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You shouldn't have bugged him, really. Should've known better than to spend the afternoon intentionally trying to rile him up and piss him off. Maybe if you'd thought of the possibilities of the consequences, you wouldn't be where you are now. Pinned to his lap, his hands nearly bruising your hips in their intensity as he filled you, and refused to let you have anything more than this mere taste.
His thumbs rubbed slow circles into your hip bones, displaying a patience that he hadn't shown a few minutes prior in his determination to correct you for being such a nuisance that afternoon. You tried to roll your hips, to grind down into him, to do anything that may get you even the barest sliver of pleasure, but he held your hips firmly, not allowing you to take. After your behavior, it's not like you deserved it anyway.
"Sit still." He simply said, causing you to pout at him. He returned your look with one of disappointment, as though you had some gall to be this way after how you'd acted. "Don't give me that look. You only have yourself to blame. Maybe if you hadn't decided to provoke me, you could be getting what you want right now." His tone bared the slightest hint of irritation, but aside from that, almost a startling amount of patience and nonchalance.
"This isn't fair, though... I just wanted your attention." You offered, as though that was enough to justify yourself.
One of his hands left your hip to grip your jaw firmly, ensuring that he had your full attention. "Is that so? Well, I don't know if you noticed, but there are others ways to get my attention that don't involve being an insolent little brat."
That... Had no right to do the things that it did to you. Especially not spoken in that tone; so matter-of-factly. That wasn't just a suggestion, no, you had in fact been a brat. And as he held you there, that intense, slightly fed up look in his eyes, you actually felt helpless. Not in the dangerous sense, but you realized in that moment that he had complete control of your pleasure. And until he saw fit, you weren't going to get even a scrap of what you needed.
He smirked when he felt you shudder and tighten around him as a result of his words. "I can feel that. You know I'm right, don't you?" He pulled you down to whisper in your ear, his voice making your head swim.
"I know how badly you want it, sweetheart. But you don't deserve it. Until I decide you've earned it, you're going to sit here, stuck on my cock."
That sent an unbearable wave of heat rolling through you, causing you to buck your hips unintentionally. You only got the barest bit of friction at that, but he tapped your thigh in warning. His earlier command of 'Sit still,' echoed in your mind. He didn't even have to say anything this time. You heard him hum approvingly as you went still, his voice still a low rumble in your ear.
"You're learning. Good girl." He purred.
You had to suppress a shiver, both at his words and at the sudden sensation of his mouth on your neck, teeth nipping and tugging lightly before he soothed the delicious sting with his tongue.
"Please," You whined, momentarily surprised that you could make such a sound, "I want it. Want you." He paused. A moment later, you felt him smile against your neck.
... You hoped he would have some mercy left for you.
"You want it?" He drawled, rolling his hips up into yours teasingly, drawing a gasp from your lips. You instantly missed it when he went still again.
"I'm about to make you need it."
You didn't have time to react to the implications before he sat up, back against the headboard and pulled you flush against him, the movement sending another ripple through you. He stilled you, one hand on your hip like before, and the other cradling the base of your skull. He guided you into a searing kiss, swallowing up every noise that came out of you as he began circling his hips up into yours in a lazy pace.
Each deliberate grinding motion had another sound tumbling from your lips, which any other time would've had him frantic with a need to chase more of your pleasure, but still he held that same level of patience. A frustrating amount of restraint, as you thought of it. He had you trembling in pure want, practically making a mess of yourself as you became impossibly wetter, yet he sat there composed, as though he wasn't driving you fucking insane by indulging you in only the bare minimum. You found out very quick that your previous task of keeping still wasn't so torturous; Not nearly as much as this was.
Your breath came out of you in short puffs, the stimulation being just that: Stimulation. It wasn't driving you towards any high, but it was there, undeniably. An incredibly maddening combination of what you wanted, and what you needed.
You needed more. But was he going to give it to you so soon?
Hell no. Not until you had learned.
"Just look at you," He whispers. "So worked up, and I've barely touched you." He swipes a finger across your clit, a groan dying in his throat as he watches you buck and moan in response. "You're such a filthy girl for me." Your thighs squeeze around his hips as they jerk up into you suddenly, hitting even deeper, and had you not already been flush against him you were certain you'd have fallen forward.
"Oh, it feels so good, doesn't it sweetheart? Tell me," He murmured. "Does it feel good when I do this?" He bucked up into you again, the slightest bit harder, and you couldn't help the strangled gasp that escaped you.
"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" A smirk spreads across his lips as he goes for your neck again, sucking marks into the sensitive skin. "Michael-" You try, but you effectively choke on your words when he gives something more akin to a thrust, before reverting back to the same damned grinding.
"Yes? Did you need something?" He sounded so damn smug, and were you less smart you probably would've retorted. But at this point, you knew better. "Please..." You whispered.
"Please, what? Use your words. Tell me what you want, and perhaps I'll reward you." He took your chin between his thumb and index again, his eyes almost piercing as he made you look at him. "You can be a good girl for me, can't you?" You were trying to summon up the courage to do just that, when he clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Shame."
He was about to let go of you when you finally spoke. "Please! I need more, I need you to fuck me, to touch me, just please, Michael, please, more..." You trailed off, cheeks burning in a mix of embarrassment and shame. He hummed in mock contemplation, bucking his hips up into yours again, earning him yet another whine.
"So you can be a good girl after all, hmm? I guess I should reward you for following instructions so well..." He paused, as if debating, before holding you tightly to his chest, and beginning to thrust up into you at a moderate pace. Occasionally he caught you off guard with a particularly hard, well placed thrust, ripping even louder moans from your throat.
Your head was in a blissful fog, but even still you needed more. "Please, please..." You sobbed, your fingers digging into his shoulders carelessly. He tutted, but complied nonetheless, his pace increasing as he pulled your hips down onto him to meet every harsh thrust. "Such a greedy little thing. Never satisfied, are you? You're insatiable." He groaned, one of his hands trailing down from your hips to circle your clit in firm, deliberate flicks.
The simmering heat in your lower belly grew to a boil, and he knew how close you were. "Gonna cum for me? That's it, pretty girl. Make a mess all over my cock," He growled, working your body like a fine tuned instrument to push you further to the edge. "Now."
You couldn't help yourself at that, clenching hard around him as you came, your body spasming as you clutched desperately at his shoulders, a menagerie of delicious sounds spilling from you. "Fuck, fuck-!"
You finally slumped against him, going boneless as the aftershocks of your climax wracked you. Overstimulation was beginning to set in, but he didn't seem to care, continuing to thrust into you relentlessly. "Michael, I can't-"
"Yes, you can," He cut you off. "And you will. I'm far from done with you, sweetheart. And I want to see that look on your beautiful face when you cum for me again."