Tormented

She gave a sweet moan, evidence his approach was working. He liked to think that he was part of the reason she had chosen to stay. She was obviously receptive to him on a sexual level.

But as soon as the thought passed through his head, she began to contradict him. She pulled away from his mouth.

“Don’t— Have you heard back from your cousin yet?” she inquired. “How is everyone doing? How’s Claire?”

“I haven’t heard back,” he said, trailing kisses down the side of her neck.

“Can we try them again?”

“After I’m done.”

“Done with what?”

“Done with you.”

Releasing her braids, he pushed her breasts up for his mouth to caress.

“Honestly, you don’t have anything better to do with your time? Don’t you have to...work?”

“Would you rather we go back to talking about Dawson and Carlos?”

She let out a deflated sigh. He kissed her breasts, then down the slight indent of her torso.

Unlike other chastity belts that wrapped the waist, the one she wore dipped beneath her belly button like a scoop bikini. Lowering himself, he tongued her belly button then licked the part of the belt covering her clit. She gave a whimper. He caressed her legs, feeling the backs of her thighs, her toned calves. There wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t divine.

Standing back up, he cupped her face and went back to kissing her mouth. “You’re so bloody sexy.”

“You sweet talking me now?”

He went for her throat, sucking for a longer time than he would have on someone with lighter skin, unless he wanted to leave a hickey. Returning to her breasts, he targeted the nipples this time, playfully licking and nibbling the hardened buds. She shivered. She was surrendering to her arousal. The scent of it made him dizzy with lust. He wondered how long he could last before he fucked her silly. And he could do it without a condom now.

His hands caressed the belt. “You ready for this to come off?”

“Hell yes!”

“Then ask me to fuck you.”

Her bottom lip dropped.

He grabbed her hips. “Ask me to fuck you hard.”

She hesitated.

Just do it, he said to her silently as he pulled her body against his crotch.

“And if I don’t?”

“You get to keep the chastity belt on.”

“Is there an option C?”

“Nope.”

He ground his erection against the belt.

“Why not?”

He almost laughed at the rather childish question. She knew the answer. She was just stalling.