Page 41 of F*ckboys

"Good boy," I murmur, leaning down to kiss him roughly. He moans into my mouth, but I pull away before he can get too comfortable. This isn't about pleasure—not for him, anyway. Tonight, it's all about control.

As we continue, I let go of my thoughts of Aksel and immerse myself in the moment, taking what I want and leaving no room for doubt or regret. In this room, with this man, I am powerful, dominant, and free.

"Open your mouth," I command, and he obeys without hesitation. I stand over him and slide off my underwear, then I straddle his face, lowering myself onto him with my thighs on either side of his masked head. His tongue meets me eagerly, exploring my pussy.

He moans at the way I taste, sliding his tongue along my folds and slipping it in between. I grip the headboard, letting out a throaty moan as his mouth works its magic on me. He flattens his tongue and licks me from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I gasp as he gently sucks my clit into his mouth and licks and sucks at it.

Thighs shaking, I grind my hips so my pussy mashes against his tongue. He'd better watch it, or I'll suffocate him. He moves his head in rhythm with the gyration of my hips.

"Tongue fuck me," I growl, continuing to ride his face. Obediently, he shapes his tongue into more of a cylinder and plunges it into my pussy. I ride it, allowing it to slide into me as far as it can before gliding back out, over and over again. I moan at the feeling of his tongue against my entrance. "Now focus back on my clit," I command, "and make me come."

All the while, Aksel continues to haunt my thoughts. His disapproving gaze, his simmering anger—they fuel my desire for dominance and control. And as much as I want to push him away, I can't help but find some twisted satisfaction in knowing it's his lingering presence that drives me to this level of ecstasy.

Bun complies, once again flattening his tongue and my hips buck as he laps at my clit. My thighs shudder as the coil builds in my core. "Fuck, that's it," I growl, my thighs tightening around the man's face as my climax continues to build. His muffled moans are like music to my ears, a tangible reminder of the power I wield over him.

Each thought of Aksel intensifies the sensation until I'm teetering on the edge.

"Say my name," I order breathlessly, needing to hear him acknowledge the woman who has brought him to his knees—metaphorically, at least.

"Fallon," he gasps, his voice muffled by my body. And that's all it takes. Thoughts of Aksel and the fire he ignites within me push me over the edge, and I come undone. I mash his head between my shuddering thighs and smother him as waves of pleasure crash down around me.

It's a moment of pure, unadulterated release—one fueled by anger, resentment, and an insatiable hunger for control. Theheat of the moment has a way of making you forget about everything else, of blurring the lines between right and wrong.

As I stare down at the man beneath me, his once confident expression now replaced with a mixture of lust and fear, I can't help but revel in the sensations coursing through me. The hunger for control. The need to assert my dominance.

"What happens now?" he rasps.

"Did you think you could just make me come and walk away?" I sneer, the words dripping with venom. I yank the mask off and, as he looks up at me, my hand cracks across his face, leaving behind a stinging red mark that only serves to fuel my desire.

"Fuck," he gasps, his eyes widening in surprise. But there's no denying the excitement that flickers in his gaze. "I know you said you'd be in control tonight, but I didn't know you were into this."

"Neither did I," I admit, an almost feral grin spreading across my features. It's true—until tonight, I had no idea just how thrilling it could be to hold someone else's fate in my hands to quite this degree. And as I tighten the silk ties around his wrists, binding them even more securely to the headboard, I can't help but feel a spark of anticipation ignite within me.

"Tell me you want this," I demand, my voice low and dangerous. The power I wield over him is intoxicating, consuming every fiber of my being.

"I—I want this," he stutters, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. "Please, Fallon…give it to me—"

"Good." I lean in close, my lips hovering just above his. "Because you have no idea what I'm capable of."

And then, without warning, I spit in his face. The action is crude, vulgar even, but it sends a shiver down my spine nonetheless. I watch as a mixture of shock and desire contorts his features, his pupils dilating with each passing second.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunts, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as my saliva trickles down his cheek. It'sas if he's daring me to push him further, to test the limits of our twisted little game.

"Careful what you ask for," I warn, my voice barely more than a whisper. And with that, I slap him once more, relishing in the way his body jerks in response. The sound of flesh against flesh echoes throughout the room, a stark reminder of the control I now wield over this man.

Reaching back, I'm not surprised to find he's harder than ever. I stroke his girthy cock and he groans with pleasure. "I'm going to ride your cock now and you're going to make me come again. Do you understand?"

"Fuck, yes," he groans, his muscles tensing beneath me as I move backward and slide my pussy down onto his cock. I moan at the sensation of him dragging against my walls, stretching me.

It's clear he enjoys this power play just as much as I do—perhaps even more so. But as I stare down at him, bound and vulnerable, I can't help but think of Aksel, and the way he'd made me feel so powerless. So weak.

I begin to glide up and down, impaling myself on his hardness, and he bucks his hips in rhythm with my movements. Raking my nails over his chest, I grab onto him by the shoulders and slam myself down on him forcefully.

He moans, "Fucking hell," as I ride him, over and over again, my pussy tight around his shaft. I angle my hips so my clit rubs against him and I feel the coil deep within me tightening again as our bodies build friction. I dig my nails into him until I feel his blood underneath them, squeezing my thighs tight against his hips as I come hard again, my body quaking against his.

His body tenses and he grunts as he releases, his thighs shuddering as his cock pulsates.

The moment his orgasm subsides, I climb off him and untie his ropes. "It's time for you to go now, but remember my name," I lean down and whisper into Bun's ear as our encounterdraws to a close. My voice is cold and distant. "Fallon fucking Dempsey."

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