chapter 26
Iselyn
So far, I’ve made absolutely no progress in irritating Matleon. If anything, he’s the one irritating me, which I do not support at all.
I draw a big, angry cross over the second point as well. Neither making him angry nor ignoring him is working.
My eyes drift to the third point. “Punish him by sexually frustrating him.” How exactly am I supposed to do this one?
Wen startles me when she suddenly speaks right above my head. “Yes. Do it.”
I’m sitting on the garden swing. I glance at her as she settles beside me. “Is your practice done?” I ask. She usually spends her evenings buried in piano practice.
She nods, then grins. “So, how are you planning to do this one?”
“That’s exactly what I’m thinking about,” I mutter, staring at my phone.
“I have an idea, I saw it in videos.” She snaps her fingers, practically bouncing with excitement. Wen and Avi are always thrilled at the idea of making Matleon’s life difficult. Not that there’s no bonding between them, they love each other deeply, but they love pulling his leg even more.
“Tie him to the bed and do R-rated stuff,” she giggles.
I grin. “Genius idea.”
Then reality hits. “Wait. How will I tie him?” Forcing Matleon is impossible.
“Use handcuffs. Just somehow make him fall onto the bed and close the cuffs instantly.”
I nod, already calculating the odds of success.
“But I don’t have handcuffs.”
“Don’t worry about that. We can order them anytime.” She pulls out her phone.
Less than two minutes later, she orders pink fur handcuffs.
“Leo is going to get the shock of his life. Please, please click a photo for me, Leo tied to the bed in pink handcuffs.”
I laugh, staring ahead while my mind drifts into vivid imagination.We move the swing lightly backward and forward.
“How’s your practice going?” I ask her.
“It’s going fine. I’m nervous and excited about the event.”
“Why so?”
“It’s… important.”
“Important?”
She goes silent for a moment, then chuckles. “Every event is important for an artist.”
I nod, sensing she’s hiding something. The reason behind her excitement and nervousness isn’t simple.
Matleon
The moment I open the door to my room, someone covers my eyes. I grin. “Wow, Angel. So you’ve finally given up on treating me cold?”
“Something like that. I want to tell you something.”
“Is this something related to the happiness of my dick?”
“I don’t know if you’ll feel happy or not.”
She guides me to sit on the bed, then turns off the lights with a voice command.
“Are we going to do something kinky?” I mutter, holding her soft ass in front of me.
“I want to try something with you. But don’t think of it as anything else, it’s just physical.”
I frown. I don’t want anything just physical with her, but let’s see what she has in mind. This isn’t just a little fishy. I’m in a fish market, everything’s fishy here.
She pushes me onto the bed. I fall back, but because I’m holding her soft ass in my hands, she lands on top of me. I squeeze her over her shorts. Her heart thuds loudly against my chest. I want to believe it’s just because of our close proximity, but I know my little Angel is up to something.
She grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from her ass, and pins them above my head. I’m not so dumb as to not guess what’s coming next. She cuffs my wrists to the bed.
“Not bad,” I say lazily. “So what now? Planning to ride my dick?”
She turns on the lights and steps away from me. “How about we watch a movie together?”
I raise a brow, watching the mischievous curve of her smile. If I had to choose between all the versions of her I’ve seen in the past month, I’d pick this one over every other.
I shift slightly on the bed and glance up at my wrists. Pink, flimsy handcuffs. She must’ve ordered them from a sex-toy shop, which means she has no idea I could snap them without much effort.
I let a smile tug at my lips. Let her have her moment.
She presses the start button on the remote. The plain horizontal panel on the wall transforms into a large screen. She connects her phone and starts a video.
One minute in, and I already know what it is. “You want to watch porn with me?” I ask, amused.
She nods, cheeks flushed, but her posture confident.
“Alright,” I say. “But I have a condition. Whatever they do first is what we repeat.”
She snaps her head toward me, instantly pausing the video. “No.”
I smirk. “Yes. Or you can turn it off right now.”
She mirrors my smirk. “Sorry, Mr. Matleon. You’re tied up in pretty pink handcuffs. You don’t get to decide what happens to you.”
I laugh. “We’ll see, baby. What can happen, and what can’t.” My eyes lock onto hers. “I’m telling you beforehand. Whatever they do first, I’m doing that to you.”
She ignores me and resumes the video. A woman is seducing a man in a very vulgar way. But that’s not what’s worth watching, the reaction of my Angel is. She frowns, scrunching her nose in clear disapproval. I chuckle.
She looks at me. “No one talks like that,” she mutters, then turns her attention back to the TV.
The woman makes the man lie down on the bed.
I chuckle again. “So this is your inspiration. Good. Let’s see what you want me to do next.”
“I don’t want you to do anything. This is not my inspiration,” she snaps.
The woman removes her clothes, leaving herself in nothing but stockings.
“You’re not wearing those,” I point out lazily.
“Shut up, Matleon, and focus on the video.”
“Dominating like this woman,” I murmur. “Not bad. I’m getting a very nice lecture on your sexual preferences.”
The woman on screen sits on the man’s face.
“That’s it, Angel,” I say smoothly. “Now remove those shorts and your little wet panty and sit on my face. I need to eat your pussy.”
My dick very clearly approves the idea. And so does her pussy, the way she’s clenching her milky thighs tells me everything. In 2051, when we have showing, we don’t need telling.
“Come, Angel.”
“You’re tied up, Matleon,” she smirks. “Can’t you understand your situation clearly?”
I smirk back. “I’ll count to ten. Either you give me your pussy, or I’ll fuck you.”
She raises a brow.
I start counting. “One. Two. Three.”
She frowns.
“Four. Five. Six.”
She moves away from me. Smart woman. She always knows when things are in her control, and when they aren’t.
“Seven. Eight. Nine.”
She slides off the bed and sprints out of the room. I shout after her, laughter thick in my voice. “Run, Angel. Today, I’ll fuck you if I catch you. Ten.”
I pull my hands, and the cuffs snap apart at the middle. The first thing I do is turn off the fake moaning of the woman on the TV. Then I find the keys to the handcuffs and unlock them.
Finally, I start my chase.