Carl was quickly back at the edge, fighting his urge to cum as Jamie started to coax him with her voice as well as her fingers. His fellow drama club member had decided to lie next to him and he was all too aware in his heightened state of arousal of her curvy body pressed against his nude one. She was whispering in his ear now, that dirty mouth so close to his face that he could tilt his head and kiss her if he wanted. So tempting.<br/><br/>She had started by taunting him and needling him about his current helpless state, but that tactic had actually been easier for him to resist once he had gotten over the initial rush of her handling his cock. If anything, he was able to channel the humiliation she was trying to make him feel into some anger; anger that he could use to fight his body's involuntary response to her rubbing hand. She wasn't going to make him break by scaring him. There was some pride and fight left at least. He'd show her that he wasn't turned on by all of this, despite his rock hard cock, heavy breathing, flushed skin, and the constant low moans that snuck out of his tense jaws. Well, ok, he<i>was </i>turned on, of course, but that was because she was jerking him off, not because he liked being helplessly teased by girls. He repeated that again to himself to make sure he believed it.<br/><br/>And then she switched gears. As if some sixth sense or sexual intuition told her he was tuning out her dom talk, she paused and suddenly starting tempting him with wild fantasies of what he could do to her with her under his complete control. Granted, she could have done that while still acting like a dom, but her tone and her body language all changed as well. Carl knew acting and he knew that Jamie the set designer could never pull off the horny enthusiasm with which she started to describe ways he could fuck her while she was restrained and spread open. Delightfully submissive ways he could regain his natural instinct to top and get revenge on this girl that was so mercilessly teasing him. Making her beg for his cock, doing this in front of the group, having her splayed out before him and available for use in any way he wanted. He could feel her legs moving as she undoubtedly was getting aroused at spilling these kinky fantasies, maybe even fantasies she repressed, out to him. The fact that she was excited by these ideas, that she wanted him to do them to her, was too much for Carl and he let out another low grown, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes. Anything to get the image she'd painted of her, naked, tied and spread for him, out of his horny, teased, and on the edge of cumming brain.<br/><br/>While talking, she had increased the tempo on his cock. Jerking him with reckless enthusiasm now as her own lust and desire took control. Carl could feel the crescendo building as his breathing got more ragged, gasping like a fish out of water at times. His legs quivered slightly as he held them stiff and his fingernails were gouging his palms as he held them in fists under his head. How much fucking longer did he have?! Christi.. got.. to... ask... Christi... to... stop. It was so hard to think. He had to speak, say something.<br/><br/>Then she started begging him to cum. No, mewling and whimpering for him to cum. Exactly like he'd want her to do right before he would thrust his big cock into her spread slit as she strained against the ropes. Oh god. That image was back in his head.<br/><br/>"I'll fucking cum on you, you want my cum, you better be willing to have it all over you if you want to win!" he snapped out, unable to restrain himself any longer. Just saying the words helped, anger flooding him as he opened his eyes to stare at her again. He was about to orgasm, maybe a dozen strokes away he guessed, but he wanted to at least get some revenge and do it in a way where Jamie would have some repercussions to her cruel victory.<br/><br/>"Ok... time. Last round!"<br/><br/>Oh fuck. Finally. Thank you. Thank you, Christi. Thank you our wonderful timekeeper. Saved by the bell... again. Carl was happy, but also stunned and almost desperate for relief. He had wanted to cum so badly. He had been right there and his body was screaming at him to get the sweet ending he wanted, no needed, so badly at this point. Part of him still wished he could have just lost and exploded into bliss regardless of the cost. And Jamie.. wow. She seemed to be yet another one person here that was trying to figure out what she liked, top or bottom. Her behavior just now seemed to indicate she might have both switches, turned on while being the dom over him as well as evidently enjoying the idea of being the helpless sub. If he wasn't so completely mindless with arousal, Carl would have enjoyed thinking of ways to explore the sub fantasy with Jamie, but for now, all he wanted was for someone to finally get him to cum!