Kasan’s POV:
“Clara.”
Silence…
“Isn’t this supposed to be the other way around…?”
Brief shuffling…
Then another phase of silence continued…
“Clara…” I was practically down to whining at this point. “What the hell are we even doing?”
Silence intensifies…
Annoyed, I dug my elbow into the mattress and lifted, but as if she had eyes at the back of her fucking head, her index finger came sweeping into my vision then connected with my forehead in a harsh shove. For the thousandth time, I allowed myself to fall flat against the mattress.
Considering how uncomfortable this position was and take note that I’m almost NEVER uncomfortable– I could just destroy these restraints without breaking a single sweat but the fact that we were still hanging by that same thin thread was reason enough to let her do as she wished.
Or am I the only one who thinks we’re not quite back to normal yet?
Anyway, if she liked this stuff, I would be more than ready to cuff her little hands and take whatever she was willing to offer, however…. this was a no no.
At the moment, I’m laying not-exactly-helplessly on a bed with cuffs secured around my wrists and a thin black cloth that served ABSOLUTELY no purpose over my eyes seeing as I could basically see as perfect as ever.
“Is this some kind of fetish I didn’t know about?”
Silence continues…
I scowled. “By the way, isn’t this illegal?”
And it took that for her to finally explode, convulsing as she spun around with a hand veiling her laughing lips. Her legs that had been dangling over the bed edge now straddled my thighs and a palm now pressed to my chest.
I stared.
That wasn’t supposed to be a joke, I’m very much serious here.
“For fucks sake stop being such a pussy, Kasan!” She cackled.
“Pussy?” I grimaced. “I’m merely pointing out that this is illegal…I think.”
“You think? Not when you agreed.”
“Is there an option to disagree?”
“Good question…” Her loud laughter slowly dissolved into a wide smile. “NO.”
“You know I can easily break this right?” I said matter-of-factly. “They’re for restraining ‘humans’ so there’s zero point to using them on me.”
“Yup! But you won’t cuz you’re a ‘good boy’. Aren’t you?”
What the f–
“What I mean is…” she pursed her lips tightly together in an attempt to keep her laughter in. “…I can tell you’re trying to get on my good side. So, I’m free to do whatever the hell I want. But…if you do end up breaking these, I’ll rethink everything I said today and there won’t ever be another opportunity to tempt me to sleep with you…even if you drop to your knees and beg.”
I’m the one doing the tempting?
“So you’re aware I’m not going along with this because I want to and instead of being ‘touched’ and letting ME do whatever I want, you’re trying to exploit me?”
“Fine, then I’ll take the blindfold off for you.” She shrugged before moving to slide the cloth off my eyes, her face holding a look that said ‘I’m doing you a great favor’.
But it wasn’t exactly a favor when it didn’t even make a difference.
“Okay!” she straightened her back and cracked her fingers, her eyes brightening with anticipation for whatever the hell she was about to do.
“We can…start…now.” And with that declaration, her fingers which were pressed against my chest moved down in a sudden unexpected, sensuous manner and slipped beneath my shirt, making immediate contact with my bare skin.
I flinched.
The air skimmed at my belly button and tingles spun in a frenzy around wherever we touched. Her ass which was settled on my thighs slowly rocked back and forth while the towel around her body kept gliding far up her hips. With a new part of her now exposed, I could do nothing but guide my eyes towards the glory of her nether regions.
…surely a sight to behold…
Once her creeping hands had risen my shirt all the way up my chest, she swiftly slid it over my head then plucked the end of her towel from under her arm, letting it carelessly fall behind her.
And as if knowing exactly how agonized I was, she smirked as she settled her bare chest against mine, stiff nipples jutting into my skin. Her soft tongue emerged from her mouth and lathered me with saliva, the tip lightly traveling across my chest then upwards into the crook of my neck.
I groaned. On instinct, my neck craned and my hands moved in an attempt to grab hold of her juicy ass, but to my dismay, my movements only rattled the cuffs that held my hands captive.
