Chapter 18
Sunny
His eyes are glued, absolutely fucking glued, to my naked pussy, as I bring my fingers down between my legs to touch myself. And despite trying his very best not to react, his hard-on still twitches the moment I start rubbing myself.
Clearing his throat, he looks away.
Already embarrassed? That’s quick.
“Keep your eyes on me, Atreus,” I warn. “Or there will be consequences.”
“Like what?” he scoffs.
“I have a million different ways to make a man cry … for his mommy or for an orgasm. Your pick.”
His brows furrow, but as I roll my fingers around, he’s clearly affected, judging from the Adam’s apple in his throat going up and down.
Licking my lips, I slip my fingers down my wetness and spread it all over, then dip inside.
He pushes himself further into the chair, as if he’s annoyed I’m forcing him to witness this …
that I’m pushing his limits beyond his comfort.
And I just can’t wait to fucking try out my new toy.
But I’ll take my fucking time to get him used to me.
I step backward and hover over the dong I smashed onto his little table, then spread my legs right above it.
Under his watchful eye, I lower myself on top of it and moan out loud as I sink down on it.
He swallows, and his cock bobs up and down against his own pants as I begin to gyrate around the toy, while I keep my gaze fixated on him.
I want him to enjoy the discomfort, seethe in his hatred for how much he’s going to desire me.
My ideal man is built, and I just found the perfect mold.
A handsome, irate man obsessed with justice, dead-set on destroying all that’s wrong within this world, and he’s made me the object of his devotion.
How could I not be absolutely bewitched?
I want to reward him.
But first, he’s gotta learn how to play along nicely instead of wanting to bite my head off like a bad dog. I have to train him to behave.
“You look good all tied up, Atreus.”
“You think I care?”
I roll around on the dildo until it’s nice and wet while I tilt my head back and let my fingers do their work on my most sensitive spot. He’s still looking at me with disdain, but his flopping length reveals his interest. That’s why I exposed it.
“You do. That’s why you can’t take your eyes off me.”
I want him to be embarrassed and to know he’s no longer in charge of the solution.
“You told me not to look away.”
“And who made you listen?” I tilt my head.
His nostrils flare, and he attempts to look away again, so I throw a knife into his chair, right beside his ear, cutting off a few strands of hair.
“My knife,” I muse. “Now look at me.”
He groans in his seat, fumbling against the restraints I put on his wrists. Like that’s going to work.
“So you can terrorize me?”
I swirl my fingers over my wetness. “So I can show you what you’re missing out on.”
His dick twitches again and again until it’s finally erect all on its own, and I’m impressed. Clearly, he fought tooth and nail to stop it from happening, and it took him long enough.
“I didn’t ask you to invade my house,” he points out.
“No, you begged me to invade your heart when you made that appearance,” I say.
“You’re delusional.”
“Dream big,” I say, feasting my eyes on that thick, juicy cock of his.
He doesn’t just have the length, but the girth too. This little toy will pale in comparison, and I can hardly wait.
“You’re actually playing with yourself in my goddamn house.”
“And enjoying it thoroughly,” I quip.
“Why?”
“Because I want to. And you will enjoy it too if you want your information.”
“I’m going to arrest you when I get out of this chair,” he says.
“Oh please, you can’t even stop that cock of yours from dancing for me. How are you going to stop me?”
His rage only turns me on more as he begins jerking around the whole damn chair, but I continue thrusting onto the dildo until it’s nice and wet, and my orgasm is so damn close my whole body begins to shiver.
“Fuck, come here,” he growls.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You can’t stop seething because of the fun my pussy is having without you,” I say, chuckling. “Go on, then. Beg for it.”
“Fuck you, in your dreams,” he retorts.
“I’ll be arresting you in yours,” I say with a wink.
His lips part, but no words fall out.
“Cat got your tongue?” I muse, bringing my fingers to my lips so I can taste myself.
His hard-on twitches once more, and a droplet of pre-cum rolls down the tip.
“Hmm … Delicious.” I lick my finger, then bring it back down between my legs again.
“You’re insane.”
“Insanely attracted to you. And I love watching you squirm in your seat to try to escape the building arousal.”
“Arousal? Fuck no. This is pure, unadulterated rage,” he growls.
My brow rises. “I can see that.”
His face is slowly starting to grow redder and redder, but I can’t tell if it’s because of the anger or the lust flooding his body. Maybe both. Both is good.
“Dream on,” he grits, and he turns his head.
“Atreus. Eyes.”
I’m sure he remembers the warning I gave him, because his eyes immediately shoot back to mine.
