She giggles and slides off my lap, only to grasp my pants with her knife. She cuts off the button, then rips off the fabric containing my zipper.
“I will arrest you if you try,” I growl.
Biting her lip, she wraps her fingers around my boxers and pulls them down along with my pants, forcing my half-hard dick to pop out, and fuck me, the way she’s looking at it actually makes it twitch more.
“Big and pierced for her pleasure. Now that’s what I like to see,” she says, eyeing my reverse Prince Albert.
“No one asked your opinion.”
She harshly flicks my shaft with her fingers. “I don’t need to be asked. It’s the only thing I dish out free of charge, Mr. Foley. The rest you’re gonna have to pay for.”
She slowly steps backward while admiring her own work like a crazed woman after ripping up my clothes.
“You know, I can’t resist a boy all tied up.”
What the fuck is she planning to do with me?
I scoot forward in my chair, but she pushes me back with the tip of her high-heeled toe. “Stay there like a good boy and watch.”
She picks up a bag she dropped on the floor in my bedroom and kicks it toward us, then goes to her knees to rummage through it.
I sneak closer and closer, but without even looking up at me, she mutters, “If you move even one more inch, I will shove this into your mouth.”
She lifts a giant, fleshy dong out of the bag, and I gulp in place.
Holy fuck.
Her hands are still going through that bag like she’s pulling out things to play with until she finally finds a smaller dildo, and a wide smirk forms on her face. “This’ll do.”
“For what?” I ask.
“You’ll see.” She approaches the small table behind my couch and pauses to look at me with a seductive gaze as her tongue dips out to lick the bottom of the toy. I’d be lying if I said my dick didn’t twitch in response.
She whacks it down onto the table until it’s got a firm hold, then brings her hand to the zipper near her belly.
“You know what the fun part is about this outfit? Two zippers.”
ZIP!
She rips open the zipper between her legs, and her naked slickness is on full display. My mouth immediately waters against my will.
“And I can make any man want to beg.”
CHAPTER 18
Sunny
His eyes are glued,absolutely fucking glued, to my naked pussy, as I bring my fingers down between my legs to touch myself. And despite trying his very best not to react, his hard-on still twitches the moment I start rubbing myself.
Clearing his throat, he looks away.
Already embarrassed? That’s quick.
“Keep your eyes on me, Atreus,” I warn. “Or there will be consequences.”
“Like what?” he scoffs.
“I have a million different ways to make a man cry … for his mommy or for an orgasm. Your pick.”
