The way he's looking at me right now makes me feel like he's thinking I've lost my damn mind.

I probably have.

It could be because of the undeniable frenzied, delirious and magnetic attraction I feel for the man before me, or just because of the simple fact that this might very well be the only opportunity I'll get to have him on his knees.

Now don't get me wrong, this is something sober me would never normally have the courage to do. But for some reason, Mason makes me feel confident, sexy even. Even if I make a complete and total fool of myself, I know either way it's going to drive him crazy.

Oh boy, he looks angry with me

His head is still tilted up so he's able to look at my face while I remain straddled on top of his lap. Those beautiful green orbs of his have darkened- I take it he isn't too fond of my idea.

"What did you just say?" The words coming out of his mouth are slow, husky sounding and tiny puffs of air after each hit my mouth from our close proximity.

I have to remind myself to breathe.

I know damn well that even though he's handcuffed right under me, it wouldn't take much for the roles to quickly be reversed.

The finger that was placed right under his jaw drifts upward towards a single curled strand of hair on his head that's dangling in front of his ear. I brush it back, taking my time to admire him while also forcing him to wait for my response.

"Did I stutter?" I whisper to him, his lips brushing against the bow of my upper lip, noses skimming together.

His eyes nearly blow out from their sockets, eyebrows furrowed, jaw slacked and all. I'm not entirely sure what's gotten into me. I know that once this is over I'll soon be faced to deal with the repercussions for my actions, and even though the mere thought of that sends a chill down my spine I can't think about that now.

I'm in the mood to taunt the devil.

And tonight I won't stop until I get what I want.

His lips part as he stares at me completely dumbfounded, expression on his face unnerving and although I can't see this newfound bravery in me lasting, I'm going to use every advantage of it that I can get.

"Are you sure you want to start this game with me?" The eerie calmness of his words sounds like a warning, as if it's his way of telling me that this is my last chance to back down out of any ideas that I had planned, and it only makes me want to push this further.

I can only manage to shake my head at him ominously slow while I look down at him in amusement.

"Let me make one thing clear, you already started this game." I tell him softly, trying my hardest to keep a straight face while the man before me is seconds away from losing his shit, "I'm only finishing it."

His breath hitches in his throat while he stares at me in complete and utter shock and it only spurs my confidence. He's speechless, at a loss for words over my sudden boldness towards him but shit if I was in his position I would be too.

Memories of me tying him to the office chair resurface, reminding me of the first time I had Mason in such a vulnerable position, but that feels different than this does. During that time I never felt the way I do towards him now, something changed between us, shifted in a way. Maybe it's the fact that we've agreed to let the other person be our only sexual outlet for the time being, or that we've finally been honest about the darkness within our pasts that makes every other fear about the consequences of what we're doing seem so miniscule.

He told me in the sex shop that he couldn't wait to ruin my innocence, and I must be fucking out of my mind for not wanting anything less.

I take his silenced moment to crawl off his lap and walk myself over to his nightstand where I had previously taken out the handcuffs. I sense his eyes studying my every movement, watching what I'm about to do next.

Once I reach the designated destination I immediately open it, restraining myself from revealing how unsettled I really am to not only find the toys we had bought earlier, but a bountiful amount of condoms.

The toys are practically swimming in the plastic wrappers and I can't help but roll my lips into my mouth.

"Ambitious." I mutter loud enough for him to hear and all he does is grunt in enthusiasm. I neglect to tell him that he probably won't be needing these soon, deciding to save that conversation for another day.

It doesn't take long for him to see me remove the restraints from the drawer, and right when he does he jumps out from the bed so quick I wouldn't be surprised if it gave him whiplash. His legs stride several feet away until his body is across from mine, watching me with wide eyes and shaking his head in refusal.

"Fuck no."

The straps dangle in my hands right in front of him, promising a task I know will be difficult to achieve.

"Get on the bed, Mason." I order and all he does is continue to disobey me, muttering a string of profanities under his breath that I don't have the interest in processing. I cross my arms over my chest, tilting my head to look at him sideways with an unamused expression on my face. "You really are a bad submissive, aren't you?"

His guard shoots up, rage boiling in him as he takes a step closer to me.

