his hands were trailing up your thighs, even though the marks weren’t visibly seen, you felt them. felt the soft trailing of his hands follow you all the way up. you were wrecked with anticipation.

“stop teasing, elliot!” you said, eyes shut, squirming at his touch.

“why should i, baby?” he mocked, tone condescending. “you had no problem doing it to me when we were with jules and rue earlier.”

“i’m sorry!” you begged, throat growing dry at the urge to cry.

”i know, doll, i know.” he teased, thumb now rubbing harsh, slow circles at your clit. it was so much, yet so little.

“elliot! please!” you cried, thoughts wanting to cave in at the static pleasure you were feeling.

“let me see that pretty pussy, hm?” he finally listened to your begs, teasing over and done with when he started removing your underwear.

“my baby’s been so good to me, i should give her a prize, huh? should i?” he asked, taking your chin with his hand.

”mhm” you nodded your bear vigorously.

“then that’s what my baby’ll get, good?” he asked, and you nodded even more excited than ever.