Grasping his wrist, I guide his hand, fucking him with his own fingers even harder. He groans, shaking against the onslaught of sensation.
He smells so good, like sweat and sex and desperation, as I use his fingers to heighten his need. I remove my other hand from his back, popping the button of my jeans and lowering the zipper.
“Alright, babydoll. Let’s get my dick nice and hard, so I fuck this release out of you,” I purr, shoving my briefs down so that I can free myself.
Landon looks up from where he’s lying, chest still pressed to the mattress, and shivers.
So. Fucking. Good.
I pull him up, letting his fingers slip from his entrance as I sit him on his heels. With my angry cockhead rubbing over the tie that’s forcing his mouth shut, he looks like a wet dream.
“I’m going to take that off of you now, and if you try to use your slimy little gift to control me, I’ll ruin you,” I warn. “As soon as I’m done playing your puppet, I’ll lock you right back up and leave you wanting.”
Landon… does nothing. He doesn’t glare, doesn’t fight me, doesn’t lash out. Big green eyes blink slowly, dazed, as he watches me rub myself against him.
My fingers find the knot I tied earlier, and though it leaves room to ruin my plans, I free his evil mouth.
He gasps, licking his lips as he heaves breath after breath. There are angry lines on either side of his face as he rests his hands in his lap, not quite touching the pretty little cage on his cock but close enough to do so if he wishes.
“Nate,” he mumbles, and those big green eyes find mine again.
“Hm?” I sound, rubbing my tip against his lower lip, watching the clear fluid soak into his skin.
“Shove it in,”he commands, and the air simmers, my body moving before I have the chance to think about it.
This desperate urge to please him, to do everything he wishes in this moment, is not my own. It’s his—he’s using coercion to force my dick into his mouth.
I shove it in, all the way past the tight seal of his throat as his eyes widen and he chokes. My hands grip the sides of his head as a loud, desperate groan leaves me.
“Fuckingbrat,” I hiss, pumping into his hot mouth with no remorse. “Itoldyou not to do that.”
With his mouth stuffed full, Landon says nothing. Instead, he settles on sucking me down greedily, his hands locking onto my thighs as he swallows repeatedly.
The suction, the massaging of his warm, slick throat against my cock is making it hard to think, to chastise. You’d think that instead of commanding me to throat fuck him, he’d command that I take off the chastity cage.
But he didn’t. No, little Landon cravedthisinstead. Because he likes being caged up—he likes being at my mercy and is incredibly angry about it.
Thisis the kind of fight I can give him; this is what he loves.
“If you think for a moment that I’ll let you run your mouth again, that I’ll let you manipulate me further, you’re sorely mistaken,” I tell him, driving my dick into his throat repeatedly. Landon blinks up at me, fat tears pouring from his eyes and soaking into my skin. “As soon as I’m done pounding your face, I’m going to shove this tie between these lush lips of yours, and then I’ll fuck you into submission. Youwilllisten to me, Landon.”
A loud mewling noise leaves his throat at my promise, his nails making pretty little crescent moons against my flesh. Landon looks so needy, so fucked out already that I can’t stomach it.
I’mnauseouswith want, with desire. The urge to come down his throat is so tempting that I almost blow, shoving my release deep into his stomach with no hesitation.
But then I remember his cock is caged, and how beautiful it’ll be to force his own come from his balls as he cries.
I pull from between his lips, my dick dripping and pulsing in the air between us.
“Nate,”Landon pants out, his voice sounding strained and desperate as he peers up at me with pleading, slutty eyes.
“No,” I interrupt, gripping his chin between my fingers before he can force out another command. “You’ve learned nothing. You’re horrible and manipulative, and I plan to fix that.”
He nods quickly, his skin warm against mine as he mumbles out, “Fix it, then,” between his squished lips.
I grab the tie from where it’s resting on the bed, shoving it between his lips and onto his tongue. Landon groans, a sound of pure filth, as I spin him, yanking him onto his knees and shoving his chest back against the mattress.
His hole is definitely stretched, having taken his fingers just now and another man’s cock last night, but I rub my thumb over his rim anyway. It’s soft and hot, wet and pliant beneath my touch as he moans and shoves back against me.
