Page 38 of The Pleasure Contract

She’s sitting there, perched on my thighs, biting her lip as she stares at my cock.

Pre-seed gathers at my cockhead, a pearl dripping down onto my taut abdomen.

Has anyone ever come purely from just being looked at a certain way – by a certain someone?

Because I am beginning to think it may be possible.

“Lois?” I prompt, gently rubbing my thumbs against the skin of her legs where they fall either side of me, while I wait for her to look at me. “I’ve never done any of this with a real person. I’m not sure I could hold back with you if we go too far right now.”

She looks at me with furrowed brows.

I screw my eyes shut, repeatedly thumping my head back against her pillow, wishing I didn’t have to say what I need to say. “If you let me into that sweet little cunt right now, I swear to The Four, I’m biting you and making you mine.”

She quirks her brow, and-

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, screwing my eyes shut again as Lois’ small human hand wraps around my shaft.

She chuckles. “Orrr… you could just not do that.”

“You’re acting like I have a say in the matter,” I groan as she gently strokes me up and down. “Sure,” I huff, arm flung over my eyes, trying not to lose it over the fact that Lois is touching my cock right now – not just touching it. Caressing it. Stroking it. Fuck. “I’ll just refrain from making the most beautiful creature mine using willpower alone while using no precautions whatsoever. What could possibly go wro-”

Lois spits on my cock to ease her movements, and everything – the visual, the warm weight of her on my thighs, the way she’s looking at me, her hand wrapped around my fucking cock – it all makes my eyes roll to the back of my head as my hips buck up into her grip.

Lois makes a noise like she’s contemplating. “Hmmm,” she hums, her hand still sliding up and down torturously slowly. “If someone has to be restrained… Why does it have to be me?”

That glint in her eye is almost my undoing.

“It doesn’t have to,” I say in a strained tone.

She giggles, letting go of my shaft.

I almost weep.

But then, she’s very busy searching for something among the scattered clothes on the bed. When she finds what she’s looking for, she advances on me with a deliciously wicked look in her eye. Honestly, she could be about to saw a horn off, and I think I’d let her right now.

Thankfully, this does not happen.

Instead, after she is done, I am left with my arms above my head, wrists crudely bound using a leather belt and a knotted silk scarf, attaching me to the headboard of the bed.

Lois beams down at me, looking pleased with herself.

It is very cute that she thinks this would hold me back from her.

I give my restraints a performative tug. The headboard creaks loudly.

I give her a look.

Thankfully, my Lois is an intelligent female and quickly realizes this will just not do. She tilts her head, tapping her chin, contemplating as she looks down at me. “Okay, so full sex would be too much for you right now?”

I hate myself.

Clenching my jaw, I nod my head.

Scooting back over my body, Lois pushes up my shirt so she can admire my chest. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” she murmurs to herself. I am not sure why my temperature would elicit such a reaction, but by the way her eyes are devouring me, and by the way her hands smooth up and down my chest and stomach, I think it is a good thing. “We could go old-school, and just-”

I suck in a breath as she starts to move her clothed cunt up and down my cock.

“Lois,” I grunt, not being able to control the way my hips rise in time with her rhythmic grinding motion. The bedframe creaks with the pressure from my bindings. “Lois, Goddess above, you are torturing me right now.”