Page 140 of Take It Offline

My dick kicks up again, attempting in vain to get harder as she slides her panties off. The sound of my nails against the fabric of the chair is loud in the silence.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I say. “Come over here. I don’t need my hands to eat you out. I know how much you love having my tongue inside you.”

“Actually,” Emma says, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her mouth is so close to my cock, I can feel her hot breath ghosting over it, and I can’t stop the noise I make. “It’smytongue that you need to worry about.”

And then she clasps the cage in one hand and leans down to lick through the gaps between the bars.

“Oh, fuck.”

My head hits the chair with a thud. Locked up like this, the head is still mostly covered by my foreskin, and Emma starts there, dipping the tip of her tongue in and under and around the sensitive skin.Fuck. My brain is so scrambled, I can’t remember what day it is.

She laps up the precum that is leaking out now, her eyes shining bright and wild.

“Remember. No touching until I say you can.”

She keeps licking into the cage, moving down to the base, sucking a mark on the inside of my thigh. Both legs are shaking with the effort of not fucking up into her mouth.

“Fuck. Don’t stop.”

But I’m not in charge tonight; she is.

Emma stands, licking those beautiful fucking lips I’m desperate for, and with a flick of her wrist, frees her breasts from her bra.

She straddles me, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. The scorching heat of her pussy doesn’t quite make contact and it’s enough to drive a man to the brink.

“Let me touch you.” I won’t say please. Not yet.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?”

No, but I don’t care. I need to touch her.

“I didn’t think so,” she says, rubbing herself on the cage.

“Bet I can last longer than you,” she teases.

“You like losing, then.”

She reaches up to glide her hand through my hair, and pulls.

“That’s a whole lot of talking for someone whose cock is locked away.”

She’s flushed, her hair falling into her face. I’m itching to sweep it away, pull her to my mouth.

I can’t move my hands, but I try to meet her thrusts with my hips. I want to watch her get herself off on this, writhing above me like the goddess she is.

Emma moans, the sound going straight to my balls. Fuck.

My fingers flex in place. There’s nothing but her word and my will binding me here. “You seem to be struggling with something. I could help with that. If you wanted me to.”

She wants to protest, but by the unchecked fire in her eyes, it’s clear she wants to get off more.

“I should leave you like this,” she says, presenting two fingers to my mouth. “Get them wet for me.”

Happily.

I suck them into my mouth, showing her what my tongue could be doing to her clit if she let me move. When she’s satisfied, she forces me to watch as she uses her slicked-up digits to rub at her clit.

This is bliss and agony all in one.

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