♱Ravebaby♱

my hand on your thigh under the table while he reminds me that his daughter is a “responsible and respectful girl”

tightening my grip as my mind flashes back to you just hours before, on your knees begging to be used. arms tied behind your back while you gagged on my cock. tears streaming down your cheeks while you took me down your throat.

you were so loud, so mouthy, whining about how bad you needed me, how desperate you were to be touched.

but now look at you

tied up and trembling, grinding against my thigh like it’s the only thing keeping you sane.

what happened to all that confidence?

too much for you now?

can’t handle a little overstimulation?

i haven’t even taken your panties off, baby, and you’re already soaking through them.

already crying a little because i won’t let you finish.

you keep bucking your hips like i’ll give in.

like i’ll finally rub your clit just right.

but you don’t deserve that.

not yet.

not after the way you acted.

“stay still,” i say against your ear, fingers gripping your thighs tighter as you squirm.

you whimper, try to press closer.

i slap the inside of your thigh, not hard, just enough to make you freeze.

“i said still.”

then i go back to it.

soft circles.

light brushes with my fingertips and the edge of a soft toy.

barely touching, never enough.

over and over.

you beg, voice wrecked, hips twitching.

“please,” you whisper.

“please, i need it.”

i just smile and kiss the corner of your mouth.

“should’ve behaved earlier, sweetheart. now you get to lie there and take exactly what i give you.”