Vinyl smirked at Neon as he walked into the bedroom, twirling a small metal ring around his finger. The small straps hanging from its side told her exactly what it was and the smile on her face left no doubt that she was thrilled by the prospect. The bed sank as he settled down beside her, reaching out a hand to stroke her messy, spiky, short-cropped blue hair. Vinyl leaned in closer to the caress, practically purring her approval like a contented cat.

“Ooh, Vinyl likes, huh?” Neon cooed at her. He continued his gentle ministrations, lightly scratching and massaging her scalp. Her answer was wordless, but the happy little noises she was emitting were answer enough. “C’mere, cutie,” he said as he sidled closer to her, allowing her to lean on him as he kept stroking her like an oversized pet. She had to trust him to hold her up, since the fact that her hands were bound behind her back kept her from being able to balance herself very well.

“Mmm,” Vinyl murmured. She tilted her face to peer up at Neon as he continued to run his fingers through her hair, safe and secure and more relaxed than anybody else could possibly make her.

“I’ve got something for you that I think you might want,” Neon said. He held up the metal ring he’d been twirling earlier for her inspection. “Open wide.”

Vinyl obediently opened her mouth, letting him slip the ring inside. It wedged properly behind her top teeth but Neon couldn’t wrestle it into position so that the whole thing fit inside her mouth. Vinyl grunted in discomfort as she spread her jaw as wide as it could go until it started to ache. Eventually, she had to shake her head in protest and he gave up trying to make the gag fit. “Sorry, Vinyl,” he said. “I guess it’s too big.”

She smirked at him; she couldn’t pass up such an obvious opportunity to be a smartass at Neon’s expense. “That’s something you’re not used to hearing, is it?” she asked.

“Oh, haha,” Neon countered. His attention was bent on the oversized gag; it looked like he was trying to crush it between his hands.

“What the heck are you doing?” Vinyl asked. She looked on curiously as he worked; if he was going to manhandle anything, she could think of better targets.

“It’s resizable,” Neon grunted. With a snap, the metal ring gave in and shrank to the next lowest size. “Now, let’s try that again. Open up for me.” Vinyl spread her mouth open again, and this time the gag slid perfectly and comfortably into place. “That’s a good girl.” She bowed her head as he reached around behind her to cinch the straps that held it in. “Is that okay?” he asked.

She ran her tongue around the metal circumference of the gag, testing its solidity and finding it to be in place very firmly; she certainly wasn’t going to be able to close her mouth with it in place. She could breathe just fine, though; she took several deep inhalations just to make sure. Plus, the straps that wrapped around her face weren’t so tight as to be painful. All in all, it was a very comfortable arrangement and she nodded in agreement to Neon’s question.

“Good,” Neon said. He sat back to admire his handiwork and she looked expectantly back, tongue lolling out through the open mouth that the gag forced on her and her wrists cuffed behind her back. He patted her cheek lightly, savoring the simple touch. “I think I’m gonna leave you alone for a little bit, Vinyl. To let you get . . . comfortable. How’s that sound?”

“Nnmph,” she murmured in objection. If she was going to lie all trussed up on her lover’s bed, there were better things to do than wait.

“Don’t worry,” Neon said with a reassuring pat on the head. “You know I’ll take good care of you. I won’t make you wait too long, either. I don’t want you to get bored.”

Exactly ten minutes passed before Neon returned for Vinyl. She should know; she had a clear view of the bedside clock counting off the time. The first five minutes acted like a magnifier for her frustration, driving her nuts as she seethed with wants and desires that weren’t being met. After that, though, she just kind of gave into her situation and laid down to dully watch the time pass while she waited for him to decide that she had been on tenterhooks long enough. There wasn’t anything else to do, anyways, but struggle futilely. That wouldn’t do anything but get her all hot and sweaty and wear her out before she even had any fun.

She hated waiting like this. She didn’t mind being tied up; in fact, she loved it as long as she was being played with. Just lying there helpless to do anything to take care of herself only made her hornier and needier. Of course, Neon knew that.

