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Sylus isn’t exactly a man of discipline.
He likes to spoil you – loves it. He buys you anything you want, takes you to dinners that require reservations weeks in advance, plans extravagant vacations in the most expensive and exclusive resorts… He’s a man who has everything, and he lives to share it with you.
Besides, why would he want to?
He enjoys it when you act like a brat. He likes your whining, your pouty little moods, the way you roll your eyes at him when you don’t get your way. He likes it when you talk back, when you push his buttons just enough to see what he’ll do.
But sometimes –
Sometimes you take it too far.
And that’s how you end up like this: completely naked, legs spread and lifted high, ankles tied to your wrists, your arms restrained in cuffs that lock you in place against the bedposts, unable to move.
It’s not that Sylus wants to make you suffer. On the contrary, he much prefers watching you writhe from pleasure. But every now and then, when you push him too far, he has no choice but to remind you who’s in charge.
At first, he stays silent. Just walks around the room like he has all the time in the world, sleeves rolled up, eyes dragging over your bound body, admiring how you squirm and try to move in futile attempts. You’ve only been there for five minutes, but your need for release makes it feel like fifty. Your core pulses with arousal, and your begging doesn’t seem to do anything to him.
He turns around.
In his hand, he has your favourite toy. Small, sleek, and black. The one you use when he’s not around. He knows it, after all, he’s the one who bought it for you. Your breath catches as he holds it up, rolls it between his fingers like he’s inspecting a delicate piece of jewelry. Then his eyes cut to yours.
“I know how much you like this one.”
You swallow hard, hips instinctively rolling up into the air, but he restraints don’t let you go anywhere. The vibrator hums to life in his hand – a quiet, familiar buzz that instantly makes your thighs twitch. He leans down slowly, places a hand on your thigh to still you, and brings the toy close. Close enough that you can feel the vibrations in the air.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asks, his usual smirk already on his face.
You nod, wide-eyed, and lips parted. You feel the tears forming in your eyes already.
“Yes,” you breathe. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.
“You promise ,” he repeats, dragging the tip of the vibrator just barely across your inner thigh, avoiding where you need him most on purpose. “That also includes not interrupting important meetings, right?”
Your face burns, but you still nod eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes. I promise.”
He presses the vibrator over your clit. Your entire body jolts. A high, uncontrollable cry leaves your throat as the pressure finally, finally lands where you’ve needed it. Your hips buck, but he pins you down with one strong hand on your pelvis, keeping you grounded.
“Sylus… I need more… Please, fuck me.”
He laughs and turns up the speed. The toy buzzes harder against your clit, vibrating in small circles that make your legs shake in their bindings. Your head falls back, a stream of moans pouring from your lips.
“First, you’re going to come with this.”
His hand moves, guiding the vibrator down until it slides over your entrance. He doesn't thrust it in, though. He circles it the same way he was doing with your clit. Then, he drags it back up and starts the process over again. The pressure builds fast, and every time you start to feel you’re getting closer, he pulls back just enough to make you beg. His free hand slides up your body, warm palm cupping your breast. He leans down, sucking your nipple into his mouth and biting, licking the pain away right after.
He might call this a punishment, but there’s no mistaking the way he’s enjoying it. And the worst part is…
So are you.
"You're doing so good, kitten."
Your thighs tremble, wrists straining against the cuffs, and he growls when you whimper his name again. He turns the speed up to max, and that’s all you need to finally reach your climax. You cry out, arching your back and nailing your palms from the sudden wave of pleasure. He doesn’t stop, keeping the toy in place as you fall apart beneath him.
You collapse back into the mattress, body heaving, skin damp, and eyes glassy. You think maybe that’s it. That he’ll untie you now and press soft kisses to your skin and run a bath like he always does. But he clicks the vibrator off and puts it aside on the nightstand. And before you even realize it, he’s above you again. His pants are gone, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose from his shoulders. One of his hands rests on your thigh, squeezing gently and rubbing circles to help you relax. You open your eyes just in time to see him.
He’s impossibly hard.
His cock is flushed and heavy, veins prominent, and the head slick with precum. And you’re the one who caused it. He’s so hard just for watching you come.
Even though you just finished, heat blooms between your legs again.
“Are you ready?” He asks, voice deep and serious.
You respond with barely a whisper.
He strokes himself a few times before lining up at your entrance. You thought being tied like this might make it uncomfortable, but it turns out, it’s completely the opposite. The moment the tip of his cock presses into your cunt – you’ve never felt so food before. Like every inch of you is open and exposed and raw in the best possible way. Your mouth falls open as he pushes deeper. The slick of your previous orgasm makes it easy for him to enter, but you still feel a certain stretch from the size of him.
He groans above you, “ fuck, you feel incredible.”
Your walls pulse around him as he finally bottoms out, hips flush against yours. You can feel every vein, every inch, every pulse. He stays still for a moment, for you to get used to his size and for him to savour a little more of your warm and tight walls. Then, without warning, he pulls back and thrusts in, hard. You scream. His pace picks up quickly, every thrust designed to hit that perfect spot inside you. His hands grip your hips gently, in contrast of how hard he’s fucking you.
Your eyes roll back.
The overstimulation from your previous climax makes everything brighter and more intense, like your nerves are picking up every minuscule detail. Every drag of him against your walls sends sparks up your spine.
He leans over you, catching your mouth in a kiss. His tongue presses inside your mouth, matching the rhythm og his thrusts. You moan into him, body trembling, bound and unable to move except to take what he gives you. It turns you on even more – how composed he still is, even with his cock buried deep in your tight cunt. One of his hands cups your face for a moment before trailing lower, until it settles where you’re most sensitive. His thumb finds your clit, slick and swollen, and he starts rubbing tight, rough circles. Your entire body jerks, thighs twitching under the weight of his body, and your moans break into ragged whimpers. It’s all too much. The way he’s kissing you, the way his cock slams into you, the way his thumb keeps pressure on your clit without mercy –
You can feel him get closer too.
His thrusts grow shallower and sloppier. His pace falters, the careful control he kept up until now starting to slip
“Fuck–” he hisses against your jaw, “you’re gonna make me–”
You nod wildly, back arching off the mattress and feet curling. “Yesyesyesyesyes. Pleasepleaseplease– Come inside of me–”
He pounds into you harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and ove, thumb never stopping its motion.
You both break at the same time.
With a strangled growl, he drives into you one final time, deep and hard, his whole body tensing above you. Your cunt spasms around him, milking his cock while you ride the high together. He groans your name against your neck, and you feel him twitch inside you, finally coming.
He lowers himself onto you slowly, careful not to collapse all at once. His arms cage you, muscles shaking as he breathes through the last waves of release. His softening cock slips free. You feel the sticky, warm liquid pushing out of you, and it sends you shivers. Sylus pulls back and sits up, hands moving to your wrists to unbind you. He works fast but gently, undoing the cuffs with practiced ease. His fingers caress the marks left behind, thumbs brushing circles into your sore skin as he massages each wrist and then your ankles in turn.
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll be right back.”
You hum in response, but you already feel the heaviness in your eyelids.
He disappears for a moment, and you hear the distant sound of a tap running. He returns with a damp towel, and he passes it between your legs and thighs to clean you up. You sigh into the mattress, body floating somewhere between bliss and exhaustion. When he’s done, he drapes a blanket over your naked form and settles beside you, running his hand slowly up and down your back and pulling you closer.
You fall asleep with the feeling of his lips on your shoulder.