"You better watch your mouth." He speaks with a certain sternness in his voice like I was inches away from getting in trouble, eyes burning into mine harshly signalling how much he despised what I had just called him.

I've seemed to have ticked a nerve... Perfect

I swallow the saliva building in my mouth, nerves climbing in my stomach from the knots that were exemplifying with each slow step I took toward the bear that I just single handedly poked.

His eyes give me a once over, a swirl of angry lust and dominicance circling in them and I hope my face wasn't a dead giveaway of how nervous I really am when my body stopped right in front of his.

My heart hammers in my chest as they roam me once more, darkening the fire in them as each second passes while I remain voiceless ahead of him.

Moments go by with us challenging each other, waiting for the next to speak and I finally cave, a grin forming on my face when I think about just how badly he's about to hate me once we're finished.

"You really think that you're the one in control, don't you?" I taunt, lifting my finger up to shamelessly drag across his bare chest and making sure to smile as innocently as I possibly can.

The look on his face confirms my suspicions and I click my tongue, tutting at his own foolishness. I push myself up using my tip toes, trying to get as level headed to him as I can even though in reality it still leaves me at his chest. I'm trying my hardest to make it seem like I somewhat look like I know what I'm doing on the outside, while on the inside my emotions are a fucking mess.

I keep my voice soft, slow and steady as I go on, "You seem to be forgetting that I'm the one with the pussy. Now, if you ever want to fuck it again I suggest you go back to the bed and sit still."

His jaw sets sharp in a clench, both knuckles on his restrained hands whitened in front of him, eyes staring at me coldly right before he huffs very dramatically and slowly strides back over to the bed, sulking the entire way over until he slumps down, ignoring all sights of me.

I can't hold back my grin any longer. What just happened may look like a small little act of surrender, but I know it was harder for Mason to do than he'd like to admit. His face resembles just how much he's hating this, he doesn't like not being the one in control, but it's not my job to please him tonight.

This is his punishment.

I follow him over, showing off my smile a little too much while he looks down with his head bowed, still refusing to look at me.

My bottom lip folds in a pout, "You mad at me now, baby?" I whine, letting us both know that I really couldn't care less.

He shakes his head, "No, you're just..." Sighing, next few words coming out as a mutter while he lifts his head to face me at the end of the bed, "You're a lot meaner than I thought you were."

I'm flattered

I quickly act on my plan, not wanting to waste a second just in case he backs out. Luckily for me, he's now placed right in the center of the bed. I didn't have the patience to try to tackle his ego just to shift his body right where I want it to be.

I've never seen him act so dramatic

I'm not even sure how many loud sighs he shoves out of his chest while I use the leather cuffs to wrap around each of his ankles, securing them to different corners of the bed. I opt out of removing the handcuffs on him now, predicting that right when I switch them out for the restraints he will most likely tackle me down to the mattress.

It's alright anyways, him sitting is better for what I want to do.

He grunts, "I don't like this. Can't believe you're doing this shit to me, and here I am actually letting you."

"Well believe it."

I take a moment to admire my work, and once I feel confident that he's immobilized enough I walk right back up to the front of the bed, taking in the unimpressed and unamused expression on his face. His back is hunched over, eyes occasionally rolling at my antics while his lips remain clamped shut across from me.

That's when I decide to strip

Wearing the choice lingerie underneath what I have on was more uncomfortable than I had originally anticipated, but the look on his face will make it all worth it.

First, my fingers grab the hem of my shirt, lifting the fabric slowly over my head and tossing it onto the floor beside me. My eyes lock with his and I watch as his chest rises and falls with sheer intensity, an exacerbated puff of air releasing from his lips when I push my sweatpants down, kicking it away with my feet. His eyes loom over me, gaze setting flame to my exposed skin.

He nearly chokes, the heavy eyes of his blown out while his jaw practically drops to the floor, and if I look closely enough I almost swear I can see a bit of drool dripping down from his mouth.

That panty dropping mouth of his moves to speak but no words come out.

He clears his throat.

"Holy shi- What the fuck? You had that under there this entire time?" He sounds frustrated, mentally- sexually? I think sexually.

At first I didn't feel too confident in wearing the lingerie Jessica got me since he's already seen it before. I really have to buy more, expand my options a bit, especially if he looks at me like a crazed animal every time I wear something like this in front of him.