She perked up, however, when light footsteps announced that he had returned to tend to her. She rolled over to face him, quite intentionally trying to make herself look as inviting as possible. Neon paused, captivated by the sight she offered. Magenta eyes gazed back at him, sultry and even a touch demanding while thin tendrils of glistening saliva trickled down her chin as they escaped from the gag prying open her mouth. The delightfully firm mounds of her breasts were concealed by her shirt but they distended the fabric far enough to make it obvious that they would be immense fun to fondle.

He began walking towards Vinyl again, his movements like a stalking animal whose prey was eagerly awaiting it. The bed squeaked under his weight as he settled onto it. “You doing okay?” he asked. His question was totally nonchalant, as if he were asking an insignificant question instead of tacitly asking for permission to ravish her.

“Uhnhun,” Vinyl grunted in agreement. Then, realizing that she couldn’t really express herself verbally, she nodded her head for good measure.

“Glad to hear it,” Neon said. He slipped a hand under her tee-shirt, hiking it up just far enough to bare her stomach. His fingers trailed a slow line down her abdomen and paused at the waistband of her jeans. A swift motion of his hand unbuttoned them and drew down the zipper, letting the pink fabric of her panties peek through.

“Hrmm,” Vinyl moaned through the gag. Neon’s slight touches warmed her but, while she was grateful to finally be getting somewhere, she was still hoping he would pick up the pace a little.

“I know exactly what you want, babe” Neon said, almost as if he could read Vinyl’s mind. “I’m gonna make sure you really want to before I let you have it, though.”

She moaned plaintively, spreading her legs wider. It was her only way of communicating that she was ready right now.

“Oh, Vinyl,” Neon said lightly, like he was correcting a silly child, “I mean really”—he slipped a hand under her panties—“really”—tightened them into a knot—“really”—and pulled sharply—“want it.”

“Gaah!” Vinyl exclaimed as it dug into her. The soft fabric was like a silken knife as it rubbed against her: she knew it couldn’t hurt her, but as long as Neon kept the pressure up it felt like it was trying to slice through her. Her eyes started to sting with unshed tears of pain and he released his grip, satisfied that she had gotten the message.

“Enough of that, though,” Neon said. “I want you to go ahead and take your pants off for me.”

“Huh?” Vinyl asked. How the heck was she supposed to get them off by herself? Neon himself had tied her hands behind her.

“Hey, I unbuttoned and unzipped them for you,” Neon said. “The rest should be easy.”

Easy for him to say, maybe, she thought as she wriggled experimentally to see if she could dislodge the jeans that clung to her body. For once, her voluptuous hips worked against her; they filled her pants and kept them snug against her.

“By the way, I’m not laying another finger on you till those pants come off and I see those pretty little legs of yours,” Neon said.

Vinyl grunted in annoyance, wriggling and writhing and squirming as she fought against the fabric’s grip on her body. Getting it off her hips was the worst: every inch she dislodged them was an uphill battle against her own curves. She figured she was probably putting on quite a show for Neon, not that she minded too much. Finally, the waistband slipped past her knees and a final kick of her legs sent them flying onto the floor and she lay back, gasping triumphantly. She locked eyes with him, pleading for a reward for her success.

“Good job, Vinyl,” Neon said. He meant it too; she had worked hard to complete a difficult task. She deserved a little encouragement. “I think you’ve earned yourself a treat, sweetie. You’re gonna have to help me get you ready if you want it, though.”

“Mmk,” Vinyl grunted in agreement. She nodded her head vigorously too, lest Neon mistake her answer for anything other than “Please, please, please, yes!”

Without warning, he pulled down the panties that were nestled between her thighs. The sudden exposure made her gasp and her instinctive reaction was to close her legs. She resisted, though; that would probably just make Neon go get a spreader bar for her. She’d be fine with that, but she would prefer that he focus on “rewarding” her.

His fingertips brushed lightly against the newly-unguarded entrance to the most intimate part of her body, testing and exploring. It was warm and silky and a little bit moist. It was a good start, but not nearly good enough. “I need you to be nice and wet before you get your reward, Vinyl,” Neon said. He delicately traced the outline of her mouth with a pair of fingers, collecting the drool trickling from it.

He curled his fingers and slipped them into her mouth, swabbing around and coating them with more of her saliva. “Gahk,” Vinyl gagged at the intrusion.

