He lets me guide him, wrists lifted, the steel clinking as I hook them through the rings on the wall. His chest rises with anticipation.
“I think I need to remind you,” I whisper, my mouth close to his ear, “who you belong to.”
My hand comes down on his erection, slapping it hard as he hisses in pain. I run my hands up the length of him, stroking gently.
“You just can’t put all this on display in those slutty sweats.” I slap his cock again, harder this time. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Kitten,” he hisses.
“I’m gonna torture you until your balls are about to explode.” I spit on his cock then lick lightly over the piercings, enough to tease but not enough to truly give him the pleasure he’s wanting. “I’m going to torture you until I know for sure you can be a good boy.”
The words intensify the pulse between my legs. I stand and step back, my eyes glued to the veins protruding from his cock. It’s mine.
My. Fucking. Cock.
“I can’t always give you what you want, Papi,” I coo as I undo the back of my orange bikini top. “You have to earn it.”
Slowly, I drag my middle finger around my areola and watch as his eyes flicker. I bring my middle and ring fingers to my mouth and lick them before rubbing them around my other nipple. The brown peaks harden under the weight of his stare. I slide my fingers down and rub my pussy through the clothing.
“My pussy is so wet for you.” I moan.
I take my time removing every article of clothing until I’m standing naked before him. Primal satisfaction rumbles deep in my belly at the sight of his cock standing hard for me. Warmth floods through my body, and I tend to the aching in my core, sliding two fingers inside.
“Mmmm.” I moan, and Efren tugs against his restraints.
I pull my fingers out and bring them up, my arousal glistening under the room’s neon lights. Pushing them into my mouth, I suck on my own arousal.
“Fuck,” Efren says, a small whimper catching in his throat.
“You want some?” I circle my clit and watch him come undone.
“Undo my handcuffs right now.” he growls.
I walk forward and slap him across the face.
“Ask nicely.”
His head turns back, and the masochist gleam shines through his eyes.
“Please uncuff me so I can fuck that wet pussy,” he pleads.
I slide my fingers back inside myself. The sound of my wet pussy pulls him in as I pump my fingers in and out.
“I wish this was your cock. Filling me. Don’t you want to fill me with your cum?” I moan.
I’m touching myself in all the right places, and while it feels good, it’s not nearly enough for what I want. I’m edging us both, but it’s a losing game for me as the thoughts of him pull me closer to the edge. I close my eyes and pump faster, thinking of all the ways I want to break him down. To make him beg.
“Oh god, I’m so close!” I cry.
The chains from the metal hooks rattle, and a low guttural growl sounds from Efren’s throat.
“Alma, please. Uncuff me,” he begs.
My body’s on the edge, but I stop myself. There’s madness in his eyes, but there’s also a plea.
“Bark,” I command. “Bark like a dog.”
He smiles once. It’s manic but sexy. Then he lets out a bark. Then another. And God this man is breaking me. Every time I think I have control, it turns out he has more. I can’t not touch him. His body is hot and slick with sweat from his attempts to break free. Straddling him, I pull his head back until his eyes are looking up at me.