All black. Stockings. Garter. Lace. Busterier and all.

I smile cheekily, piercing my bottom lip with my teeth, "Yup."

And to make matters worse, intensify the torture I add in a little twirl, showing off all the material- or lack of- right in front of him.

"You like it?"

He ignores me.

So dramatic.

It's fine, he doesn't have to answer me because I know he likes it, the proof is visible through the very prominent bulge that's just dying to make an appearance. I crawl onto the bed from the very end, gradually moving my body closer to his until I'm back to straddling his hips.

The thin material I'm wearing over the sweatpants above his erection presses into me, and I hope he isn't able to tell just how wet I am for him.

His once perfect lips that were strained into a thin line slightly curve, darkened eyes replaced with a knowing twinkle.

He knows

I need to act fast

I crane forward, "You remember the last time you saw me in this? When I tied you up to the office chair?" I ask him and he swears silently when his eyes drift down to my unveiled cleavage right in front of him, "You were in trouble then too."

He groans, throwing his head back in aggravation, "Fuck baby, don't do this shit to me."

I ignore him, "Unfortunately for you, there's a slight change this time."

If I could mentally capture a moment with my eyes I would, because right when I lift my hand up to remove the blindfold that I had taken out of his drawer while he was in the bathroom out of my lace bustier he looked like he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

He swears coarsely under his breath- too many for me to count- while I sit on top of him with a shit eating grin I am in no way trying to hide.

"No." He refuses, over and over again, dropping down onto the bed so he's in a horizontal position, moving his binded hands in front of his face to keep me from even attempting to cover his eyes.

I fail to hold back the chuckles rumbling out from my chest, shaking my own head at his immaturity over the situation.

I knew it would be difficult, but fuck

"Fuck no, I am not letting you blindfold me."

"I thought you wanted to make it up to me."

   "I lied."

I'm not blind, I know that he's completely bullshitting me right now. He meant the words he said because he didn't like that I had disapproved of his actions, but somehow the desire for forgiveness shatters from the hatred of being at someone else's mercy.

Being tied up is one thing, but adding blindfolding into the mix is another.

It's not like he doesn't trust me enough, because he does. Something tells me trust isn't a thing he commonly gives out to people, but it's the vulnerability to it that he opposes.

Hmmm... Too bad

I lean my body down, close enough for my covered breasts to press against his sculpted chest. His hands are still stretched outwards exposing the trim patch of dark hair right under the pit of his arm. I gently stroke his cheeks with my fingers, loving the way his soft skin feels underneath them, taking in his freshly cleaned body molded under mine.

"You rather I be angry with you? Deny yourself the right to let you touch me again?" His eyebrows zero in on me, hating every aspect of that idea, "How long do you think you could go without it? Days... weeks... months?"

Silence

"Or you can shut up, sit up, close those pretty little eyes of yours and give me what I want."

The words that come out of his mouth are through gritted teeth, "Don't push me, baby."

I playfully roll my eyes, seeming unbothered by what he had just said and scrounge up the next idea in my mind. My elbows dig into his mattress on either side of his face, holding up my head with my folded palm pressed into my chin, hair shifted to the side so it isn't in his face while he stares up at me.

I sigh, "Or we could go with option number three. I could leave you here tied up all night, release you once I see fit." I pretend to think to myself, "But who knows all the trouble I could get myself into while I'm gone?"

"Don't you dare."

"No offense, but you aren't really in the position to be barking around orders." He huffs and I take the arm that isn't holding my head up to trail my fingers on top of his chest, drawing a mindless trail from above him, "You know what I want, question is... Are you going to give it to me?"

His covered erection pulsates

It's very clear to me that he wants this, he just isn't allowing himself to surrender and indulge in such pleasures. His eyes burn vision into my lips, the anticipation on how he's going to respond becoming torturous. My heart rate increases, an irrational amount of adrenaline crashing into my body like a wave when he does the one thing I least expect him to.

He nods

I bite my lip to contain my smile, wanting to press a quick kiss to his lips but then remembering that that isn't a part of his punishment. He notices my reaction, rolling his eyes for the second time over how excited I am from him throwing in the towel.

