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.”
