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“I’m a bad Catholic, lass, but this feels downright filthy.”
“It’s meant to.” I give him a devilish smile, gesturing as I sit up, giving myself a moment so I don’t risk my knees going out from under me. “I want you facing forward. Back against it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Finn winks at me, striding towards the apparatus, and I take a deep, slow breath, willing my legs not to shake as I stand up and watch as he follows my instructions to the letter.
He is, it seems, a man of his word.
He leans back against the X-shaped cross, his back pressed to it, his cock visibly throbbing. I walk towards him slowly, watching his gaze drag over me, enjoying the thought of what I’m going to do to him. He tormented me—but I can do one better.
After this, he probably won’t come back,I think, and I feel a flicker of regret. But that’s what I need. I need this to be as far separated from anything personal, anything that I couldfeel, as possible. I need this to be nothing but what I would do for a client, and the best way to remind him of his place, to make him want to take his desire elsewhere, is to leave him frustrated.
I cuff him, wrists and ankles, careful not to brush his cock. Finn is breathing shallowly, every muscle rigid, and when I step back, I see his mouth twitch in a smirk.
“I thought this would turn me off, lass, but I think as soon as you touch me, I’m going to lose it.”
“No, you won’t.” I wink at him, retreating just long enough to sift through one of the drawers and pull out a thick plastic ring. Finn makes a noise deep in his throat as I sway back towards him, his eyes widening.
“What the—”
“You said I can do any one thing I want, yes?” I smile at him, and he frowns.
“I think the cuffing me to this counts as the one thing—”
“You tied me up and made me come as many times as you wanted.” I consider my plan, and roll the ring over and over in my fingertips. “Alright. I suppose cuffing you to this and telling you what I had planned next is the same thing—but this will make itsomuch easier for younotto come as soon as I touch you. So what will it be?” I step a little closer, my hand grazing his hipbone, painfully close to his cock. “Becausemyrule is that you have to promise you won’t come until I tell you that you can…anywhere.”
I can see Finn thinking it over, trying to figure out if I’m tricking him somehow, but the glassy, lust-filled look in his eyes tells me that he’s having a difficult time. I can’t blame him…all the blood in his brain has been in his cock for a long time now, and I can imagine he’s starting to feel more than a little foggy.
“Fine,” Finn grinds out. “Only because I don’t want to lose it three seconds into you touching me.”
“Very good.” I smile at him, dragging my tongue over my lower lip, and I see him suck in a breath. I can tell just how much he wants me, how much he’sachingto be touched, and the moment I pour a few drops of oil in my hand, sliding my palm over his throbbing cock in one quick stroke to make it easier to slide the ring over him, I feel his entire body jerk beneath my touch.
“Fuck! Christ, Asha—” He shudders, twisting. “God, it’s so fucking sensitive—”
“Just wait.” I look up at him sweetly, pressing the ring against his cockhead and starting to slide it down, over the veined shaft to the very base, twisting a little as I go. Finn lets out a strangled gasp that sends a flush of pleasure through me, and I settle the ring at the base of his cock, stepping back for a moment to admire my handiwork.
His cock is gorgeous. Thick and long and veined, the piercing through the head and the top of the shaft adorning it, and I reach out, brushing my fingers over the metal. Finn lets out another choked sound, his hips already moving as best as they can while he’s cuffed to the apparatus, but he doesn’t have much range of motion. He can’t thrust against my hand the way he wants to, and I can see that he’s already being driven mad by it.
“This is what gets you off?” he pants, shuddering under my touch. “Driving me…crazy…like this?” His hips twitch again as I toy with his piercing with my fingertips, pre-cum pearling at the tip of his cock, dripping down his already damp shaft. “Fuck—”
“Maybe.” I give him another wicked smile. “I like the way it sounds when you beg. When youneedto come so badly that you’d say anything for it. Didn’t you like hearing that from me?”
Finn glares at me, but he can’t say otherwise. He’d wanted me to beg and plead, too, teased me until I was desperate to come. I watch as he twists under my touch, his jaw clenched against the pleas that I know will spill out of his lips eventually.
My hand closes around his shaft, sliding up over the swollen head, moving in slow, steady strokes that make him moan. “I’ve never played with a pierced cock before, you know,” I tell him lightly, letting my palm rub over the metal. “I like playing with yours.”
Finn tips his head back, groaning. “You can play with it anytime you like, lass. Just—ohgod—” His hips jerk again, his cock throbbing in my touch. “Oh fuck—”
“Oh, no.” I slow my strokes, letting my fingers dance over his straining flesh teasingly. “I told you that you couldn’t come. And I meant it.” His cockhead is dripping steadily now, and I see Finn’s brow furrow, trying to figure out what it is that I mean as he tries to get more friction in my loose grip.
When I lean forward, flicking my tongue over his sensitive tip, the noise he lets out is almost primal.
“God—lass—Asha—” he moans, over and over, as I swirl my tongue around it, teasing the piercing, lapping up the taste of him as I loosely stroke his shaft, my hand dropping lower to toy with his swollen balls. His sounds of tormented pleasure fill the air, and it turns me on all over again, hearing him groan for me as I play with him.
I keep going for a long time, teasing him with fingers and lips and tongue, keeping him rock-hard and leaking pre-cum for me, until his entire body is trembling with an almost painful need.
“Christ, lass, I need to come so badly it hurts,” he gasps, his eyes opening as he looks down at me. His face is taut with lust, his eyes dark and glassy, his muscles straining. His cock is red and swollen, the veins throbbing, and I know if I slipped the ring off, he’d come with one touch.
But that’s not what I have planned for him tonight.
