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I could make him watch while I get myself off, and deny him.
The idea has some merit. I keep it in my head as I watch him twist, looking at me with confusion.
“You begged for a touch. I touched you—”
“I—ohfuck.” He glares at me, and I see the tip of his cock flare, fluid that looks very close toactualcum starting to slide down his shaft. “God, I’m going to come without you touching me—fuck, don’t do that to me—”
His accent thickens as he speaks, an Irish burr that laps over my skin and makes me squirm with desire even more, wanting to tighten my thighs together, roll my hips against him, pull the leather to one side, and rub that piercing over my clit. I can only imagine how good it would feel, how quickly it would make me come.
“Tell me what you want.” I reach out, and his eyes close on another hiss of breath.
“Wrap your hand around it. Stroke me until I—fuck, I’ll come on your hand, I don’t care. Just stroke me like a good girl—”
My hand jerks back, and I laugh softly, deep and husky in my throat, as I lean back at the foot of the bed, spreading my legs so he can see the soft folds of my pussy with the leather between them. “You don’t call me that in here,” I tell him in that low, seductive voice, my fingers rubbing over the outside of the leather. “Icall the shots in here. And now, because of that, you’re going to watch while I enjoy what you won’t beg for.”
Finn’s eyes go so round I could have almost laughed. I canseethe struggle on his face. He doesn’t know whether to be pissed that I’m not touching him or aroused that I’m touching myself, or both. As I rub my fingers over the leather, pressing it against my clit, I know it’s going to be an effort for me to draw it out.
“Fuck—” he groans under his breath. “Oh god—”
His cock is twitching madly as I arch into my touch, the leather between my thighs clearly darkened from my arousal, and I can see that he’s struggling to hold onto his orgasm. When I nudge the leather aside, letting him see my wet, swollen flesh, my clit throbbing with the need to be touched, he lets out a groan of need so deep that I can feel it in my bones.
“I saw you up there,” he rasps, his gaze intent on me as I start to rub my fingers around my clit, circling it. “On the stage. Doing exactly that.” He licks his lower lip, and I can see him imagining what I’d taste like. “I’ve never seen anyone look more beautiful touching themselves.”
I let the smile spread across my lips as I dip my fingers down into my entrance, letting him hear the wet sound, scissoring my fingers into myself as I spread my folds wide for his view, allowing him to see everything he’s not getting to touch or taste. Everything he mightneverget to touch or taste, depending on if he comes back, and I should know better than to feel that flicker of disappointment at the idea of never seeing him again.
“You wish these were your fingers, don’t you?” I tease him, sliding them back up to my clit, rubbing with more intent now. “Or your tongue. You want to know what I taste like, don’t you?” A little more pressure on my clit, my hips rising up, rocking inches away from his cock, and I can see it throbbing madly, the flesh taut around his piercing, so much pre-cum streaming from his tip that he’s made a mess of the bed. “God, I’m so wet. I bet it would feelsogood around your cock. All that tight, wet heat—” I moan, rolling my hips against my hand. “Me coming around your cock—”
“Fuck.” Finn’s eyes are fixed on me, gleaming with lust, his body taut as a plucked guitar string, his cock straining. “God, don’t let me come like this,please—”
“You better hang onto it then,” I breathe. “Because I’m not going to stop untilIcome first.”
His groan fills the room, low and desperate, and that pushes me over the edge, the sound of his need, howmuchhe both wants and doesn’t want—wanting to come and wanting to hold back all at once, and I tip my head back, moaning as I hold myself open so he can see every second of my orgasm, my pussy tightening on nothing as I buck upwards on a cock that’s not there, letting him imagine thrusting in me this very second—
“Oh god, just fucking touch me,please—” Finn’s voice is desperate, thick. “God, I need to fucking come—”
I pull my hand away from my fluttering clit, dragging two fingers drenched in my arousal around the tip of his cock, and he lets out a breathless moan. “Yes,yes—”
I want him in my mouth, and I decide that he deserves it for begging. I lean forward, my hands on his thighs, my warm breath on his twitching cockhead, and from the agonized look on his face, I think he might come just from that for a moment before I finally dip my head, running my tongue over the swollen flesh and up to the piercing.
Finn’s curse fills the room, followed by a deep moan, his hips thrusting as he pushes his cockhead against my lips. “Suck it,god, please—”
I shove my hands against his hips, holding him still. “Lay still,” I warn him, lips and tongue moving teasingly against his flesh as I speak. I can taste his pre-cum, and he tastesgood, good enough that I might let him come in my mouth. “You’re not in charge of this,” I remind him again, and he moans, twisting on the bed as he looks down at me helplessly.
And then I slide my lips around the tip of his cock, tongue toying with the piercing as I finally give him the suction he so desperately needs, and I see his hands clench as he jerks at the cuffs, twisting against the bed as his mouth opens on a groan of utter pleasure as I feel him suddenly start to flood my mouth with cum.
I want to swallow it. I want to sink my lips down further, take him in my throat, and swallow every drop of his cum. The reflexive thought startles me with the intensity of it, the way it makes me shudder with desire all over again.
But he didn’t ask. He didn’t even warn me, and I can’t reward that. Not here, not when I’m the domme, not when he hasn’t behaved atalllike a submissive should.
I tear my mouth away from his cock, hearing him moan in shuddering protest as I stroke him instead, the spurts of his cum splashing over the sheets as he throbs and jerks in my fist, straining for the sucking pleasure of my mouth that he’s been denied. “Why—ohfuck—” he moans as I squeeze the base of his cock, fingers rippling upwards as I stroke him with every bit of skill I possess, knowing it’s still not as good as what I took away.
He’s panting by the time he’s finished, the last of his cum dripping onto the sheets as I let go of him, slipping off of the bed and going to undo his cuffs.
“God, that was—” Finn looks at me, that vague look of confusion still on his face. “I don’t—”
“You have time left.” I glance at the clock. “If you want a little time to rest—”
Finn grimaces suddenly, sitting up and rubbing his wrists absently, his softening cock against his thigh. “I’ll just head out, I think,” he says suddenly, his accent still thick and rasping. “I—uh—thank you?”