I use my hands to push myself up, giving him space to return into a sitting position and he takes a long pause, giving me no other option than to wait for him to drop his childish acts before he groans and reluctantly sits up in front of me.

"Close your eyes." I urge him, my voice coming out as a whisper and I watch as his lids slowly encompass his eyes, closing them shut.

I immediately dart my arms out, wrapping the black silk blindfold over him and tying the two end pieces together behind his head, ignoring all the thrills of excitement shooting through me. He grumbles to himself, already acting like he's regretting this and all I feel is over the moon for knowing that I've won this battle.

"So this is what you had planned?" He questions, "Restrain me to the bed, blindfold me and fuck me?"

"Bold of you to assume I'm fucking you tonight."

Another long pause

"You think that after I just found out that you've been going around town breaking someone's hands that I'd just waltz into your room and fuck you after?" I let out a laugh, throwing my head back even though he can't see me, "Oh baby... You really need to get over yourself."

If I were to remove the blindfold I don't doubt that I would see a fuming man underneath it. I am really testing the waters today, coming for him in every way possible and yet I find myself absolutely loving it.

He's confused, maybe a slight bit... intrigued?

I lift his chin with my fingers, hips grinding on top of him for a split second before I'm able to stop myself and a sharp breath gets caught in his throat.

"I'm not touching you, Mason."

"No?"

"No..."

I shift my body once more, pressing my core deeper into his hidden erection, slowly rubbing myself against him. My lips curl into a smile when his mouth parts as an uncontrolled whimper escapes his lips, grinding on me through the scarcely thin materials between us. My eyes have no choice but to feather shut from the friction, and I become well aware that I need to stop this before it gets out of hand.

So that's exactly what I do

I stop, continuing my sentence where I left off.

"I'm going to touch myself."

He drops his jaw so quick I'm surprised it didn't dislocate. The once rising chest is now motionless and I remain seated on his lap questioning if he had just stopped breathing. I'm not able to see those eyes that I just know are enlarged from my statement because of his creased forehead, and I place the tips of my fingers under his chin forcing his mouth shut.

"Close your mouth Mason, you'll catch flies."

"T-t-touch yourself?"

He's stuttering

Isabelle 1 Mason 0

"Mmhmm."

He shakes his head, hating the mere thought of that idea and I smile at him while I watch as he tries to think of a way out of this. In case he hasn't realized yet... He isn't.

"B-but I won't be able to see you..."

And because after all this time I still don't have a drop of restraint when it comes to what's coming out of mouth right now, I press my breasts closer against his chest, mentally questioning if he can feel how erect they've become.

"Do you want to watch me?"

He scoffs, "What kind of fucking question is that!" I break from my guise, letting out a ridiculous amount of cheeky chuckles while he groans in frustration, "Baby... I imagine you touching yourself in my head a lot- like a shit ton- even in my fucking dreams too."

I must be crazy to actually find this flattering.

Redness stains my cheeks, "You do?"

"Yes. An unhealthy amount of times."

I push the fact that Mason just admitted that he dreams about me aside, I can overanalyze that another time. He's on the verge of losing it, he wants to take control, it's obvious from the way his jaw ticks with sexual tension and how his breathing is at a faster pace than it was before.

He's angry

"You better hope this is all worth it." He grumbles in a strict tone that gets my blood racing.

I play along, michelief laced within my tone, "Are you going to punish me?" I lean in closer, my top lip skimming the shell of his ear and his body tenses under mine, "Tell me, how many spankings have I earned so far?"

I don't even get an answer, he just tosses his head back again and groans out an oh fuck, crying out in misery. I give him time, allowing him to really let out his emotions while I shimmy off his lap to sit myself down on top of his bed.

I reach down to unclip my garter, making due on my promise to punish him and when he takes in the silence around him he quickly breaks it.

His Adam's apple visibly bobs as he thickly swallows,"What are you doing?"

"Undressing."

Once they're unclipped I hook my finger into the see through lace material and pull it down my legs, swallowing the nerves building up in my throat while doing so. As much as I enjoy watching Mason squirm, I'm damn near shitting bricks questioning if what I'm doing is right or not.

I've never really had an audience before. I take a little comfort in knowing that he'll be blindfolded so his eyes won't be burning onto me the entire time, but everything I have decided to do today is entirely new to me.

