“Hallie.”
“Hmm?” I say with mock innocence while cupping his cheek and turning his face to mine, capturing his lips.
I slowly kiss him as I jerk him off.
His hand lands on my ass and I shake my head.
“No touching, beastie. You be a good boy for me and just let me make you feel good.”
He groans.
“I-I don’t know if I can. Fuck. Hallie, I need you.”
I bite his bottom lip and circle the tip of his dick with my thumb.
“You lost. These are my rules. You break them, you leave.”
His eyes fly open, almost in horror.
“I’ll be good. I’m being good. I promise.” His voice is husky, making his accent thicker.
Fuck. I’m soaking for him.
But I want him desperate for me. This element of control, or power even, I’ve never experienced. But having this man at my mercy, ready to beg for more, makes me come alive.
“You think if I get on my knees and suck your dick, you’ll be able to stop yourself from grabbing my hair?” I ask, stepping back.
“Honestly? No.”
His fists clench, and I take another step back. This time removing the sweater over my head, leaving me completely naked for him.
He bites down on his hand, his gaze scanning my entire body.
“Absolutely no way. You’re gorgeous, baby. Like, I could come on the spot just looking at you.”
With an extra sway in my hips, I close the distance between us and push him back onto the bed.
“Hands up by the headboard,” I command.
He shuffles back and puts them between the metal, while I rummage for the blue fluffy handcuffs.
Working on the first wrist, I’m unsure if they’ll work.
“Might be a bit tight,” I tell him.
“I don’t fucking care if I bleed.”
I suck in a breath and try again with more force, finally securing the cuff.
I do the same with the second.
“You look so hot, beastie. Want to feel how wet I am?” I grin.
“Oh, wait. You can’t.” I spread my legs, sliding my finger along my pussy, retrieving some of my wetness.
“I bet your cunt is soaking for me, Hallie.”
Climbing onto the bed, I straddle him and push my fingers into his mouth while my pussy rests on his pulsing dick.