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My hand slipped between her thighs and I squeezed her gently, working her slowly back to the edge we just crested, and I knew she expected something far more brutal. I fucking loved sex, but I craved control more. And passions could be incited too fast, then the pleasure was over without that beautiful, edging tease. I inhaled her sweet, soft scent and glossed her lips with my sticky fingers, only to lick them clean though I didn’t kiss her, tasting the residue of her last orgasm.
"You taste sweet, Toy. Maybe tomorrow, it will be my tongue instead of my fingers. On your knees."
Sylvie shivered, holding my arm like she might fall off the edge of the world if she didn’t dig her nails into my skin for purchase "You want me to go down on you?" She reached for my straining cock, and I caught her wrist in a loose grip.
"On your knees," I repeated in a harsh voice. She sat there, staring at me. Narrowing my eyes, I twisted my fingers into her hair, right at the roots and held her tight. The little tiny trigger of pain seems to wake her up. "On. Your. Knees," I growled right in her face. "Do you want to be my Toy, Sylvie? Toys do as they are asked with no questions. They're there to be played with and to look pretty. Do it well enough and I'll play with you often. I don't break my toys. And if you don't want to be my toy then I. Will. Fucking. Ruin. You." I glared down at her, putting everything I hated about my loss of control over myself when it came to her in that stare.
Sylvie's breath hitched, her pretty eyes dilating. She slipped off my lap, color rushing to her cheeks. The scent of her need wound its way between us, and I could've sworn she just came again.
Filing that information away for later, I opened my legs. She knelt as I asked and looked up at me expectantly, half reaching for my cock, but I slapped her hand away. "I said on your knees. I didn't give you any other instructions than that."
I sent her a warning look, and she rested back onto her heels. Her hands were upturned on her thighs, confusion etched in her eyes. I pressed my finger across her lips, silencing her. She closed her mouth, though not before she flicked the tip of her tongue across my fingertips.
"You’re a good Toy," I murmured, running my other hand idly through her hair to massage her scalp.
She moaned softly, pressing into my touch. I didn’t fight the cold smile that crossed my lips. Such a perfect little submissive.
Sylvie might be all fireworks and fight on the outside, but on the inside... She watched as I pulled a marker from my desk and went to town, scrawling insults and designing shameful words all over her skin until she trembled with arousal and need at my barest touch.
How fast you’ve broken for me.
Or perhaps we broke for each other and this was the result of months of accumulated need. I capped the marker and put it away, resuming my massage of her scalp. She broke her silence and moaned softly but didn't fight against the ropes, only rubbing her cheek into my palm when I cupped her chin to look into her eyes.
"Such a beautiful Toy." I dropped my hands to her thighs, and pressed gently across the softer skin inside. “Open wider for me."
She swallowed and awkwardly wiggled to complete her task, displaying her glistening pussy to my eyes.
"Perfect." I had no intention of shaming her, even though I knew she felt a little humiliated.
I sat back in my desk chair, running my hand over the front of my shorts as I watched her. The slight confusion edging her expression was still there; I knew she expected me to yank down my shorts and come over her. She wasn't wrong, and I’d either come on her or use her throat in a minute. But this time was about getting to know what her limits were, and where I could safely push her. It also gave me a hell of a lot of pleasure to see her tied up, restricted and suffering for me.
My fucked-up sense of control shone through and I needed it.
I rubbed myself gently over my shorts, learning when her confusion turned to understanding, her eyes leaving her study of the straining denim to meet my face. Slowly I freed my cock to her eyes. "So beautiful. Don't move.”
Huge, wide eyes looked up at me as her lips parted before she caught herself.
Cock hungry little Toy.
I tapped the head of my cock on her lips and pressed in a little. She kept her mouth soft and let me feed my length between them, slowly working myself up as she sucked, gently hollowing her cheeks and never taking her eyes off me.
She could have pushed, or rushed me, but we’d kissed and fucked around enough that she knew when I needed to slow us the fuck down, and I was grateful. My heart swelled as I sank into the wet heat of her mouth and tried to breathe.
“You’re perfect, Sylvie.”
The look of utter adoration she gave me broke the last remnants of my control. She wanted filthy last night and I offered that now, fisting her hair and slamming my cock down her throat until she choked, backing off just enough to give her a chance at a fresh breath before I came. She swallowed around me, her body shivering as I released my seed, and she came again with me, this time without her hands or mine.
A little cum trickled out of her mouth and I swiped it across the tops of her breasts as she sucked sweetly, cleaning me. My over sensitized glans nearly burst, my nuts already refilling at the stimulation. I withdrew carefully, cupping the back of her neck and leaning down to graze my mouth across her temple.
“That was so beautiful. I’ve got work to do. Sit, and be a good Toy for me until I’m ready to play with you again.” I squeezed her nape, adding emphasis to my words, praying my eyes communicated everything I needed her to see that I couldn’t say.
These walls weren’t innocent, and fuck knew if my brother left a device in my room the last time he entered without my permission.
Personal note: change the locks.
For now, I had an assignment to complete and a Toy to play with.
Not necessarily in that order.