“Don’t worry, I washed my hands,” Neon assured her. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, trailing saliva behind them.

“Mwaah!” Vinyl’s eyes widened as his slick fingers slid inside her, adding a thin coat of her own drool to her inner region. They fit inside her perfectly, filling her up just enough. The fact that they wiggled slightly inside her was just an extra bonus. If Neon kept this up, it would be a good “reward” in its own right.

“Almost there. You’ve just gotta help me out a little bit more,” Neon said. Vinyl worked her throat, dredging up another batch of fluid for him to take from her. She didn’t bother trying to track how many more times his fingers dipped into her mouth and then penetrated her, adding to her wetness bit by pleasant bit. Every second his fingers were inside her, her body eked out a little more lubrication of its own. Once she was glistening wet, Neon decided to take mercy on her. “You ready yet, Vinyl?”

“Uhn-huh” she managed to get out. Her eyes spoke far more eloquently, though: they practically begged him to fuck her. She wanted it so badly that it almost hurt; she felt hollow and empty inside. If she weren’t tied up, she’d be begging Neon on her hands and knees.

He leaned over her, stretching across the bed to rummage in the bedside stand. He was close enough to smell, almost to touch. She soaked in his presence for a few seconds; it took the edge off her horniness a little bit. “There it is!” he exclaimed once he found the object of its search. He leaned back and held it up for her inspection. Vinyl took in the vibrator that he had lovingly selected for her. It was a monster; thick and ridged and with a wide base to ensure a snug fit. “I choose your favorite one for you”—he smiled—“just because I’m such a nice guy.”

At least he was nice enough not to tease her any further. He slid the toy inside her slowly, letting it fill her up. She took a few deep breaths as he did, accepting the slight pain of being stretched wide in anticipation of future pleasure. Her grunts and groans spurred Neon on, urging him to continue filling her up as fast as he could without hurting his precious girl.

She closed her eyes, breathing heavily as she lost herself in what was still technically foreplay for the main event. Every single inch it slid into her was a fresh level of bliss, its ridged width held tightly in her inner walls. Neon twisted slightly as he pushed it further into her, making sure that every single inch of her hungry crevice was awakened to true desire.

“Mmm,” Vinyl moaned as the last bit slid inside her. She was full, deliciously filled up inside, and she loved it. Any second now, Neon would flip the switch and she would get what she wanted. No, what she deserved.

Neon wasn’t done playing with her yet, though. He abandoned her desperate nethers, leaning over her to nibble playfully at her neck, suckling and nuzzling. She was seriously starting to space out now, surrendering completely to his loving work. They both knew who had the dominance here, and it was proved even more when one of his hands slipped under her shirt and grabbed hold of a firm breast, kneading and massaging and eliciting another moan from her. “You make the cutest little noises,” he teased as he kept up his rough assault on her chest in counterpoint to the romantic smooches he was covering her neck with.

“MMMHmm,” Vinyl groaned in exasperation. She wanted him to turn the toy on so badly. It was the only thing that mattered to her. It was right there; it was literally already inside her. All he had to do was to flick one tiny little button. One small motion of his finger was all that she needed.

So he gave it to her.

She didn’t notice his hand move, but the vibrator hummed softly to life. On its lowest setting it was barely more than a pleasant tickle. Vinyl knew from past experience that it could take quite a while for her to get off at this speed.

Neon shifted his position slightly, so that he was straddling her thighs. He pulled her shirt up further so that both her midriff and her breasts were visible; no inconvenient bra hid her lovely curves from view. He turned the speed of the toy up just slightly, enough that its buzzing could be plainly heard over her gasps and moans. Delicately, he leaned forward and whispered, “Just let the vibe do its job, Vinyl. Just relax and enjoy it,” before he closed his mouth over one of her erect nipples.

She had no choice or desire but to obey. Her eyes drifted shut as the constant bzzz of the device nestled between its legs spread through her. It traveled down her legs, turning them into jelly, and crawled up her spine like a cold chill that struck in the heart of a volcano. Neon sucked and licked and bit at her nipples, alternating between them so that neither ever had a chance to become accustomed to or to forget the feel of his touch.

