"Seriously? You're gonna put me on a sex ban? Please Zayne, we both know you won't last a week."
"Zayne this-this isn't fair!" Your protests are accompanied with the sounds of you straining against the handcuffs. Your face is pressed against the pillow, hands behind your back. You'd thought he was finally giving in when he'd pulled your clothes off and bent you over.
You should have known he had something up his sleeve.
"You need to relax. I don't want to hurt you." He murmurs, popping the lid of the lube open and pouring some onto your tight entrance. Your pussy is throbbing, but of course it goes ignored.
"Z-Zayne please t-touch me..." You whimper, biting your lip as he slowly eases a finger in. Sure, it feels good, but you can't cum like this, and he knows it.
"I am touching you. If I recall, there used to be a time you begged for this, yes?" He's right of course. You had begged to try this, and normally you were a fan. But as a punishment? It's torture.
Before you can protest again, he adds a second finger, making you nearly choke on your saliva. Zayne pauses, free hand rubbing your lower back before it slides up to interlock with yours.
"Tell me if it's too much. If you behave..." Hope shoots through you at his words, getting wetter by the second. You focus on your breathing as he pulls his fingers out, his tip replacing them.
Zayne squeezes your hand as he slides in. It doesn't hurt, in fact, it feels good enough that you moan once he bottoms out, so delighted by the fullness of him. You wait patiently for him to start moving, but nothing happens.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?"
