Page 91 of Scrimmage

Ashland turns to me, looking exasperated. “Couldn’t we have just had sex in your car? I don’t really wanna talk.”

I advance on her grabbing her by the neck, and her breath quickens. “I was trying to be nice, but we’ll fast forward to your consequences if you want.”

“Someone’s sexually frustrated,” she says smugly.

“I’m not the only one.”

“What are you gonna do, edge me?”

“I have something else in mind.”

I grab her arm and drag her into my bedroom, tossing her onto the mattress. Before she has time to think about it, I take her wrists and wrap a leather cuff around one.

Her teal eyes spark. “Moving up in the world, huh?”

I ignore her, grabbing the other wrist and pulling it as tight as I can. It’s probably cutting off her circulation, and I fucking hope so.

“All you’re doing is turning me on,” she warns.

“When we’re done you’ll be begging me to stop.”

There’s excitement in her eyes, and her thighs squeeze together. I want to make her cry. I want her to beg me to stop, but I know she won’t. Something drives her toward pleasure and pain. Something inside of her is broken. I tear her shirt down the middle. Her nipples are already pebbled.

“Penny is going to kill me. This is her shirt." She pouts before I take them and twist, making her squeal.

I grab her leggings and rip them in the center. If she wants to be a slut I’ll treat her like one. She doesn’t complain, just pants. Her underwear are soaked, which isn’t any sort of surprise to me. I brush my fingertip over her pussy, and her hips buck. I do it again, watching her react to every touch, until she realizes that I’m not going to do anything other than this. I circle her nipples, barely grazing them one at a time.

“Koda,” she says breathlessly.

“What’s wrong?”

“This was fun. Now fucking do something.”

“Oh, I am.”

I don’t stop, and I don’t touch her the way she wants. She tries to push herself into my hand but the restraints stop her. Every time I brush one of her nipples she squirms, trying to squeeze her legs together.

I cluck my tongue. “Baby girl, you’ve got to stop closing your legs, it’s not time yet. I’ll fix it.”

I grab the ankle restraints and she tries to kick, but I catch her foot and slide it on, effectively tying her to the bed. She huffs like a bull and growls when I put the other on. “Now where were we?”

“This isn’t funny.”

“Do you see me laughing?” I lean over her, gently licking her nipple until her back arches.

When she pushes it into my mouth I bite down, causing her to whine. She doesn’t scream, just whines. It’s music to my fucking ears. I suck the tip and keep trailing my finger over her pussy. She’s sweating and shaking. I slap her cunt, making her squeak. I let her ride my hand while I alternate nipples until I know she’s close, and then I stop. Her hips keep moving desperately as she tries to squeeze her thighs together.

“I get it. You’re mad,” she snaps. “Point taken.”

I ghost my touches over her body, just enough that she knows I’m there. I like watching it. I love the way she’s squirming and fighting the frustrated tears.

I blow on her clit. “You can come whenever you want.”

“No, I can’t it’ll…” her voice trails off.

“Ruin it?”

I know she needs it. So do I. She might need it more than I do. Ashland loves to orgasm. I think it might be her favorite thing in the world besides Penny.

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