She felt the beginning of her release building up like a ribbon of fire twisting around inside her. The sensations from the toy and from Neon’s attention to her breasts spread through her body like deep bass, electrifying her nerves. The two exquisite stimuli met somewhere in the middle of her body where they mingled and danced together, playing off each other and building up to the ultimate crescendo.

It built up inside of her, like a cup that kept having water poured into it but never overflowed. Every time she thought for sure that she couldn’t take anymore she somehow did. No matter how badly her mind cried out for the inevitable moment of bliss, her body kept soaking up every ounce of pleasure and stimulation.

The need burned inside her, stabbing at her with furious desire to be set free, but the blessed moment was always delayed to the next second, and the next, and the one after that. She would be writhing now, but Neon’s weight on her legs kept her pinned in place. She settled for thrashing her head back and forth, whimpering and moaning through the gag as sweat poured down her face. He glanced up to check on her, reveling in her flushed appearance. He kept up his patient work, however, simply waiting for Vinyl’s time to come of its own accord.

Her entire body felt like a compressed spring, trembling with barely contained force. Her fingers and toes curled inward as her whole body tensed. She screamed out through the gag, a primal howl of need mixed with desperation and hunger as she straddled the razor’s edge before plummeting over. She tensed up again, tighter than before, straining sinew and muscle to the breaking point before the pressure and tension and heat inside her reached critical mass and simply exploded.

The force of it rocked her, making her spasm uncontrollably as all the raging desire she had been holding condensed into a miniature blazing sun located right in the core of her being.

It came in waves, pure ecstasy flowing through her with occasional spikes strong enough to make her wonder if the whole thing was going to start over again. The world around her started to fade to black at the edges, being erased with each flare that ravaged her.

Fire raced along her veins, ice climbed up her spine, and electricity danced in her eyes as everything simply crumbled away into an abyss and left her floating in the closest thing she knew to heaven.

Slowly, though, the spikes subsided and left her simply drowsing in a calm ocean of bliss.

She hadn’t even noticed when Neon had removed the vibrator, flicking it off and laying it aside so that he could watch her cum in peace and so that she could bask in her well-earned afterglow without disturbance. He considered shoving it back inside of her and turning it up to the max just to send her screaming headlong into another orgasm, but he decided against it. She just looked so peaceful and beautifully spent. It wasn’t like there wouldn’t be plenty of other chances to play that particular trick on his unsuspecting partner.

He brushed her matted blue bangs out of her eyes, earning him a half-lidded gaze from red orbs still hazed with pleasure. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, which won him a contended sigh. “I told you I’d take good care of you, didn’t I?” he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair, tickling her scalp.

“Mmhm,” Vinyl murmured in agreement. He had certainly kept his promise as far as she was concerned. Every muscle in her body felt like overstretched taffy and she could barely focus her eyes on the ceiling above her. Slight trickles of her own fluids dripped out of her, running down her inner thighs and leaving glistening trails. Everything felt simply perfect, as if this was exactly where she was meant to be. She let her head lay back on the pillow, chest heaving as her pounding heart and aching lungs caught up. The best part, though, was the certainty that Neon was nowhere near done with her yet.

“Well, then I have a question for you,” Neon said lightly. Vinyl just tilted her head and looked at him hazily. “Since I did something nice for you”—he held up the vibrator in illustration—“I was wondering if you think it’s fair that you do something nice for me.”

She nodded her head in a heartbeat. Neon had all but injected pure bliss straight into her veins and it was only decent that she repay him in any way she could. Just like he took care of her, he deserved to be taken care of too.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart,” Neon said with a smile. He leaned closer to her again, this time placing a kiss on her cheek. “Another question, then, but I think we should leave this one up to chance.” Vinyl looked quizzical now, so he explained. “One of your holes has already had plenty of attention,” he said with a loving pat against her slick slit that drew a sharp gasp from her. “You’ve got two more equally nice ones, though, so how about we flip a coin to decide?” She shrugged. She was perfectly fine with him using either part of her, or even both for that matter. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single coin. “Heads I fuck your mouth, tails I bend you over and use your tight little ass. Sound good to you?”

“Yah, uns ood,” Vinyl replied. She honestly didn’t even care what side it landed on; she just wanted to be able to make Neon feel good too.

