She would have to wait. Ben needed to be taught a lesson first.
With the strap in place, I removed my foot from his chest, noting the red mark where my heel had been. He grabbed my other shoe from the bed without needing to be told and held it out, an offering to me. I slid my foot inside, resting it on his chest again while he fastened it.
When he’d finished, he wrapped his large hand around my ankle and placed a kiss to my calf, his red stubble rasping against my skin.
I bit back a moan and stepped back, turning around to shimmy out of my underwear. I made a show of bending over to get them past my high heels, gratified when his low growl reverberated around the room.
I faced him once more, stalking toward him.
“Lean forward.”
He did as I asked without complaint. I hooked a leg over one shoulder and then the other, holding onto the footboard of my bed as my pussy hovered an inch away from his mouth.
His fingers dug into my ass as he looked up at me, waiting for further instruction.
“Put your tongue to good use, baby,” I said.
He smiled up at me as he leaned forward. His gaze held mine as he delved into my core with his tongue. I gripped the bed frame as he licked up my slit, reveling in my ability to command and be obeyed.
I let him work me with his tongue, flicking and sucking my clit until I was close. So close. My legs were quivering. His arms were shaking. But I held myself together, unwilling to shatter yet. He had to work for this one. I wasn’t giving into my urge to fall over the edge. Denying myself as much as I planned on denying him.
“Enough,” I breathed.
He pulled away instantly, brushing his lips gently over my thigh. I let my breathing slow before rising from his shoulders, my legs trembling as he steadied me with his hand.
“Get on the bed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he quipped, hopping onto the bed enthusiastically.
I dug into my nightstand, grabbing two pairs of velvet-lined handcuffs and tossing them onto the bed beside Ben.
“What are those for?” he asked.
I searched the drawer, sneaking a peek at him from the edge of my vision. “They’re for you since I can’t trust you to hold still while I have my fun with you.”
“You gonna tie me up so I’m at your mercy, princess?”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
He shook his head vehemently, holding his wrists up for me.
“Good boy,” I said, cuffing him to the bed frame.
I drifted down his body, teasing my way to his cock.
“If your arms or wrists start to hurt, let me know.”
His chin dipped in agreement, and he watched as I brushed my lips over him ever so slightly, his dick twitching as my tongue flicked out to taste him. I opened my mouth wider to take him in fully, and he groaned as I flicked my tongue on the underside of his shaft.
I allowed myself time to play, taking him the way I’d wanted to in the living room. I rolled his balls in my hand, and he squirmed away in an effort to keep from thrusting to the back of my throat.
He cursed as I picked up my pace, my head bobbing as my lips suctioned around him. He tensed under me, but before he could chase his release, I pulled away, leaving him stiff and throbbing.
“Not yet,” I said, stroking him gently with my fingers. Not giving him near the friction he craved.
“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
I chuckled lightly. “Serves you right. If you listened to me the first time, you wouldn’t have to be punished. I want to hear you beg for it, Ben.”
