#sagelander

“I know you won’t. You’re too curious for that.” She gives him a sappy sweet sly smile before shimmying her underwear off from under her oversized t-shirt and crawling onto his lap. His natural instinct is to reach for her hips to steady her but all he does is rattle the chair as the ropes creak but hold. He can feel the heat of her soft pussy radiating even through the thick material of his suit. He gives an eager thrust up…and once again the ropes creak but hold.

“Curious about what? The case of blue balls you’re giving me right now?” His voice cracks slightly at the end when she unfastens his belt and slowly shimmies his pants down his hips. His cock pops out, eager and glowing red. He groans as it hits the chilly air of Sage’s penthouse. He has to close his eyes so he doesn’t nut early when Sage lifts the hem of her shirt just enough for him to see her glistening pussy. It doesn’t help when she doesn’t waste any time guiding his cock between her legs and sitting on it. He grunts, clenching his fist as he tries to hold back. He tries to focus on the heavy scent of all the old books filling her space.

“Hgngn” He makes an incredibly undignified noise when she doesn’t move but instead clenches down on him hard, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure up and down his spine. He thrusts again but the ropes stay in place. He screws his eyes shut even harder when another firm squeeze has heat beginning to build up behind his eyelids. He doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing and why she won’t fucking move.

"That really does make you hard. I can feel you pulsing inside me." She says, with that smug tone that he both hates and adores. Especially right now, when she has him riding a razors edge before they’ve even fucked just by sitting on his lap. She’s pulsing now, first in even intervals, and then once he thinks he has a sense of rhythm she switches it up again. It’s fucking ridiculous how worked up he is. He wants to grab her hips and move her but he can’t. Not unless he snaps the ropes. Sage would immediately stop things and he would really be left with the biggest pair of blue balls in existence.

“Can you please fuck me already.” He murmurs through gritted teeth. He still doesn’t dare trust himself to look at her. Especially when he knows he’ll see those big brown eyes and sly sweet smile, temples already beading with sweat despite her lack of movement. He’s big, and squeezing his cock in her tight pussy is certainly a workout in itself.

“I am fucking you.” She purrs teasingly, reaching back to cup his balls in one of her soft hands, gently toying with them before once again continuing with her exercises. He’s convinced she’s slowly milking the cum from him bit by bit despite him not even having orgasmed yet. He tests his restraints again and very nearly breaks them so he can really pound into her. He knows what exactly will get them both off and record time.

But he doesn’t want to disappoint Sage. So he switches his focus to taking deep breaths, just like she taught him. In. Out. In. Out. Release. Release. Relea…

He can’t take it anymore. Not even two full minutes since she first sat on him and began her cruel trick, he loses control. He emits a loud ecstatic moan that he’s too blissed out to even realize comes from his own mouth. His eyes spark and flare beneath his eyelids. His toes curl and his hands clench, and with a loud snapping noise, the bonds break off of one arm as he loses control of his strength. Sage watches for a moment and simply enjoys the view before promptly reaching down to rub her clit till she finishes on her own. The feeling of her tightening around him again sends him into a frenzy and he’s starting to think he’ll die soon if the overwhelming pleasure keeps going. He reaches out for Sage blindly and finally grabs her hip just to feel her. She allows it.

After a few moments of this, Sage takes pity on him and lets him ride the rest of the wave in peace. She amuses herself by watching his expression change as he finally manages to catch his breath. She’s extremely smug that she actually managed to make him sweat a little. That’s the first time she’s managed that. She’s going to have to try this again. That way she can really see how far she can take him.

“I’m sorry.” He pants, as he removes his grip on her and sheepishly looks at the shredded ropes hanging limply from the arm of the chair. He really had tried to stay in place. He gives her a cocky grin and the glint in his eyes suggests that he isn’t that sorry. “But, I did warn you I could break out whenever I wanted.”

“I don’t need your apologies. I just need your assurances that you’ll let me run the rest of this ad campaign without complaint like you promised you would.” She gives him a stern look and he rolls his eyes. Ah yes…that. He’d forgotten that’s what all this was about in the first place. It was a game designed to entrap him into giving her what she wanted. A game he didn’t think he would lose. 

“Fine.” He huffs, petulant as ever but feeling an excess of good nature due to the lingering orgasm. “Make your plans. But next time won’t be so easy.”