subby-siren:

She sits across from me, arms folded across her chest.

I’m sitting in bed, my hand around my cock and my eyes on her. “ Go ahead baby, you can start.” She whispers, and I do. My hand begins to move, hungrily, quickly. Expertly across my own length. I can feel the dull ache in my chest where the nipple clamps weigh down my supple skin.

It doesn’t take long to elicit the first gasp. A sharp, high pitched sound. She smirks as a squirm in front of her, my breath coming in hot, panting breaths, my hips pump up into my hand and I look longingly at her.

“Can I?” I ask, an indeterminate question that she understands anyway. “I’m getting close…” She smirks and I know I’m in trouble.

“Of course!” She says happily, that smirk dancing on her lips as I tremble before her. “In ten minutes.” I groan, but nod, biting my lip between my teeth. My hand comes off my cock as I feel myself coming to the edge. She smiles again.

“Oh no baby, none of that.” She says, her eyes are narrow now. She is a predator that’s found her meal. “ no stopping tonight. That hand stays on that cock until I say it can come off.”