I really hadn’t been planning on using any of it so soon, but he was forcing my hand. I dug around in the collection before deciding on my first form of torture: a blindfold.

“Hold still,” I said before tying it snug around his eyes. I waved my hand in front of his face and grinned when he didn’t react. This was going to be fun.

Next the handcuffs. I pulled his wrists up and linked them to the bed. Then I sat back to admire the handiwork. God, he looked sexy. He wasn’t even fighting it. In fact, I could tell by the way I was sitting on him that he was really enjoying it. I couldn’t help but attach my lips to his, reveling in the knowledge that he was all mine. He tried to fight back for a moment, pushing his hips up and attempting to make more body contact, but I forced him back. There was a point to this, and that was for him to sit back and do nothing.

After allowing him to initiate some tongue action, I started sucking on the skin of his neck. It was addicting, that area. So soft and smooth, perfect for attacking. And then I reached my first problem. How on earth was I going to take his shirt off with the handcuffs in place? I could detach them, but that would be taking a step back. Then another idea hit me. It was a terrible plan, but it would be so sexy.

“How attached are you to this shirt?” It was just a black tee. He couldn’t love it too much.

“That depends. Which one is it?” He was so cute.

I trailed a finger down the cloth, “It’s just plain black. Nothing special.”

He hissed as I continued on to his beautifully bulging pants, “Then not very, why?”

I had my answer, and I took action. I brought the hem up to my teeth and pulled. Hard. The material separated with a satisfying rip. And then his lovely pale flesh was exposed. Frank shivered at the contact of air before tugging at his handcuffs. That’s where I began to take things a bit too far, but I was having fun with it.

I slapped him across the cheek, prepared to yell at him for resisting. To my surprise, he responded by grinding his hips up into mine. It was an extremely unexpected reaction. I couldn’t let him get me off guard, though. I’d risk losing control.

“No struggling, Frankie. You’ll only make your punishment worse.”

He whimpered softly, and I almost felt bad. Almost. Instead of letting the pity fester inside me I removed his pants. He was now completely naked beneath me, looking absolutely lovely in a sheen of sweat. I unconsciously rolled my hips against his, causing more miserable sounds to erupt. He squirmed beneath me, clearly uncomfortable.

“Ah, Gee, that hurts.”

“Poor little Frankie. What do you want me to do about it? I could always get off and just leave you here…I do still have work to do…”

“No!” he immediately shouted, “Just...take your pants off.”

Eager little thing. I could change that, “What kind of whore do you take me for? I don’t remove my clothing for just anyone. You have to beg.” I got really close to his ear with my words, punctuating them with another thrust of my hips.

He cried out, “Please, Gee! Please let me feel your soft skin on mine. I want it so bad!”

“Oh, Frankie, you’re such a dirty slut.” But I was sold. I loved when he talked dirty to me. I wasted no time in removing my clothes and placing myself back on top of him. I leaned down and kissed him, creating more contact between my sensitive skin and his. He whimpered, trying to move his hips into mine again. I tightened my grip on him, considering what to do. After all, I had promised punishment. And then it hit me: what was more punishing than unfulfilled sexual frustration?

“Stop being so eager, Frank. I want this to go slow.” And thus I began the process of preparing him. It was very difficult, trying to torment him with pleasure. More than once I had to keep him from taking control.

Once I thought he was properly stretched, I began the real fun. I planned on infuriating him, sitting with just my tip submerged until he broke. It was no easy feat. I wanted to ram that boy. But I managed to maintain control over my actions. That is, until the moment he screamed, “Fuck, Gee, just fuck me already!”

“Just because you said that so sexily,” I slammed into him as hard as I could, making him arch his back in the most tantalizing way. Every instinct in me was screaming to continue at that exact pace, but that would ruin all the work I was doing to torment the young man beneath me. I made sure to bull back slowly, slow enough that even I was slightly miserable, and then went back in same as before. And that’s when Frank yelled the magic words.

“Ah, Gee, please, again. Right there. Please.”

I always did love finding the sweet spot of my victims, and it gave me such an opportunity to toy with him, “Hm? You mean…here?” I knew I was right when he cried out, unable to even speak. And that’s how I continued, in a pattern of slow and fast. The noises he made were delicious, and the way his muscles clenched around me with every thrust…It was hard to hold onto my composure. It felt like forever before I felt him tighten completely, sending me over the edge seconds after he spilled his seed.

I reached up and removed his bonds, content with what I had put him through.

Notes

Was Gee's POV sinister and perverted enough? That's what I was going for. I'm really not too certain about this chapter :/