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“Oh, fuck!” I squeal and writhe beneath him. “I’m sorry! Stop!” I can’t inhale quickly enough, my breath coming out a long wheeze while Sem’s smiling above me. He’s just loving this.
“Shit!” I’m laughing so hard now that my eyes are running, and my stomach aches from the strain of it. “Stop,stop, I’m begging….”
Sem’s hands are suddenly still, and I catch my breath. “God…dammit, Sem. You’re awful.”
Sem traces a fingertip across my hip, leaving a black streak there, then meets my gaze.
“Caleb was right. You squeal like a girl when tickled.”
“I’m going to kill him,” I hiss, and Sem trails that finger down to my throbbing cock. And all is suddenly forgiven.
“Please,” I whisper, and Sem’s mouth opens slightly, his tongue flicking out, wetting his lips.
“Not until I’m done with my sketch,” he says, and I reach down to stroke myself, but Sem grabs me again. “You won’t lie still, will you?”
“Can’t,” I groan, and Sem shakes his head before grabbing both my hands and pulling them roughly over my head.
My breath hitches. “What are you doing?”
He reaches over into a drawer, pulls out a double cuff zip tie, and slides it over my wrists, restraining me.
The shock of it stuns me momentarily. “Why the hell do you have zip ties in your bedroom, Sem?”
Sem ignores me and instead tightens the restraints and uses another to keep my hands locked above my head. Itshouldn’tbe hot, but itso is. Apparently, I like being tied up. Who knew?
“Do you usually tie up the people you draw?”
“Never have,” he says and then moves off of me, obviously satisfied when I can’t move anymore. “Never drew anyone before I met you.”
“You’re evil,” I mutter, and Sem reaches out and runs a finger across my belly button and then moves to the tip of my cock. His touch makes me wild, but he suddenly withdraws his hand, and I whimper.
“I just need a little more time,” he tells me, and then he’s sketching again. “Patience, Maggie.”
“Pfft, like you’re one to talk. You’re the least patient man I know!”
He ignores me and moves his eyes back to the paper on his lap.
And fuck me sideways, but this whole thing is making me hotter. I have to bite down on my lip to keep myself from begging for it. Because apparently, I want to beg when I’m tied up.
Sem must notice how much I need release. It’s blatantly obvious. But he just smirks at me and continues to sketch. It goes on for ages. It could be minutes or hours, but by the time Sem’s done, I’m sure just one touch from him will make me come.
“Are you finally fucking done?” I ask, irritated and needy.
Sem peeks up at me and shakes his head in disbelief. “It was twenty minutes, Maggie.”
“Felt like two hundred years. Now show me my portrait.”
Sem looks embarrassed for a minute before turning the paper toward me, and I see myself sketched on it. And it's fucking good. Like, he’s super talented.
“Sem,” I breathe, my eyes wide. “You’re really, really good. This is amazing.”
He shifts on the bed, and I want to reach out and touch him but can’t.
“Can I keep it?” I ask.
“If you want it.”
“I do. I fucking want it.”