He tossed the coin and both of them watched it spin and shimmer in the air before it landed on Vinyl’s bare stomach. It was heads up. Neon smiled. “Looks like fate’s chosen for us,” he said as he slowly rose from his position straddling her legs. He stood up off of the bed and quickly loosened his belt, letting his black slacks fall to the floor, followed quickly by his briefs.

He sat down again on the edge of the bed, legs splayed to allow Vinyl easy access. She too rose to a sitting position and scooted off the bed, hands still locked behind her back, and took up a kneeling position in front of Neon. She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to take the lead.

He laid his hands on the side of her head, pulling her gently forward until the very tip of his member slipped through the ring gag. He held her there for a moment, savoring the anticipation before pulling her even closer. He took it easy on her, giving her time to get accustomed. He ended up fitting almost perfectly in her mouth, with just a small part of his shaft still visible after she took all that she could.

She breathed in deeply through her nose, consciously trying to loosen up her neck muscles so that Neon didn’t have to struggle to set the speed he wanted. He was in control here and she was just along for the ride. Like the toy that he had used on her, she would be his toy now. The thought sent a pang through her, blowing a bit of life into the banked embers that her arousal had become.

She enjoyed the snug fit in her mouth, its length weighing down her tongue and pressing against the back of her throat. He smiled down at her, and she would have smiled back if she had been able to. He seemed to sense her readiness, though, as he slowly pushed her head backwards slightly until his member was halfway out of her mouth. He paused a second before pulling her back forward until he was buried inside her mouth again. A few more experimental thrusts established a comfortable speed. Neon kept a tight grip on her skull, fingers buried in her hair, and Vinyl happily let herself be used that way.

Her warm, moist mouth left trails of saliva on him as he worked in and out of her, leaving a shiny coat that lubricated the process and made it even easier for him to slide her forward and back along his hardness. Her bottom lip and her teeth brushed and pulled at the skin of his member and the sides of the gag just barely exerted a little friction with each motion.

He grunted in satisfaction as he found the perfect rhythm, though he was trying to take it slow in order to prolong the fun. Tending to Vinyl’s needs earlier had left him very much loaded and ready but he didn’t want this to be over quite so soon.

He seated himself inside her again and then paused to simply enjoy the sight of his personal blue-haired angel, hands held behind her back with handcuffs, mouth full of his shaft and loving every second of it. He sighed in contentment and went back to work, rocking her head more than truly moving it this time.

He worked her slowly up his length, allowing plenty of time for every inch to be grazed by her lips and teeth. When she reached the tip, he worked her back down to the base the same way. He repeated the exact same process several more times, sometimes a little faster and sometimes slower. Vinyl, for her part, simply kept breathing and let herself drift in the simple pleasure of knowing that she was being used to make someone she cared about feel good.

Neon could feel the familiar pressure beginning to mount at the base of his member. It wouldn’t be long before it came surging out, carrying his seed with it. He had delayed enough; now he was ready. He began to use Vinyl’s mouth to stroke his length more firmly, though he was careful not to be rough enough to give her a headache; nothing killed the mood like a throbbing pain in the skull.

The steady motions did their job, slowing coaxing the pressure up his member. The closer it got to the tip the harder it became to keep focused enough to maintain the rhythm, but he managed. Finally, it came to a head right before a single powerful spasm heralded his own release. He made sure he was firmly seated in Vinyl’s mouth so that she could be the receptacle for the fluid she had just aided in milking out of him.

Vinyl’s eyes widened in surprise as Neon’s warm, sticky emission flooded into her mouth, coming in spurts. Between his presence in her mouth and the gag she couldn’t really swallow, so she simply let it pool inside her lips and trickle slightly down her throat.

He grunted and bucked his hips a few more times, but he was eventually spent and he pulled out. A few deep breaths helped him start to recover and he looked down at Vinyl, taking in the sight of his white seed pooled in her mouth and dripping out of her lips to run down her chin. “Damn, that’s hot,” he said while he took in the sight. She had to agree. Neon sighed and ran his hands through his hair, before bending over to reach over her head to unbuckle and remove the gag.

Vinyl immediately swallowed Neon’s deposited load. “Tasty,” she said with a smile that he couldn’t help but return.

