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Lottie looks so pretty when she's restrained. Her body strains against the ropes, sure to leave marks upon her tanned skin. Bruises, memories mapped into her. But you aren't paying attention to her face. Not when her hard cock presses needily against your palm.
You grasp her in your hand as she whines.
“(Y/N),” she groans. “Please.”
You stroke her, slowly at first, marveling at the way her hips jerk towards you. She's desperate, leaking at the tip, as she thrusts into your hand. It isn't like her—usually the perfect composed daughter of the Matthews family. You like it when she unravels.
“(Y/N),” she groans. “G-God. Please. Please-”
“Careful, pretty girl,” you murmur.
You slow your strokes, which earns you a needy whine, as you lean in to press your lips against her neck. She turns towards you but you deny her the kiss that she wants. Instead, you bite at her earlobe.
“Behave,” you whisper. “And maybe I'll reward you.”
She groans and strains against the ropes again. But you know how to tie knots and they hold firm. She’s completely at your mercy.
“You can do that, can't you?”
“Y-Yes.”
“That's my good girl,” you murmur.
You lean back to look her in the eye. Her eyes are wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. She looks so pretty like this; tied up and desperate. You think you could just sit and admire her for the rest of the night.
But you aren't so cruel.
You brush your thumb over her cock-head and smile at her answering moan. But this time, she manages no needy thrusts. You can tell it takes a lot of restraint.
“That's it. Let me take care of you.”
You press a kiss to her mouth and then her chin and her neck, trailing downwards with each touch of your lips. Down the line of her body until you reach where she wants it most.
You pause, casting a glance upwards. Her eyes are dark. They stare down at you as if you're the only light in the world. Overwhelming and all consuming. She bites her lip to suppress her groan.
And then you take her cock in your mouth.
“F-Fuck, (Y/N)-!” she gasps.
You take a little at first, tongue rasping against the underside of her length, before you lower your head. She's big but you've taken her before. You know how to pace yourself. Besides, going slowly just means you will tease her even more.
Lottie moans above you. You can feel how much she wants to move, to thrust into your mouth, to seek her own pleasure.
But she's behaving. Just like you asked.
If your mouth wasn't full, you would be giving her the praise she deserves.
You bob your head up and down her cock, taking more and more of her. You slide your tongue against her and relish her taste.
“(Y/N),” she moans. “I'm… I'm…”
Each needy breath comes out raspy. She twitches in your mouth. But again, Lottie behaves and keeps herself still. She’s cute when she’s needy but knows what she has to do. You could take your time, let her moan and squirm until she’s begging. But truthfully, she already is.
Just a few moments, and she’s desperate for you.
You raise your head, letting her cock rest against your cheek.
“Come in my mouth, Lottie,” you murmur as you lay a kiss to her tip
And then you take her again, right to the base.
“(Y/N)!”
She's close, you can feel it. You bob your head as you take her entire length while you reach up to fondle her balls. Her answering moans are telling you are doing a good job. So you stroke and suck and take her.
She lasts longer than you expect. But then Lottie comes with a weak cry, hips jerking towards you.
She floods your mouth with her cum and you swallow every drop of her. You rise and claim her lips in a kiss, letting her taste herself off you.
Lottie whimpers weakly against your mouth.
“Perfect,” you murmur. “That’s my girl.”
“(Y/N),” she gasps. “You're so- I-”
You kiss her forehead and lightly caress her face. “That good?”
She nods, face flushed and panting. Her body tenses and the ropes tighten around her muscles. She is still under your control. And you cannot wait to spend the rest of the night with her.