Angel takes my hands, lifting them above my headand securing them to the headboard with the attached handcuffs. She then secures my feet before wrapping a blindfold over my mask.
She leans in and murmurs in my ear, “I hope you’re ready, pet. Remember the rules: you’re not allowed to come until I let you. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Use your words, pet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She taps my cheek. “Good boy.”
The bed dips as she climbs up to settle her knees on either side of my head. I let out a shaky breath, my tongue darting out to swipe along my lips. I’m desperate for her to lower her sweet cunt so I can feast on her, but instead, she hovers above me, with her hand resting on my chest, and I wait with bated breath. I’m so fucking hard, it’s painful.
“Ah, fuck!” My body bucks up off the bed as cold metal clamps down on my left nipple. I clench my teeth, breathing through my nose.
“Do you remember the traffic lights?” Angel murmurs.
“G-green,” I grit out. The pain is not unbearable, but I just need a fucking minute. Sweat beads on my forehead.
“Do you need a distraction, pet?” she asks innocently.
“Mmm… yes.”
The words have barely escaped my lips before her dripping pussy is rubbing against them. I moan as I give it a languid lick before burying my tongue deep inside her. She tastes so fucking delicious, but it’s not enough of adistraction as she latches the second clamp onto my right nipple. My arms jerk, pulling against the cuffs holding me in place.
Her sweet cunt muffles my curses, but I don’t stop eating her out. Fuck, I could live off her pussy. I graze my teeth over her clit, loving the way she grinds down against me. My cock weeps, dripping down my shaft, but I try to focus on the pain of my aching nipples so I don’t break the rules.
“You’re taking your punishment so well, pet,” Angel moans, rocking against my mouth. She tweaks the nipple clamps, and my body bucks again. As if getting off on my pain, her juices coat my tongue, dripping down my chin. “Such a good boy,” she cries, riding out her release.
My stomach flips, pride flooding through me as I increase my ministrations on her cunt, licking and nibbling, lapping up every last drop of her. When her body stops shaking, she climbs off and removes my blindfold. I blink as the low light assaults my eyes.
“Are you going to act like a brat again?” she asks, her smile saccharine as she tweaks the clamps once more.
“N-no, ma’am,” I choke out.
“Are you sure?” She tweaks the other.
“Y-yes, ma’am.”
Angel leans down and licks a path down the centre of my chest. “Do you think you’ve earned your reward?”
I swallow, my balls drawing up painfully. I’m in desperate need of release, but I’m afraid of blowing the moment she touches me.
“When I ask you a question, pet, I expect an answer,” she admonishes, pouting.
Clearing my throat, I nod. “Yes, ma’am. I think I’ve earned my reward.”
Her eyes twinkle behind her mask as she smiles. She releases the clamps before reaching for the key and unlocking the cuffs around my wrists. I ignore the need to rub my sensitive skin, instead focusing on the gorgeous woman settled between my legs. She’s still wearing the corset, and I watch the rise and fall of her breasts as her eyes drift over my tortured nipples.
“Since you’ve been such a good boy,” she murmurs, stroking my face with her delicate fingers. “You can decide what your reward is. Do you want my pussy or my mouth?”
My control snaps, and my hands hook around her thighs, lifting her and sinking her down on my cock in one slick move. I groan as her tight cunt squeezes around me. “I choose your pussy and your mouth,” I growl, claiming her lips as I thrust deep inside her.
Euphoria makes every member submit regular health checks, and there’s nothing I love more than feeling her bare.
Our tongues tangle, and the thought of her tasting herself on me has my balls drawing up. Her nails scratch down my back, and she bites down on my bottom lip. “Hold it, pet. Not yet.”
The way she grinds down on my rock-hard cock is torture. My heart rate is erratic as I fight to hold off my release. Her kisses steal my breath away. The room spins, but I’m determined to behave. I don’t want to make my angel angry. Not being able to touch myself at the memory of her over the past month had me tense and onedge. Enough so that I almost got red-carded from a match for the first time since making the Beckford U team.
