Page 24 of Two For One

“Don’t fight it, you know you love it,” I grinned, rolling my hips on his cock.

His nostrils flared.

“So predictable,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt slowly, moving my ass over his cock to tease him. “You know me, I can't let you get away with your little outburst.”

Ezra rolled his eyes, still glaring at me.

“Keep acting up and I’ll really make you suffer with no end in sight,” I said, getting off him.

He huffed again, his hands moving quickly. I almost missed what he was saying.

I want to talk.

“Why?” I was confused why this was an issue all of a sudden.

Never mind.

“What the hell is going on?” I grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks together so tight his lips puckered.

He shook his head.

“Is this about the witch?” I snapped.

He pursed his lip, shrugging. I've never said this aloud because I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea, but I wished he could speak too. I didn’t mind learning sign language, it gave us the privacy we needed most of the time. But when we were alone, like this, I craved hearing his pleasure.

“You don’t need to speak, and if you do, don’t do it for her, do it for yourself,” I said, getting angry, hoping she wasn’t the one to put this into his head.

I finished undressing us before I walked to my closet to peruse what I wanted to use today. This was my favorite part, planning how I would torture him. I grabbed a few things, taking my time, wanting Ezra to be thoroughly annoyed.

He struggled for a few minutes, I could hear the restraints pulling at the bed frame. I walked out, inspecting the paddle that had slut written on it. It would leave the word imprinted on him for the night; it drove me crazy seeing all the marks on him.

Ezra glared as I stood at the edge of the bed, watching him. I could feel him wanting me to hurry, but that wasn’t going to happen. He looked gorgeous with his arms stretched above his head, his cock hard, begging to be played with and his body that he took very good care of.

“What is the safe sign?” I trailed my hands over his legs, pushing them up, exposing his hole.

He flipped me off. I chuckled, loving this safe word.

“Don’t forget to use it,” I said, resting a plug against his hole

Since he was in a hurry, I pushed the lubed plug in a little bit, staying there for a moment before forcing the rest of it in.

His body bowed from the intrusion. It wasn’t a big plug which is why I knew he could handle the rough insertion, and Ezra loved a little pain with his pleasure. I pushed his legs down, rubbing his thighs, up around his cock and up his chest. His tattoos rippled with pleasure as I pinched his nipple, watching his breathing get a little labored. I continued this teasing, occasionally breathing on his cock or pinching his nipple.

This continued until he began getting impatient, and then I turned on the plug to the third highest setting, smacking him with the paddle. He opened his mouth like he was moaning. I turned the plug up one more setting, taking his cock into my mouth, hitting him on his other thigh.

Looking up, watching the cords in his neck become more pronounced as I gave him more pleasure than his body knew what to do with. I continued mixing the intensity of the plug and sucking his cock until he was so close to coming all I had to do was breath on his cock. He was flushed, sweat glimmering on his body as he tried to control himself. I almost had him where I wanted him.

“You think you’ve learned your lesson?” I hit his thigh again.

Ezra kept his eyes closed, his jaw clenched tightly.

I smirked. “Alright, I guess we will do this till morning.”

His eyes opened quickly, panic passing just as quickly as it had arrived.

“Now that I have your attention, would you like to apologize for reacting poorly?” I turned on the plug to max intensity.

His body shuddered, his back bowing, and a silent scream. I turned off the plug, watching him sag with relief. I stroked his cock a few times, a spurt of pre-come trailing down his cock.