Page 23 of Welcome to the Friendzone

Oliver saw it, concerned about her abrupt change in emotions, but before he was able to say something, Marta regained her posture and rolled her shoulders. Symbolizing that she was jumping back into the role she wanted to play today.

Taking Oliver’s other hand, she wrapped the end of the rope around it so that both his hands were fixed together. Oliver gave her a nod, signaling that he was okay with the tightness of the rope. She grabbed his now-bound hands and pinned them above his head.

“I want you to leave your hands there. No touching.Bien?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he eagerly nodded.

Marta placed her hand on Oliver’s cheek, brushing her thumb over it, and smiled at him.

“If you say stop, I’ll stop immediately and get this rope off your hands.”

“I’m okay, Sugar,” Oliver smiled and Marta ignored the fact that he had called her by his regular pet name.

Marta stepped to the end of the bed, turning towards Oliver and started to slowly strip off her clothes. The t-shirt, shoes, socks, and jeans until she was standing in front of him in her underwear. White panties and a black bra. Not matching, but neither Oliver nor she cared. No woman wears freaking matching underwear every day. It’s just not realistic.

“You aresobeautiful,” Oliver whispered, his eyes dropping down to her covered breasts multiple times.

The bulge in his boxers twitched and when Marta slowly reached behind her back to open her bra, she heard him let out a little moan. The moment his eyes saw her nipples he couldn’t help it anymore. His tied hands drifted to his crotch and he stroked along his cock.

A stinging pain shot through his thigh and he gasped. Marta had slapped her palm on it with so much force that he still felt the pain pulsating and he was sure he’d see the outline of her hand on it tomorrow.

“I said no touching. Is that so hard to understand, Agent?” She said roughly.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” Oliver hissed, the pain in his thigh still very present.

He placed his hands above his head again, watching the angry expression on Marta’s face. He saw a short flicker on her face, worried she may have hit him too hard, but it was gone within a second when she saw he was fine.

Slowly she climbed on the bed, crawling up to him until her head reached his hips. Marta lowered her head and kissed along the outlines of Oliver’s cock, still covered by his boxers. She heard his hungry moans, before she hooked her teeth around the top of his boxers and pulled them down his legs. His shaft sprang free, rock hard and ready for Marta to use. He wasn’t thick, but long. Longer than every other man she’d sex with before, but it was the perfect length, reaching the spot of ultimate pleasure within her with ease.

Marta started to lick along his shaft, the tip of her tongue traveling the path of the vein that ran along his length. Oliver was a moaning mess underneath her tongue even though she’d only just started. When she reached the tip of his cock she carefully wrapped her mouth around it and flicked her tongue around the tip. Oliver grabbed the pillow between his still tied hands, the urge to hold onto something strong within his body. His eyes were closed, his head pressed back into the mattress.

“Oh God,” he moaned when Marta took his cock down her throat a few times but suddenly he felt the warmth around his cock disappear. He opened his eyes and looked at Marta in surprise.

She’d changed her position a little, resting on one of his thighs while looking up at him with fire in her eyes.

“Quiet, or your best friend will hear how I work you until all you can do is whimper. You don’t want him to ask weird questions, do you?”

Oliver shook his head. Getting weird comments from Nate about him overhearing their sex play was the last thing he wanted.

“Can you be quiet for me then,mi cielo?” she crooned.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“That’s my good boy.”

With that Marta lowered her head again, wrapped her gorgeous lips around his cock once more and sucked him deeply. Oliver bit his lips to prevent himself from moaning and thankfully it worked. The tension in Marta’s own body was unbearable and she felt herself soaking Oliver’s thigh. She needed some sort of release so while she was bobbing her mouth up and down Oliver’s shaft, she started to circle her hips along his thigh, putting the perfect pressure on her clit to keep herself on the edge.

Oliver couldn’t hold back his moans anymore, his lower lip was already almost bleeding from the pressure of his teeth but the moment the moans became louder, Marta stopped again. The Agent groaned in frustration. She’d worked him close to the edge and he knew he only needed a little bit more to fall apart.

Marta rose from the bed, stood in front of the closet again, and grabbed a pair of socks. Oliver looked at her with a raised eyebrow, his mind still fuzzy from the pleasure and the blood that had obviously wandered down into his shaft. She was suddenly standing next to his head, sliding her panties down her hips until she held them in one and the socks in the other hand.

“One is for agoodboy, the other for abadone. Which one are you going to be today,mi cielo?”

“I’m a good boy for you, Ma’am.”

“Open your mouth.”

Oliver didn’t even think about what she was going to do, he only followed her order until the socks were filling his mouth almost completely, muffling whatever would slip out of his throat.

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