First Times (Neville/Luna) Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Gentle Femdom, Rope Bondage, Edging, BJ, Nipple Play, Cum Marking. 

He’d awoken to the feel of satin on his face, opening his eyes only to be greeted by darkness.

“Luna?” he called out and tried to move his hands, only to realize that they had been secured above his head, the rubbing of the rough rope against his wrists only dimly registering through his sleep-addled brain.

He had promised to let her experiment with taking control while he had massaged her sore ass the night before, and his girlfriend had evidently decided she did not wish to wait too long for her chance.

“You could have woken me up,” he said, turning his head blindly, trying to locate a shadow or any other indication that’d give away her position.

“This is so much more fun.” He turned his head in the direction of her angelic voice, instinctively realizing that she was standing by the doorway.

“Is it?” he asked, sounding amused. He shifted, the faint pressure of the ropes around his ankles letting him know his legs were bound securely in place as well. He was naked and spread-eagled, tied up, and helpless to prevent anything she wanted to do.

His cock twitched as excitement and fear flooded through him.

“At least someone is excited at the prospect,” Luna teased and he blushed, realizing that she had noticed. If he had had any doubts, they were dispelled when he felt slender fingers wrap around his half-hard cock. “You’re going to be a good boy for me today Mister Longbottom,” Luna drawled, lazily pumping his shaft with her hand, coaxing it out of its slumber.

“Yes ma’am,” Neville whispered, shivering despite the cozy warmth of their bedroom.

“Wrong,” Luna admonished, gently running the long nail of her thumb across the sensitive tip of his cock. He couldn’t help himself, he moaned loudly, the sudden jolt of pain shooting down his cock causing a trickle of precum to leak out. “Yes, Mistress Luna.”

“Yes, Mistress Luna,” Neville corrected himself, his voice hoarse. He was shaking, convinced he would be driven out of his mind with lust long before she was done playing with him.

“Good boy.” She swiped her thumb across his tip, catching the small trickle of precum. He could hear sucking as she popped her thumb in her mouth, sucking it clean. His cock twitched again, and she laughed.

“Excited, are we?” she asked, bending to kiss the tip of his cock.

“Yes, Mistress Luna.” If his heart beat any faster, he was convinced he’d have a heart attack.

“Just make sure you don’t cum without my permission honey bear. If you do, fun time is over and you go over my knee.”

“What for, Mistress Luna?” Neville asked, feigning innocence. He groaned quietly as she wrapped her hand around his shaft again, starting to pump. She didn’t keep going with the slow pace she started with originally, speeding up, taking care of his morning wood without bothering to answer his question.

He’d have repeated it to be cheeky, but he suddenly found himself unable to formulate words, simply moaning quietly. While it had been a while since she’d given him a handjob, her skills hadn’t diminished one bit, and he found himself struggling against the rope futilely, instinctively trying to reach down and get her to end his torture. “Luna,” he gasped, feeling his balls tighten, “I’m going to cum.”

He groaned miserably as her hand immediately withdrew, removing the friction he so desperately needed seconds away from the finish line.

His groan turned into a yelp of pain as she reached up, pinching and harshly twisting his right nipple with her fingers. “Mistress Luna,” she corrected, keeping his nipple twisted. “And you don’t tell me you’re going to cum honey bear. You ask for permission or you beg,” she finished, pinching and twisting his other nipple.

He flailed against his bonds as his nipples turned into red hot pinpoints of pain. “I’m sorry Mistress Luna!” He wheezed desperately. Despite the torture, his cock had never been as hard. It was throbbing painfully, begging its new mistress to return her attention to it. “It won’t happen again!”

“It better not,” she murmured, pulling her hands away. She kissed each of his stinging nipples in turn, before withdrawing to her original position. He sighed as her hand returned to his cock, starting to pump his shaft again. This time, he dutifully warned her when he was close, only to be rewarded by her pulling her hand away and another denied orgasm. He whimpered, but the punishment did not come. Instead, she silently closed her hand around his cock to repeat the process again.

Thrice she brought him to the edge of orgasm, only for it to be rudely denied. By the third time he was desperate, tears of frustration leaking from the corner of his eyes as he whimpered. “Please…” he begged after yet another denial. “Please Mistress Luna, I’ll be your good honey bear. I’ll behave, I promise,” he begged, his entire shaft slick with precum.

“Please what?” She asked, her dulcet voice easing his frustration somewhat.

“Please let me cum?” He asked, groaning softly as her hand wrapped around his engorged, sensitive penis. “Please please please,” he begged, crying out when she did not move her hand. His cry turned into a moan when she kissed her tip, slowly wrapping her lips around his cock.

“Better?” She hummed, the word muffled.

“Yes, Mistress Luna. Thank you,” he breathed, sighing as her hands shifted to grip his thighs, greedily swallowing more and more of his cock. She swirled her tongue around his veiny shaft as she started to suck, slowly bobbing her head up and down. She paused after a minute and he steeled himself, bracing for yet another denial. “Please…” he whispered, groaning as she went down on him. He whimpered as his sensitive tip hit the back of her throat, but she did not stop, swallowing his entire length. She held herself there, nose buried in his crotch for a minute, gagging and drooling around his girth.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered when she began to move again, quickly picking up the pace. He was close, her continuous teasing having destroyed any self-resolve he had left. “May I cum?” he asked, his voice hoarse. His breathing was ragged, his cock twitching as he got closer and closer to exploding. He was trying his best to hold on, but if he didn’t have an answer soon, he wouldn’t have a choice.

“Yes,” Luna replied once she had pulled herself free of his cock, a thick strand of drool still connecting its tip to her lips. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and began to pump, her other hand moving to fondle his engorged balls.

“Thank you,” he cried out as he was finally allowed the release he was so desperate for. He moaned as the powerful orgasm rocked through him, his thick cum shooting out and coating his mistress’s hand and face.

“I love you…” he whispered hoarsely. His body was limp, and he had no more strength left in his limbs.

“I love you too, honey bear,” Luna murmured, bending to kiss his tip. Her tongue swirled around it, greedily lapping up the last of his cum before she finally let go. He could feel her crawl up his body, and he blinked against the light flooding into his eyes as the blindfold covering them was pulled off. It took a minute, but his eyes finally focused on his girlfriend’s cum splattered face. He grinned, his smile matching the big one on her face.

“Did I go too far?” She asked, big blue eyes blinking worriedly.

He’d have reached out to hug her, but he was still bound, and if he hadn’t been, he was sure the experience he’d just had, had turned him into rubber.

“It was amazing,” he whispered, leaning up to kiss her cheek.

“Good,” she replied with a happy smile, wriggling down to rest her head on his chest. Her entire tiny body fit comfortably on top of him, and she began to draw patterns on his skin with the cum that smeared off her face and onto his chest.

They’d just lie there for a bit, Neville decided, closing his eyes and enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm and the familiar weight of Luna on top of him.

As far as first times went, theirs had been absolutely perfect.