“Why?”
“Because I want to. And you will enjoy it too if you want your information.”
“I’m going to arrest you when I get out of this chair,” he says.
“Oh please, you can’t even stop that cock of yours from dancing for me. How are you going to stop me?”
His rage only turns me on more as he begins jerking around the whole damn chair, but I continue thrusting onto the dildo until it’s nice and wet, and my orgasm is so damn close my whole body begins to shiver.
“Fuck, come here,” he growls.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You can’t stop seething because of the fun my pussy is having without you,” I say, chuckling. “Go on, then. Beg for it.”
“Fuck you, in your dreams,” he retorts.
“I’ll be arresting you in yours,” I say with a wink.
His lips part, but no words fall out.
“Cat got your tongue?” I muse, bringing my fingers to my lips so I can taste myself.
His hard-on twitches once more, and a droplet of pre-cum rolls down the tip.
“Hmm … Delicious.” I lick my finger, then bring it back down between my legs again.
“You’re insane.”
“Insanely attracted to you. And I love watching you squirm in your seat to try to escape the building arousal.”
“Arousal? Fuck no. This is pure, unadulterated rage,” he growls.
My brow rises. “I can see that.”
His face is slowly starting to grow redder and redder, but I can’t tell if it’s because of the anger or the lust flooding his body. Maybe both. Both is good.
“Dream on,” he grits, and he turns his head.
“Atreus. Eyes.”
I’m sure he remembers the warning I gave him, because his eyes immediately shoot back to mine.
I gyrate on the toy and roll my hips around until I’m close, then rub my clit and moan out loud as the droplets of pre-cum begin to profusely roll down his shaft. He groans in frustration as he leans out of the chair in an effort to get closer, like a beggar looking for scraps. His length bobs up and down against his pants, soiling the fabric, and the mere sight of him helplessly tied to the chair while hating the living fuck out of me brings me to new heights. As my fingers flick back and forth, the orgasm washes over my body, goose bumps scattering across my skin.
His tongue swiftly dips out to lick his lips, and he swiftly hides it, but I definitely fucking noticed. He’s salivating at the mouth from my little show, and I let out another moan and sink down fully so my juices flood the table beneath the toy.
When I’m done, I pull away and look back at my impressive display. It’s absolutely covered in filth. Perfect.
I pull it off the table and take more out of my bag.
“What are you doing?” he asks, leaning in as far as he possibly can just to look.
“Curious?” I say, as I hold up the face strap.
His eyes widen in panic, and as I approach, he shakes his head. “Stay back.”
“You wanted nothing but to get closer just seconds ago,” I say.
He slams his mouth shut and grinds his teeth, but his eyes and that dripping shaft of his told me all I needed to know. He wants this, whether he likes it or not.
