Fuck, I hate how she’s reduced me to nothing but a plaything for her to use however she sees fit.
I jerk the straps behind the seat, but every movement only tightens them further.
The mystery woman suddenly curls up on my lap and slips her pussy along my length, causing insufferable greed to take over.
Fuck. I want her to fuck me, and I don’t even know her fucking name.
What is wrong with me?
“How do I taste, Atreus?” she murmurs as she rolls her hips all over my shaft.
I moan from the way she moves, but every sound I make vibrates through the dildo and siphons more of her sweetness down into my throat, like a goddamn aphrodisiac meant to turn me into a savage.
And fuck … it’s nearly working all right.
My muscles strain against the bonds that keep me in place, while she keeps gyrating on top of me, just like she did to the thing that’s in my mouth.
Fuck, I’m losing it. I’m losing my ability to resist, and I grumble impatiently.
“What … you want me to fuck you, Atreus? Is that what you want?” She tilts her head and lifts herself off my lap, forcing me to endure several bouts of twitching, as the pre-cum drips from the tip. Fuck me, it’s turning me into a rabid animal.
She flicks my length with her sharp nails, and I jolt up and down in the seat. “I told you I could make any man beg for it,” she whispers into my ear. “Now beg.”
“Pwww …” I gurgle. “Pwww.”
She giggles. “I can’t hear you.”
Fuck this woman. Fuck her. Of course, she can’t hear me with this dong halfway down my throat.
“Louder,” she whispers, coyly playing with the droplets rolling down my shaft.
“PWEAASS,” I groan out loud through the face mask.
She grins against my skin. “Good boy.”
I hate it. I fucking hate it with the fire of a thousand suns.
Until she places the most sinful kiss right underneath my ear, then sinks on top of me.
Fuck, my heart is palpitating, my legs practically thrusting into her as she settles onto my pierced cock. But she puts her claws into my chest, and it forces me back down.
“Not so fast, little detective,” she says.
Little detective?
My eyes begin to twitch.
But fuck, the way she’s riding me is making my fucking toes curl in my boots.
Fuck this fucking woman and her fanged pussy.
She moans as she takes it down all the way to the base before lifting her hips and flopping down onto my lap again. She’s helping herself on my dick, and there’s nothing I can do about it, absolutely fucking nothing at all, and the helplessness is completely unlike me.
“You don’t know how to feel, do you?” she muses. “You’re so used to being in control, you have no clue what to do when you aren’t. But I’ll teach you how to be a good listener.”
Teach me? The fuck she will. There’s no world in which she will ever control me.
She may have me subdued, but once I’m out of these restraints, justice will be served swiftly and mercilessly.