“I figured you’d like that,” he said companionably. “How are you holding up?”

“I feel like some really nice guy got me off so hard I almost passed out and then fucked my mouth and filled it with cum,” Vinyl said in a husky voice. “Really good, in other words.”

“Great,” Neon said. So long as she was enjoying herself, so could he. “Are you tired out or do you think you’re up for more?”

She considered the question, taking stock of herself. Her legs were still trembling from her orgasm, her nether lips were still inflamed and dripping, and her mouth was full of the aftertaste of Neon’s member and its emission. Her arms and wrists were starting to hurt from being locked in handcuffs for so long, though, and the rest of her body felt comfortably used. If she curled up under a blanket right now, she’d have no trouble falling blissfully asleep. “I think I’m done,” she finally said. She always felt a little regretful at putting an end to their fun, but it was the truth. It’d be better to take a break and start fresh when they were both in the mood again. "Sorry."

“Don't apologize,” Neon said as he stood up and walked around her, kneeling down to unlock the handcuffs with the key that was dangling around his neck. "You know how important it is that I stop when you wanna stop."

Vinyl knew. If she didn't trust him to do exactly that, this kind of stuff wouldn't happen. She rolled her shoulders, testing her flexibility as she savored her freedom of movement. As much fun as the restraints were, it was always welcome to get some circulation back into her limbs. At least they had gotten the timing down to the point that she didn’t end up with pins-and-needles. “Thanks,” she said as Neon extended a hand and helped her to her feet. She didn’t object as he spun her around and wrapped his arms around her middle, holding her close. In fact, she leaned her head back to rest on his chest, grinning up at him. “Thanks for being so good to me, dude.”

Neon couldn’t keep the smile off of his own face as he looked down at her. “I could say the same to you,” he said. The hot, sweaty, flush that came with passion started to dissipate, being replaced by the warm glow of affection that swelled in his chest. He bent his head down, locking his lips with Vinyl. Unlike many others, this kiss was slower, gentle. No invading tongues or dripping saliva, just a small, shared moment and warm breath.

When they broke the kiss, Vinyl’s and Neon’s faces shared the same red glow. She leaned even more into his embrace and he tightened his grip, both reluctant to let go. Eventually, he softly asked, “Are you gonna go get a shower?”

“Yeah,” Vinyl agreed. “I’m all sweaty and messy now.” Bits of Neon’s cum clung to her lips and chin and her own wetness ran down her legs; it was hot when she was in the midst of being rutted like an animal, but now it would be nice to get cleaned up.

“I feel like I should help you with that,” Neon said as he released Vinyl from his embrace. “You know, since I’m the main reason you need a shower in the first place.”

“Well, aren’t you just a gentleman,” Vinyl said as she twirled around and sashayed towards the bathroom. She made sure to put some extra swing into her hips as she walked.

“I try,” Neon said as he followed after her. He couldn’t help but admire the view.

It only took a few seconds for the rest of their clothes to end up in discarded piles on the tile floor as they stepped into the shower together. Vinyl turned the knob and let blessedly warm water come cascading over both of them. As the sweat and other fluids and remnants of their activities were washed away, she turned around again to hug Neon again, plastering her wet body firmly against his own.

He took a step forward, pressing her back against the wall directly underneath the shower head. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, drowsing in the combined feeling of the soothing water and the gentle force of Neon’s body pushing against her.

She opened her eyes again when she felt the pleasant stream of warmth stop flowing over her. Neon had the removable shower head in his hand and was looking at her expectantly. “How about I help clean you up?” he asked.

Vinyl knew exactly what he had in mind, and she nodded her assent. She bit her lips to hold back a combined whimper and whine as the nozzle slipped between her legs, angled so that the jet of water brushed over her most sensitive parts. “Oh, fuuuck,” she moaned as he flipped through all of its different settings: strobe, jet, massage, wide, and narrow. The cycling between settings was overwhelming: she only had a few seconds with each one before it shifted to the next, stimulating entirely different areas in entirely different ways.

Neon looked up and examined the results of his labor. Vinyl’s face was flushed even deeper red, her jaw was slack and he head lolled listlessly back against the wall of the shower. He realized that she must have still been right on the edge from her earlier orgasm since it normally took a lot more effort before he got the privilege of seeing her like this.

