His brows furrow, but as I roll my fingers around, he’s clearly affected, judging from the Adam’s apple in his throat going up and down. Licking my lips, I slip my fingers down my wetness and spread it all over, then dip inside. He pushes himself furtherinto the chair, as if he’s annoyed I’m forcing him to witness this … that I’m pushing his limits beyond his comfort.
And I just can’t wait to fucking try out my new toy.
But I’ll take my fucking time to get him used to me.
I step backward and hover over the dong I smashed onto his little table, then spread my legs right above it. Under his watchful eye, I lower myself on top of it and moan out loud as I sink down on it. He swallows, and his cock bobs up and down against his own pants as I begin to gyrate around the toy, while I keep my gaze fixated on him.
I want him to enjoy the discomfort, seethe in his hatred for how much he’s going to desire me.
My ideal man is built, and I just found the perfect mold.
A handsome, irate man obsessed with justice, dead-set on destroying all that’s wrong within this world, and he’s made me the object of his devotion.
How could I not be absolutely bewitched?
I want to reward him.
But first, he’s gotta learn how to play along nicely instead of wanting to bite my head off like a bad dog. I have to train him to behave.
“You look good all tied up, Atreus.”
“You think I care?”
I roll around on the dildo until it’s nice and wet while I tilt my head back and let my fingers do their work on my most sensitivespot. He’s still looking at me with disdain, but his flopping length reveals his interest. That’s why I exposed it.
“You do. That’s why you can’t take your eyes off me.”
I want him to be embarrassed and to know he’s no longer in charge of the solution.
“You told me not to look away.”
“And who made you listen?” I tilt my head.
His nostrils flare, and he attempts to look away again, so I throw a knife into his chair, right beside his ear, cutting off a few strands of hair.
“My knife,” I muse. “Now look at me.”
He groans in his seat, fumbling against the restraints I put on his wrists. Like that’s going to work.
“So you can terrorize me?”
I swirl my fingers over my wetness. “So I can show you what you’re missing out on.”
His dick twitches again and again until it’s finally erect all on its own, and I’m impressed. Clearly, he fought tooth and nail to stop it from happening, and it took him long enough.
“I didn’t ask you to invade my house,” he points out.
“No, you begged me to invade your heart when you made that appearance,” I say.
“You’re delusional.”
“Dream big,” I say, feasting my eyes on that thick, juicy cock of his.
He doesn’t just have the length, but the girth too. This little toy will pale in comparison, and I can hardly wait.
“You’re actually playing with yourself in my goddamn house.”
“And enjoying it thoroughly,” I quip.
