please, don't do this to me."

"Shh, baby, I have to get the ring off, or you'll never come." I say it gently and he sniffles understanding, a tear leaking out from under his glasses. My knees go weak.

"Hurry," he asks. I nod. Oh, you better believe I'm going to hurry. I'm already ready to go again. I ice him down and he hisses through his teeth.

The ring slips off and I have him in my mouth in a second. Once again, the hiss comes through his teeth and he throws his head back. His hips piston slowly and he groans deeply. I watch him and ache. He's so beautiful. I flick my tongue along his piss-slit and he yelps. "Unnngh, Maggie…" He lifts his head. Sweat plasters his hair to his forehead and drips down his face, on his glasses. "Let me touch you…Maggie," he gasps. "Please…Let me touch you…"

Yes! my mind screams. Why didn't I think of that? I get a fistful of his shirt and yank him to a sitting position, struggling with the leather manacles. Jesus Christ, who the hell invented these damn clasps??? I finally rip them off and Sergei's hands are all over me, sending me quickly soaring to climax. His mouth is all over mine, much more gently than mine was on his, but just as insistently.

I position myself over him and we both groan as he enters me. Neither of us will last long.

My hands are still in his hair, but caressing this time. All of my dominance has melted away. I just want to make passionate love to this gorgeous, elegant man.

We speed up the closer we get, and in no time we both crash over the edge. His triggers mine and we lay spent across the newspapers and carpeting for what seems like forever. I snuggle next to him and wait for our breathing to calm down.

"I think I should buy more glasses. Do you like rectangle ones, too? I saw some I liked in the doctor's office."

I burst out laughing and poke him in the ribs. "Don't tease about something like that! It's dangerous, I'm telling you."

I can hear the smile in his voice when he answers, "I live for danger," and I giggle again and hug him closer.

Hmmm, rectangle…

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