I ball the tiny scrap of black lace into my hands, aside from the stockings I'm wearing I'm completely bare from the waist down. He's still quiet, I can tell he's trying to listen, calculate my movements in his mind to imagine what I must be doing in front of him and my eyes unconsciously drop down to the straining bulge in his sweatpants that's starting to look painful.

Oops

Without thinking twice about it, I flick my panties in his direction and they fly over, hitting the bridge of his nose before falling onto his lap.

"Christ," He curses under his breath, "You're killing me here."

I don't respond to his words, instead I move my body a little closer to his own so I'm sitting right in between his legs. My back lays pressed against the mattress, lifting my legs to stretch out on either side of his body so I'm right in front of him.

My stomach is a flurry of nerves but my body is ready. I'm completely wet for him, drenched in fact and the sweet pang of my arousal surfacing throughout the room only adds to the thickening sexual tension that's starting to stifle me.

He knows what I've done

That the part of my body he desires to see is bare and right in front of him. The way his muscles tense, jaw tightens shut and lips roll into his mouth proves my assumptions correct.

"W-when was the last time you touched yourself?"

"Before you."

He lets out another melodramatic moan, "Fuuck, just let me see you, baby."

All his whining is making it difficult to get myself... situated

"Am I going to have to gag you?" I ask, my voice firm and a little breathy from frustration.

His jaw ticks, not seeming to like my threat too much, "You didn't buy any gags at the store."

He's right, I didn't. But I distinctly remember Mason telling me about a box of his own filled to the brim with sex toys.

"You don't have a gag in that box of toys of yours?"

When he mentioned it I had imagined what could possibly be in there: collars, clamps, shackles, whips, floggers? Whatever it is I know that there must be a gag added into the mix, and from the lack of words leaving his mouth I know I'm right.

At first I wasn't very surprised that he had his own toys, when I took him into the store he didn't seem to phased by everything that was around him. I, on the other hand, looked like a fish out of water. I'm sure he was going easy on me with the things he had purchased, he told me time and time again that he'd have to ease me into what was in the box before revealing them.

The promise surprisingly didn't terrify me, in fact it turned me on.

Up until I thought about all the women he must have used them on, that is.

And a wicked smile forms on my lips when a brilliant idea pops into my head. My elbows dig into the mattress as I prop myself up to look directly at the man in front of me that's waiting impatiently for my next move.

"Speaking of the box..." I begin, "You're going to throw it away."

He lets out a cackle

An actual cackle

I huff, forcing myself up all the way until I'm in a sitting position and palming his cheek with my hand, forcing his head closer to me so our mouths are only centimeters apart.

"How many women have you used those toys on?" I question, and he doesn't say a word. Smart choice. "When you fuck me with the toys of your choosing I don't want them tainted with all the women you've used them on before me. If you wish to try anything that's in the box you'll throw them out and repurchase. They'll be used on me and only me. Understood?"

Oh fuck I've gotten kind of good at this

I swear it looks like he's fighting back a smirk, and if I didn't know any better I would say he seems... Impressed. I've been spending too much time with him, he seems to be rubbing off on me so it isn't my fault if I just so happen to use his own words against him.

Thinking back I can't believe I didn't advise him to dispose of them the minute he told me about the box in the first place, but he said so after he had just fucked me into oblivion which means I technically get a free pass for my mind still being a bit loopy afterwards.

I can't think about Mason with those other girls or else I'll go crazy

Oh shit... What has he done to me

I snap myself out of my own thoughts, "Am I clear?"

His soft lips graze mine, my eyes staring back into the blindfold oddly wanting nothing more than to see the look in his own right now. My stomach in absolute butterflies when he slowly nods his head, lips curling into a full smirk in front of me.

"Crystal." I have to fight the urge to kiss him, "I'll throw them out."

My mouth opens and I let out a silenced scream, thankful that he isn't able to see me humiliate myself because I actually got Mason to surrender his own toys a lot quicker than I intended. My grin is explosive as I jerk my fist to the side in victory. Oh God, this is so not sexy.

Keep calm

"Cool." I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders as if he hadn't just squeezed my heart out and right when the words are out I roll my lips into my mouth, shaming myself that even though he can't see me embarrass myself he sure as hell can hear me.

