To say it was warm would be an understatement. It was June fifth and the first of many nights that would inevitably be spent in a constant layer of sweat. The windows were open, letting the droning of cicadas filter in, their sounds blending with that of the fans strategically positioned around the room to create a steady summer song. It was probably eleven or twelve at night. The sun had disappeared hours ago, yet every glowing silhouette somehow reached his eyes in sharp clarity.
Her silhouette reached his eyes with sharp clarity.
Bathed in the moonlight trickling in through the windows, he could see perfectly clearly every soft curve of her naked body. He reveled in the way the soft light glinted off the beads of sweat that rolled down her body. He watched as one started up at her hairline, slowly travelling down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, slipping into the crevice between her breasts, continuing down her abdomen, momentarily getting trapped in her navel before rolling all the way down until it met with his own hip—where her body met his.
He rolled his hips up into her, eliciting a surprised moan from the beautiful woman positioned above him. She clenched around him, making him groan and tighten his grip on her thighs. He could feel her muscled legs dancing under his palms as she slowly rocked herself back and forth atop him. Her heavy breathing held a steady rhythm, only occasionally interrupted by his physical input. She placed her hands down on his stomach, caressing the contours of his body as she fixed her eyes on his. Though she refrained from placing a lot of pressure on him, her strong grip paired with her burning blue gaze delivered the message.
Down boy, it whispered. Though her face was mostly obscured in shadow, he could see the light glint off her perfect lips as they curled into a mischievous smirk. It’s my turn, her voice taunted as it trickled through his mind.
His fingers dug into her flesh as he let his head fall back, a growl sounding deep in his throat.
“Shh,” she calmly whispered as she continued her achingly slow rhythm. He had to force himself to breathe as he held back his strong desire to grab her hips and set a much rougher pace for them. “Good boy,” she moaned softly, sending a thrilling shiver down his spine. He simultaneously loved and hated the effect her coaxing had on him.
This was Hell. It was pure, hot, unadulterated, tantalizing, torturous Hell. And he loved every second of it. That damn smirk of hers was a silent challenge. It made anger rise up in him. He wanted to wipe it off of her face with his lips and make her pay for torturing him like this. But the sheer power that it held simultaneously made him melt. He would do anything and everything she demanded, and she knew it. She knew the power that she held over him, and it only made her sexier. As much as he wanted to disobey and take control for himself, he wouldn’t. He would put up with whatever she chose to put him through. No matter how agonizing it was for him.
Because the way in which she proceeded to thrust her hips violently against him made anything she did to him worth it. The moan that it coaxed out of him revealed just how much he was at her mercy. She only did it twice, and then she settled back into her rhythm, bringing a frustrated groan out of him before he was back to heavy, labored breathing. Once again the message was clear. If you’re good, you get rewarded.
Be good, he thought to himself. Be good be good be good. Anything to be rewarded like that again.
His body very soon betrayed him however, as his hands glided their way up her thighs to capture her hips in his strong grip. He didn’t even realize he had done it until it was too late.
“Ah-ah,” she cooed as she placed her hands over his. Oh no, he thought to himself. He was done for now. She removed his grip from her body and threaded her fingers through his own as she leaned forward, pinning his hands down on either side of his head. Though she kept her pace steady, the change in the angle at which her body ground against his brought a whole new level of torment down upon him. It took everything he had not to thrust up into her.
The sinful grin that she wore as she stared down at him sent all kinds of fear and excitement fluttering through him.
She leaned down until her breath delicately brushed against his left cheek. “Oh, my pet,” she murmured against his skin. “What am I to do with you?” A whimper escaped his throat as she scraped her teeth along his ear.
“I-I’m sorry,” he choked out. Her soft lips were caressing his neck, warm tongue dancing across his flesh, sending tremors along his nerves. Meanwhile her thrusts were as unchanging as ever, driving him deeper into madness. “I p-promise I’ll behave.” She hummed against his throat, seemingly considering his words. “P-Please!” he gasped as she grazed her teeth along his shoulder. He swallowed nervously as he felt her grin against his skin. That could either be really good or really bad.
Her lips came up to his ear again and she whispered a single shiver-inducing word: “Beg.” Then her tongue was in his ear, and he whined in pleasured agony. “Beg for me, pet.”
“P-Please, Mistress.” His voice trembled as he attempted to follow orders. It was very hard to speak when her tongue was tracing the veins in his neck like that.
“Please what?”
A soft cry escaped his throat as she bit down harshly on his neck. “Please!” His arms surged forward, trying their best to escape from her, but she just pushed them back down, her own strength overpowering him.
“Please what? You have to tell me what you want.” She was no longer whispering against him. Now her words came out in hot breaths that revealed how worked up she was getting. Yet—will made of iron—she continued to hold her damn slow and gentle pace as she pushed him further into submission.
“M-More,” he whimpered as she switched sides, no doubt leaving bite marks all over the right side of his neck.
“Hmm? You want more of this?” she hummed deviously.
“No!” he exclaimed. “No, please no.”
“Then what do you want, my pet?” Her teeth gently nibbled on his earlobe, bringing a tiny cry up out of him.
He grit his teeth together as she continued to tease him. He couldn’t believe how evil she was being. Even more so, however, he couldn’t believe how hot it was.
And he wasn’t referring to the temperature.
“Tell me, pet,” she ordered, her stone hard voice this time telling him he really didn’t want to find out what would happen if he disobeyed.