By then, I was quickly reminded of the unfavorable position I was currently in.
This is already so fucking irritating!
“Is this some sort of torture method?” I scowled.
“…told you…er habing fun.” she mumbled, her words mostly came out as gibberish as she spoke with her lips locked around the skin of my neck.
“Can’t we just have normal sex? With me actually fucking you and all that shit? What’s the fun if you’re the only on—” The rest of my words were shoved back down my throat when her plump lips climbed over mine. It’d been so long since we’d kissed that I couldn’t even attempt to describe how euphoric the feeling was.
Her tongue danced over my lips in an irritatingly teasing motion, then slowly it pricked its way inside. My patience wore thin in seconds and without a single ounce of hesitation, I lifted my head up and delved further into the kiss, tongue clasping around her own. Her sweet taste painted itself unto my tongue, fueling the heat that ran through my shaft.
But the more focused on our make out session I was, the more I was reminded of the fact that her lewd body was open before me yet I couldn’t touch it.
A torture indeed.
Our tongues danced together, and her heavy globes squished against my chest, the stiff nipples begging to be sucked dry. I circled my tongue, exploring every inch of her mouth as hunger blasted through my veins.
“Kas…an…” she moaned into the kiss, “You’re…going…mhm…” Her hips that had paused its movements started up again, her exposed crotch rubbing against my clothed erection. On impulse, my hips pushed upward as my cock grew larger.
I wanted to kiss not only her lips but every single part of her body, I wanted to run my tongue over her bare skin and taste every bit of the wetness between her legs, to cup her breasts with both hands and tweak her nipples, then… to finally plant myself deep inside her.
My urges were almost unbearable.
My hard-on was becoming painful.
And these restraints were getting more and more irritating.
The kiss continued, our hot tongues slithering alongside each other, tasting and exploring. I was entranced by every move she made and all irrelevant thoughts were ensnared into a deep pit of nothingness.
I pushed my lips harder against hers. Moans left her mouth like music to my ears and my hands still trembled with the urge to take things further. But whilst we slipped further into the kiss, fingers pushed along my chest and travelled between our bodies, slipping further and further downwards.
My eyes snapped open and my gaze quickly followed the movements of her arm as she lifted herself off me, lips parting from mine. I for sure anticipated the feel of her fingers slipping under the waist of my pants and taking hold of my rod, but that feeling never came. My eyes were instead greeted with the sight of her slender fingers slowly slipping into her wetness.
My jaw bones flexed, teeth grinding together as I tried to retain my last bit of self-control. At this point my restraints were drawing pretty close to completely snapping.
“Clara…” I murmered, eyes glued to her pumping fingers.
I had no doubt that my rod was leaking.
“Clara…ca-”
Before I could finish my sentence, she retracted her finger from her hole and pressed it to my lips, her wetness glistening at the tip. She sent me a half-assed glare as if knowing exactly what I was about to say. “Sit still…” Her free hand moved behind her, firmly resting against the mattress as she leant her body backwards, her legs spreading further apart.
“…Do that… and we’ll have…no problems…” Her finger then left my lips and moved back between her legs and as soon as it slid inside her leaking hole again, her face scrunched up delectably and her breaths came out heavy, pleasure resuming its assault on her body.
Within seconds, her blue eyes looked dazed as if she wasn’t even sure what the fuck she was doing. I, on the other hand, couldn’t manage to remove my gaze from her figure even if I wanted to.
If I were to call this sexy that would have been an understatement.
My dick was throbbing. My hands were aching. And my body was blasting with the same urge over and over: the urge to dive into her wetness.
Anything would be fine as long as I was giving her pleasure, as long as I was the reason her face looked so fucking erotic…. Whether it was to slip my own fingers into her hole…Or to let my tongue explore her insides and bask in the taste of her arousal…it didn’t matter.
“Then…” I said, gaze glued to the spot between her legs. “Can I do it?”
Her dazed eyes slowly darted down to look at me, a refusal already at the edge of her lips.
I opted to clarify…
“…with my tongue…”