His grin widens.

After taking a deep breath to try and compose myself and somewhat retain the confidence that just disappeared back, I go to my previous position, lying stomach faced forward, legs spread out in front of him.

He swallows, "What are you doing now?"

My teeth sink into my bottom lip, mustering all the courage left in me to take my right hand and wedge it between my parted thighs. I keep my eyes on him, readying myself for his reaction before my fingers stroke through the slick folds of flesh in the center of me, messaging a firm, steady rhythm against it.

Oh fuck, I'm so wet. The faintest touch has me trembling

I let out a breathless moan, "Thinking of you."

And it's true. He's the only one that'd be able to satisfy the throbbing ache between my legs, and if he isn't touching me himself I may as well use my vivid imagination that I was so gracefully blessed with.

He whines, a strangled growl rumbling past his lips, "Fucking hell, baby."

His grunts only encourage me more, nearly begging me to feel how his plump lips mold against me, hot sweaty and feverish skin covered in both tattoos and muscle sticking to my own. Shit, I want it so bad I can feel myself on the brink of yielding to him just to feel him inside me again.

My fingers stroke a lazy path for a few moments right before I close my eyes, my nimble fingers working their way inside my aching core, and a hoarse, high pitched gasp escapes my mouth in the process. My back arches from the bed, head thrown back in pleasure while I bunch up his duvet cover between my fists, thrusting a sporadic sequence between my legs.

"Oh fuck, Mason." I breathe out, cheeks flushed pink from every hindered breath, "Yes... Ah, yes..."

My body writhes, shakes from my own touch as I slowly draw them in and out of me, curling my fingers into a sharp angle just as Mason does to me. I force my eyes open to double check and make sure he's still alive and there he sits, mouth parted slightly, cheeks flushed, bulging erection unwillingly trapped inside his sweatpants. He looks frozen in place, shocked and completely flabbergasted.

I can't describe how this entire situation is making me feel. It's different than anything I've tried before. This time he's the one restrained, not being able to see me and only listening to each cried out moan, strangled breath, the sounds of my fingers fucking myself, and even though he's so close to me his limits are tested from the denial to touch me.

My skin glimmers with a light sheen of sweat, switching motions and moving my fingers at a faster pace.

"Ah... Ah, Mason..."

I watch him struggle to form words, and when he manages to do so his voice sounds croaky, throat dry, "Does that feel good?"

I nod my head frantically, letting out a hum, "Not as good as you."

I find it harder to keep my eyes on him, noticing the whitened knuckles by his sides, bare chest tensing, his breathing starting to match the flow of my own.

"Fuck yourself as I would."

And although I should dismiss his wishes, fight that I am the one in charge here, I do exactly as he says. I imagine his fingers inside of me instead of my own, thrusting them into me at such a fast pace the sound of my cries bounce off the walls.

Mason is always rough with me, so I shall be the same.

I circle my hips along with my motions, savoring the escalating pleasure rumbling inside me. My face screws up in bliss, mewling out salacious sounds while my body quivers. Fingers soaked, thighs trembling as I struggle to remain silent, letting out high pitched whines.

"Close, baby?" He sounds almost as breathless as me, deep carnal moans traveling up his own throat.

"Y-yes!"

The sensations building inside become too much, and it doesn't take long for everything to blur around me, muscles turning stiff and rigid up until my jaw is slack while I gasp and cry out his name, the power of the orgasm completely blindsighting me, my body practically melting onto his bed.

"Shit shit fuck Isa-" I hear come out of Mason's lips, followed by a long shameless moan.

Once the bliss settles I'm left sweaty, out of breath and sticky. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second in pure exhaustion, both amazed and surprised over what just occurred. We both linger in the same position dead silent while we try to catch our breaths.

"Fuck..." He mumbles exhausted, blowing out a heavy breath, "I came in my fucking sweatpants."

I can barely process his words, but whenever I do I can't hide the huge smile on my face from the fact that I didn't even touch the man and still he ended up cuming. I gather up the energy to lift myself up so that I'm now right in front of him, ignoring the dampness still evident between my legs.

