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He had a fondness for strippers, pornstars, groupies would do whatever he wanted but they usually had to get through the crew first, he didn’t particularly want to touch them after that.

You were a woman he’d been eyeing closely for a long, long time. This would be your fourth or fifth time with him, at first it was more vanilla but now he was getting more comfortable, things got dirtier, more stimulating.

You’d already covered his eyes with a blindfold, tied his arms behind his back. He was naked while you were fully clothed, and dragging the rope wrapped tightly around his wrists down to his ankles, making sure it wouldn’t go slack.

“I’m keeping your legs in place,” you spoke in a sultry tone, “can’t have you getting any ideas and fucking me senseless.” You mused, leaning in to kiss his cheek sweetly, leaving a mark behind form your lipstick.

Jonathan purred in response, hips bucking unintentionally as his cock stood high and proud.

You wrapped the rope around his ankles, leaving some wiggle room because you liked seeing his feet kick. You pulled what was left of the rope between his thighs, squished against his calves, and gave it a tug. “That’s a lot of rope to go to waste.” You said, feeling the soft threads against your fingers. “Maybe I don’t let you cum, hm? Keep your dick tied off?” Jon let out a guttural groan.

“Yes, please, I-I’d like that very much.” You smiled proudly at his submission, making quick work of the rope and straining his balls and using the last of it to make a neat little bow around the base of his cock, burying it in his pubes.

“Such a little bitch.” You mused, catching the slight twitch of his cock. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Of course you would like being called a little bitch, disgusting fuck.” You emphasized the name with a sharp slap to his dick. Jon reacted with a yelp.

“Ngh, god, please, don’t do that.” He whined, the dribble of pre-cum down his length a clear sign he didn’t truly mean it.

“Don’t lie, you love it.” You said, slapping him again, and a third time for good measure, each one harder than the last and drawing lewder noises from him. Jon whimpered, but his hips bucked, giving light to his true feelings over your cruel dominance.

He tilted his head to look at you, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he awaited more of your sweet torture. “I love it.” He admitted, cock twitching more. “I love it so much.”

Your grin widened at his submission. “Good boy.” You purred, moving behind him. You wrapped your arms around him, resting you chin on his shoulder while you held his cock. “I should touch you as a reward, shouldn’t I?” You asked, stroking him nice and slow a few times before letting go. “Or should I just talk you through it, huh? See if you can cum untouched~”

“No!” He piped up. “Please don’t do that, I want you to touch me.” He begged, shifting anxiously.

You thought for a moment. “You want me to touch you?” You asked, hand hovering over his length. “Want me to wrap my fingers around your cock, have you jack off to the sound of my voice?” He whined at that, you knew you were going in the right direction. “You want more than that, don’t you? You want me to get in your lap and ride you, huh? Or would you rather do all the work, watch me get off with my toys?” Jon’s growing whines only urged you to continue.

You grabbed his cock with a firm hold, stroking him fast and with little rhythm. “Dirty, dirty boy, getting off to the thought of me.” You scolded, loving the sound of his little breathy moans as you touched him.

“Ah- I-I’m gonna-ngh-hah~ I’m gonna-gonna-hah!” He stammered, hips bucking helplessly.