#c.senku

I’m talking full setup: arms tied above your head, spreader bar for your legs, automatic dildo thrusting into you at a relentless, mind-numbing pace, while a vibrator stays pressed to your clit as he switches between licking you slowly and using his fingers to flick, pinch, and toy with your nipples.

It’s a constant battle in your head: give in to him completely, or keep mouthing off in the desperate hope it’ll earn you what you want.

And he’s so, so terribly mean about it.

Making you cum over and over again, pushing you past your limits time and time again, only to laugh at the dumb, fucked-out babbling spilling from your lips.

Not that he cares about what you're saying anyway.

Really—your request wasn’t that hard, was it?

You just wanted to suckle on his pretty pink tip, to lick and gag on the length of his cock—

“Learn how to use that mouth,” he spits at you.

Too bad he’s got you gagged with something else instead.

You whine uselessly around the fabric, drool soaking through it, spilling past your lips and down your jaw. Your body tries to writhe despite the restraints, hips jerking helplessly.

“You like that, don’t you,” he says, almost fond, like it’s obvious. “All pouty and mad, but your body’s being so good for me. Pretty fucking needy for someone pretending they hate this.”

You only glare at him, then turn your head away on purpose, brows knit and jaw set.

He just sighs.

Such a shame—he was just starting to feel nice.

Oh well.

He turns the dial on the vibrator, and the sound you make is broken and wrecked, a cry you can’t swallow back.

It’s okay, you like it this way.