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"No, sir. Not until you tell me to."
"And when do you think that's going to happen?"
I let out a laugh that sounds like a beg in disguise. "Soon, I hope."
"Wrong. Oh my, sweet Luna, you are so, so fucking wrong."
He grabs me around the waist, lifting me from the chair and practically drops me onto his desk. With a single tug of his buckle, he pulls off his belt.
I lean back on my elbows, confused, watching as he settles into his desk chair. And then he pulls my feet on either side of him, propping one onto each of the arms of his desk chair.
With his tie loops around one leg, and the belt on the other he binds my feet to his chair, until I'm splayed out on the table in front of him.
"If you want me to untie you, just tell me, okay? Tell me you understand."
I nod. "I understand."
"Good girl. Now, I'm going to fucking devour you, Luna. Make you beg, like the little slut you are."
Then, grabbing handfuls of my ass, he buries his face against me, his tongue ramming so deeply into me,
"Fuck! Kingsley!"
"Scream all you like, Moonshine. I want every decibel. But don't you dare fucking come until I say you can."
His dominance in this moment has my lust erupting like lava all over every single one of my senses, and I lie back as his tongue strums a rhythm I have no control over against my clit and in and out of my pussy.
He alternates between soft, slow, torturous licks with rough, hard, deep thrusts of his tongue deep inside me, fucking me untilI'm quivering, teetering so precariously on the cliff of orgasm, the only reason I haven't fallen is by sheer will.
"Kingsley...God, please..."
"Please, what, sweetheart?"
The orgasm builds like a fire. Higher and higher, hotter and hotter.
"Please. Oh fuck... I need to come... please…"
"Not yet."
He pulls his mouth away, blowing softly and gently on my clit, his fingers replacing his tongue inside me. The combination of the rough and gentle fucks with my brain as much as my body, and my thighs clench around his head.
"Where do you think you're going?" he growls, tightening the ties around my feet as he pushes down on my thighs, spreading me so wide, I feel like I'm splitting down the middle, before returning his fingers inside me, his lips clamping around my most sensitive spot.
"Fuck! God... I.... ohmygodican'tplease..."
"So much for using those words, Luna. You're not making much sense."
"I hate you."
His lips curls against my clit, smirking. "That's too bad, and here I was about to have mercy on you and let you come. Just a little bit... but now I think I'm going to make you wait just a little bit longer."
And he plays with me.
Like I'm his personal little doll, edging me for what feels like hours, sometimes getting me so close, I'm like one stroke away from coming And then he sits back, until I calm down, thigh trembling, out of my mind, whispering his name over and over. Begging. So much begging.
Sometimes I fight against the ties, knowing all it would take would be a single word for him to free me.
But the light restraints holding me physically in place, while the mental need to hold off from coming just to please him drenches every second with an erotic charge that keeps me in the razor thin edge.