"You're in trouble, you're not supposed to cum but I'll let this one slide." I tell him, and before he has any time to form that world class grin of his I reach out my glistening fingers up to his lips and push them gently in his mouth.

This takes him by surprise, his entire body stiffens at my bold act but it only takes a millisecond- if that- for me to feel his tongue circling around the tips of them, wanting to get every last drop that he missed out on.

He hums in satisfaction, still dazed by my actions but takes advantage anyway while he can. Once he's finished I quickly remove them, looking down at his now wet sweatpants that I know must be very uncomfortable and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"I'll get you cleaned up."

❀

I try to clean him as best as I can, using a Kleenex tissue to pick up the semen dripping down his legs. He tells me that there's no need for triple checking because he's just going to rinse off in the shower again anyways, but in all honesty I just wanted to look at his dick a little bit longer.

And he knew

Oh, God he knew. It's so easy for him to read me, while I still find it difficult to simply guess what's going on in his mind.

He's quiet for the most part, which quickly starts to drive me crazy. He has no right to be angry with me, he teases me constantly, I think it's fair for me to have a turn punishing at least once.

I remove the blindfold first, giving his vision time to adjust before doing the leather restraints on his ankles second, swallowing the apprehension growing inside of me as he follows every single one of my movements until I unclasp the handcuffs on his wrists.

Right when it unclicks he wastes no time to grasp his large hand around my neck, forcing me down onto the mattress and climbing on top of me. I shriek out his name while my back collides with his bed from the sudden outburst. After the stunt I just pulled I can't be surprised that he already wants to release his inner frustrations out on me.

Too bad he's still in trouble

"Uh uh uh" I tsk, slowly shaking my head from side to side, "No sexy time for you tonight. You're still in trouble."

His grip on my neck tightens, body hovering over me between my legs, erratic eyes going dark, burning holes into me. He breathes slowly, teeth back to clenching behind his cheeks so his jaw is set so tight it looks painful. His body stays still as I reach my hand out to graze my thumb back and forth on his cheek, trying to soothe some of his anger.

"What? You're mad at me now?" He doesn't respond so I continue, "Well then I guess you're not going to want to hear the one thing I'll grant you access to then."

He stares at me blankly, the same unreadable expression lingering on his face that I can only guess is because of the shit I had just pulled.

His voice comes out sensual and slow, "And what's that?"

I shrug, sounding way too unbothered by the state he's in. "I suppose after being such a good sport you finally deserve that kiss you've been waiting for. Or do you not want it now?"

His eyes are cold, and I feel my pulse jump when he laces his vision from his hand on my neck, all the way towards my lips. I stay completely still, my body glued to the mattress, hair fanning the bed underneath me while he remains quiet.

I go on, letting out a loud exacerbated sigh and bringing my naked wrist to my eyes, pretending to check the time. "Well would you look at the time, Jessica's going to be here any minute now, which means you're kind of on the clock here... So I suggest you get over yourself and give it to me."

I tease, but still that does nothing.

The hand that's on his cheek forces his head down so his lips are now about an inch or two away from mine. There's caution in his eyes while he looks down at me, and something else I can't quite decipher. It looks like he has a circus of emotions going on in his head and I become nervous all the sudden.

The tensioned anger in his eyes has softened, but I get the feeling that he's fighting something in that mind of his. I can tell he wants to get something off his chest, but his walls are up forbidding him from doing so.

"What?" I ask him, dropping my hand from his face, my heart hammering in my chest that something might be wrong. "What is it?"

I know he doesn't mean it, but the way he's staring at every feature on my face makes me feel a bit self conscious over what could be triggering him. His eyes travel around the details of my face, looking at me like it was his first time doing it.

Seconds go by before he raises his hand sluggishly toward me, eyes full of nerves and seriousness snapping back to mine in the midst of analyzation. He tucks a few stray strands of hair behind my ear, and for some reason right when he touches me again my entire body electrifies.

Our breaths were humid and recycling with each other, his body now so close to mine our eyes were leveled.

He shakes his head slowly, eyes twinkling in amazement.

"You're going to be the death of me, Isabelle Davis." He whispers, "The absolute fucking death of me."

And after prolonging the moment for so long, his soft lips finally met mine and suddenly everything else in the world blurs around me, and all I can feel is him. 

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