not like this. not with his back arched and his thighs trembling and his hand fisted in the sheets like itâs the only thing keeping him there.
âplease,â he chokes out, voice wrecked, eyes shining with tears threatening to fall. âfuckâplease, i canâtââ
you donât let up. not when he twitches in your hand, not when his breath stutters, not even when he tries to twist away from your touch like itâs too much.
âyou said you could handle it,â you murmur, lips against the shell of his ear. your toneâs light, teasingâbut your grip on his hip is firm, possessive. âwhat happened to all that bravado, lieutenant?â
âgone,â he gasps. âfuckinâgone. you took it. you fuckinââ
he shudders violently when your fingers wrap tight around him again, dragging him right back to the edge. he bucks up, desperate, and you smirk.
âthink this is your new favorite thing, isnât it?â
he whines.
whines.
lips bitten red, eyes glossy behind the mask, chest rising and falling so fast you think he might fall apart.
âsay it,â you coo, stroking him slow and deliberate, just to watch him twitch. âsay it or i stop.â
âdonât stopâfuckâplease, i love it, i love when youââ his voice cracks, low and broken. âyou make me feel so fuckinâ good.â
you lean down, kiss his jaw, soft and smug.
âthatâs my good boy.â
his whole body jerks when you say it, like the words hit deeper than anything else could. you can see the tension ripple through his stomach, his thighs, the way his fists tighten in the sheets.
âplease,â he rasps again, voice barely there now. âplease donât stop again. iâll do anything. please i canâtââ
âawe, baby,â you coo, faux sympathy lacing your voice as your hand continues to move torturously slow over his cock. âyouâre shaking.â
âi canât..canât take it anymore,â he gasps, breathless, head slamming back against the pillows. âpleaseâplease love iâll do anything ill do anything i swearââ
you smirk, dragging your hand back down his cock, relishing in how his hips twitch with every stroke.
âyouâll come when i say,â you whisper, lips brushing his ear. ânot a second before.â
he whines, louder this time, throwing his head back again like heâs throwing a fit. you grin, watching the way his face twists up in pure agony.
âyouâre gonna earn it, baby. every fucking drop.â
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youâre perched all prettily on simonâs lap, legs straddling his hips as your arms hang loosely around his neck. heâs shirtless and youâre wearing nothing but your panties and his t-shirt, your fingers absentmindedly tracing his tattooed chest.
his hands rest gently on your thighs like heâs scared to moveâlike heâs waiting for you to tell him itâs okay.
âsimon,â you whisper, eyes flicking up to meet his, âyou said youâd be good for me.â
he nods. instantly. desperate.
âthen be good,â you say softly. âhands behind your back.â
he listens, always your good boy, taking his hands off of you and shoving them behind his back before looking up at youâwaiting patiently for his next instructions.
you canât help but grin at the puppy dog look in his eyes as he stares at youâall yours, at your mercy, ready to do whatever you tell him to do next.
âyou want me to use you, baby?â you murmur, voice syrupy sweet as your fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties. âsit still, then. and donât even think about moving your hands unless i say so.â
he whimpers, nodding frantically as your fingers begin drawing slow circles around your clit. his eyes are flicking back and forth between your face and your hands, he canât stop watching the way your teeth sink into your lower lip, the way your eyebrows furrow, the way your hand speeds up or slows down.
âyou wanna help, simon?â you ask, voice all sweet and breathless.
his eyes go wide as he nods frantically, fingers and cock twitching at just the thought of more.
âthen just sit there and look pretty while i fuck myself on your cock.â
he whines, throwing his head back against the pillow, nearly cumming in his pants over the tone in your voice. over the thought of being used by you.
you climb off of him, pulling your panties and his boxers off, only to crawl right back into his lapâlining yourself up and sinking down on his cock without warning.
simon chokes. gasps like youâve just knocked the air out of his lungs. his thighs are shaking already, hands still clenched behind his back like you told him. youâre so warm, so tight, so perfect around himâhe doesnât know how heâs supposed to survive this.
âlook at you,â you murmur, grinding your hips down slow and lazy, watching the way his jaw drops open. âyou wanted to help? this is you helping. youâre just my toy right now.â
he whines again, eyes rolling back.
you can see his fingers twitching behind his head, practically scratching at his neck as he holds himself back from touching you.
âplease,â he breathes, voice cracking. âplease, i canât⊠i wonât touch unless you say, i swearâjust please, let me move. let me feel you.â
heâs begging now, hips twitching upward against you like his bodyâs trying to betray him. you press your hands to his chest, steadying yourself, and shake your head.
âno, simon,â you murmur. âgood boys wait.â
a broken sound spills from his throat. heâs blinking hard, trying not to cry, trying to hold it together for you. you feel him pulsing inside youâso close, and you havenât even let him move.
âyouâre doing so well, baby,â you whisper, brushing his hair back gently. âjust a little longer, okay? youâre being so good for me.â
âiâll be better,â he pants. âiâll do anything. justâplease.â
you pause, thinking for a moment.
âyou can use your hands.â
he doesnât hesitateânot even a second. those big, trembling hands are suddenly gripping your waist like youâre the only thing tethering him to the earth, like if he let go, heâd fall apart completely.
and maybe he would.
âthank you,â he breathes, voice wrecked.
you smile. lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, slow and sweet, before you start to move.
his head falls back again with a choked moan. his grip tightens as you ride him, slow and deep, and you can feel him shaking beneath youâhips trying to stay still, like he doesnât want to mess this up.
âso good for me,â you murmur. âmy sweet boy.â
his whole body tenses at that. one of his hands slides up your back, gripping your shirt like itâs the only thing keeping him grounded.
âcan i cum?â he gasps. âplease, let meâiâve been so goodââ
you tilt your head. smirk a little.
âthen show me. show me how good you can be.â
he whimpersâloud and brokenâand you feel it when he falls apart under you, cock twitching as he cums with your name on his tongue like a prayer. heâs trembling, hands clutching at you like heâs terrified youâll pull away. like he needs you just to breathe.
and when itâs over, when heâs panting beneath you and blinking through the haze, you brush your fingers through his messy hair and whisperâ