He faced a question: should he be nice and let her have it now or should he indulge his cruelty and make her wait for it? He smiled a little as he pulled it away. He’d been nice to her already; it was time to make her writhe a little.

“N—Neon, please . . .” she moaned as the sensation between her legs faded.

“Please what?” Neon said as he kissed the side of her neck.

“Please put it back . . .” she murmured. “I was so close . . .”

“I don’t know, Vinyl,” he said as he teasingly brushed his fingers across her labia. They were wet with more than just water. “I think you feel pretty clean down there to me.”

“Dammit,” she groaned in frustration. Her hand started drifting towards her unsatisfied loins, intent on finishing the job herself.

Neon lightly grabbed her wrist, holding it in place. “Not yet, babe,” he said.

“Oh, come on,” Vinyl groused. “Just please, please, please, let me cum.”

Neon applied the warm spray of water back to her most sensitive area, making her gasp. He pulled it away after a second, though. “Gimme a reason I should let you,” he said.

“Nngh,” Vinyl moaned. “I let you tie me up and gag me,” she breathed. Didn’t that entitle her to a little something?

“That’s a good reason,” Neon said before giving Vinyl another brief application. “Got another?”

“I let you get me off when you want, not when I want it,” she panted. Seriously, why couldn’t he just let her get off?

“Almost there, babe,” Neon said as another brief spurt of water earned a guttural groan from Vinyl. “Got one more reason?”

“Ah-hah-hah,” Vinyl breathed heavily, chest heaving. Her brain was having trouble coming up with a reason other than because I really want to! “When you make me cum, I always repay the favor?”

“That’s it,” Neon said as he put the shower head back between Vinyl’s shaking legs.

Vinyl couldn’t answer him; her breath caught in her throat as the water’s pulsing and probing touch pushed her over the edge. Neon released her wrist and she wrapped both her arms around his bare back, nails digging into his flesh.

Her mouth parted in a wordless scream as her second orgasm that day flared to life. She clung to Neon for support as her insides melted and came dripping out through her slit, taking her strength with it. She looked up at him shakily, moaning out her noisy gratitude. He kept the shower head pressed between Vinyl’s thighs, still casually cycling through its various options to keep her stimulated without giving her any time to breathe. “You—you’re gonna make . . . make me cum . . . again . . .” she managed to get out between labored breaths.

“I sure am,” Neon agreed easily. “You can thank me later.”

Vinyl’s brain short-circuited as the incessant water pulled another cascade of pleasure from her. Her knees locked, her hips bucked, and her head snapped back. Her scream bounced off the walls. Colors flashed behind her closed eyelids and she knew that she was drooling but couldn’t quite muster the will to do anything about it.

Neon could feel that Vinyl’s strength had waned. He lowered her gently down to the floor of the shower before she could fall on her own. She pressed her back against the wall, incapable of doing anything but panting and riding out the last twangs of her orgasm.

He knelt down to face her, grabbing ahold of her hair and lifting her head up to look at him. “I can’t help but notice something, Vinyl,” he said as he gazed into her eyes.

“Huh?” Vinyl said weakly. If Neon weren’t helping her, she wouldn’t even have been able to hold up her head.

“You’re still not clean down there,” Neon said, holding up the shower wand with a smirk. “I guess I might have to try a little harder, huh?”

Vinyl was warm. And comfy. She snuggled closer to Neon, careful not to let the blanket fall off of her as she settled into the soft, broken-in couch they shared. He absently ran a hand through her damp hair, more focused on the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she pressed against him. She smelled fresh, like soap and shampoo. Of course, it had taken a while to get her clean, but now they were both washed and dried off. “You really are something special, Vinyl,” Neon said as he stretched out under the warmth of her body and the blanket that covered them both.

She giggled. “Feeling romantic now, huh?” she asked.

“You know me,” Neon said. “It takes a lot to bring out my sentimental side.”

“Well, I’m glad I get to see it,” Vinyl said as she nuzzled against his neck.

“And I’m glad I get to show it to you,” he answered as he nuzzled her back.

Author's Note

Just a scene that's a little bit softer than the last one.