I gyrate on the toy and roll my hips around until I’m close, then rub my clit and moan out loud as the droplets of pre-cum begin to profusely roll down his shaft.
He groans in frustration as he leans out of the chair in an effort to get closer, like a beggar looking for scraps.
His length bobs up and down against his pants, soiling the fabric, and the mere sight of him helplessly tied to the chair while hating the living fuck out of me brings me to new heights.
As my fingers flick back and forth, the orgasm washes over my body, goose bumps scattering across my skin.
His tongue swiftly dips out to lick his lips, and he swiftly hides it, but I definitely fucking noticed. He’s salivating at the mouth from my little show, and I let out another moan and sink down fully so my juices flood the table beneath the toy.
When I’m done, I pull away and look back at my impressive display. It’s absolutely covered in filth. Perfect.
I pull it off the table and take more out of my bag.
“What are you doing?” he asks, leaning in as far as he possibly can just to look.
“Curious?” I say, as I hold up the face strap.
His eyes widen in panic, and as I approach, he shakes his head. “Stay back.”
“You wanted nothing but to get closer just seconds ago,” I say.
He slams his mouth shut and grinds his teeth, but his eyes and that dripping shaft of his told me all I needed to know. He wants this, whether he likes it or not.
I bend over in front of him.
“You’re a fucking criminal. You get one inch closer, and I’ll—”
The moment my tongue runs along the length, his words turn to silence, and I smile as I reach the tip and lick it all up.
I glance up at him from beneath my mask. “You were saying?”
He’s gripping the armrests so tightly he might rip them off.
I chuckle. “That’s what I thought.”
I give it another lick until it bounces against my tongue, desperate for more, and I lean back to watch him struggle in his seat.
“You secretly love it when a woman takes charge. In your mind, you’ve already pictured what it would be like if I made you come with my tongue alone.” I hover over the tip, mouth open.
“No,” he says through gritted teeth.
Lies.
All lies.
I lean up and look him dead in the eyes. “Bad boys don’t get their dicks sucked if they can’t admit they’re into it.”
Damn, that fire in his eyes burns with rage.
I love it.
“I’m not,” he says.
“Another lie … Pity.”
I straddle him again while pushing the toy into the face strap, and I bring it into view, waiting for the panic to settle on his face.
“Guess you want to be punished instead.”
Atreus
Holy shit, she just fucked that thing right in front of me.
What is she planning to do with it?
“What is that?”
Before I can close my mouth, she shoves the dildo inside, slipping it down my throat.
It’s hard and tastes of sweet pussy. Hers.
Fuck.
I groan as she forces it in place and wraps the gag around my head, sealing it tightly.
“Now you can taste me since I’ve tasted you …”
I can’t fucking swallow without gagging from the sheer size of this thing resting on my tongue, and it makes me choke.
She slaps my cheek. “Such a good boy. You’ll get used to the feeling of a dick on your tongue.”
My cheeks flush with heat, but every time I try to focus on something else, that dong inside my mouth reminds me of the fact that she just rode it to orgasm … and I’m currently tasting the aftermath while the lust violently surges through my body.
Fuck, I hate how she’s reduced me to nothing but a plaything for her to use however she sees fit.
I jerk the straps behind the seat, but every movement only tightens them further.
The mystery woman suddenly curls up on my lap and slips her pussy along my length, causing insufferable greed to take over.
Fuck. I want her to fuck me, and I don’t even know her fucking name.
What is wrong with me?
“How do I taste, Atreus?” she murmurs as she rolls her hips all over my shaft.
I moan from the way she moves, but every sound I make vibrates through the dildo and siphons more of her sweetness down into my throat, like a goddamn aphrodisiac meant to turn me into a savage.
And fuck … it’s nearly working all right.
My muscles strain against the bonds that keep me in place, while she keeps gyrating on top of me, just like she did to the thing that’s in my mouth.
Fuck, I’m losing it. I’m losing my ability to resist, and I grumble impatiently.
“What … you want me to fuck you, Atreus? Is that what you want?” She tilts her head and lifts herself off my lap, forcing me to endure several bouts of twitching, as the pre-cum drips from the tip. Fuck me, it’s turning me into a rabid animal.
She flicks my length with her sharp nails, and I jolt up and down in the seat. “I told you I could make any man beg for it,” she whispers into my ear. “Now beg.”
“Pwww …” I gurgle. “Pwww.”
She giggles. “I can’t hear you.”
Fuck this woman. Fuck her. Of course, she can’t hear me with this dong halfway down my throat.
“Louder,” she whispers, coyly playing with the droplets rolling down my shaft.