“Alright,” he grits out, attempting to hide his snarl with a grin. “I’ll play your stupid fucking game. I’ll soak this sleeve in my come, and then I’m going to rip you toshreds.”
“Oh, you tell ‘em, honey,” I croon, sitting on the edge of the bed as I tick the vibration up a notch.
Nate jolts, his abs tensing as his cock bobs deliciously. “You’re going to regret this, little Lanny. You’re going to be sobbing.”
“I’m sure I am,” I concede. “But until then? Pure bliss.”
Nate stays right where he is, despite not being bound or coerced, and takes the sensation as he groans and grunts against feeling. And I watch, transfixed by the sight of his massive cock in that tight sleeve, and how heneverstops leaking.
“Looks like you’re enjoying it, no?” I ask, cocking my head at him.
“Uh-huh,” he mutters. “Loving it.”
It’s spiteful and probably only partially true, but I have patience. I’m just waiting for the real show to start.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, his hips bucking into the air as his pleasure builds and builds. “I’m close. I’m so close, and you better be scared.”
“I’mshakingin fear, old man,” I tease, spreading my legs to make room for my own hardening length in my jeans.
“Shit. God, fuck. I’m… I’m gonna—ugh!”Nate tenses, his entire body locking up briefly as his hips rise and he comes, shooting rope after rope all over the end of the chair and the carpet below.
“Mmm, that’s good,” I pant out, leaning toward him. “Should have saved a little, though. The next one won’t be nearly as satisfying now.”
“N-next one?” he grits out, his body trembling with the aftershock of his orgasm and the vibration still abusing his length.
His dark hair doesn’t dry from the shower, only growing slicker with sweat as his cat eyes drill into mine.
“Yep,” I say sweetly. “The next one. You see, Nate, both times you’ve fucked me with my cock all locked up, the orgasm felt like dying. Like crumbling. And I thinkyoushould feel it too.”
“You’re going to force me to come again?” he asks, breathless and startled as his dick refuses to soften in the sleeve. “That’s your big plan? You’re setting yourself up for—ah, shit—for failure.”
“No,” I chuckle, batting my lashes at him. “Not just one more.Repeatedly. You’re going to come so many times you lose count, and I’m going to watch. I’m going to enjoy it.”
His eyes grow round, more shocked and terrified than I’ve ever seen him, as I free my own cock, massaging it gently. A sick, unfiltered joy surges through me as I notch the vibrator higher again, his head tossing back as a long, desperate groan leaves him.
“Landon!Take it off. Stop this.” Yet he doesn’t reach for the sleeve. He doesn’t remove his hands from the chair, even though he could.
He won’t admit defeat any more than I would.
“But doesn’t it feelso good?Like torture?” I repeat his own words from before, tugging myself hard as his cock spasms, leaking more precome.
He’s vibrating in his own right, his teeth clenched and each hard muscle on display coiled tight.
“You’re a little—ah, fuck, I’m going to come again. Shit, fuck!”
More come spurts from his tip, less than before, but still just as thick and musky as the smell of sex fills the room.
“That’sit. Good boy, Nate,” I praise.
Nate just glares harder, hunching over slightly as he shakes and twitches. “You’re so fucking bad. You’re theworst. I can’t fucking stand you and your inflated fucking ego.”
It seems that cock sleeves are a truth serum in some cases, because Nate is telling me how hereallyfeels now. And to be honest, I don’t like it. This isn’t nearly as pleasing as I thought it would be with him demeaning me like this.
With him openly dissing me.
“Well, that’s mean,” I whisper, my finger slamming into the button on the remote that ups the vibration of his sleeve.
Nate howls, digging his nails into the chair as he stares at me, ready to pounce. “Fucking brat. Such an evil, fucked up person. You don’t deserve my dick; you don’t deserveanything.”
