Michael walked into the bedroom just as she had finished lighting the last of the candles. He couldn’t help but smile at how serious she was taking this. She was really going for a look here. When she finished lighting the last candle, she came to stand in front of him.
“You look beautiful,” he said as paced around her, skimming his fingertips over her silk slip.
She swatted his hand away and turned to look at him, “Stop. This is my night. Be good,” she looked up at him sternly and he fought the urge to kiss the wrinkle that formed when she frowned, “Take off your clothes,” He began first by taking off his jacket. Annoyed at his layers and how much time he was taking, Y/N interrupted, “Michael,” she groaned, “Stop. I’ll do it.”
She quickly rid him of his shirt and ran her hand down his chest. She took her time to feel his body and memorize the way it felt for the millionth time since they’d been together. When she reached his pants, she looked him in the eye as she undid his belt and zipper. Reaching her hand inside his briefs, she began to pump him slowly.
“Are you ready for me?” She batted her eyelashes.
He inhaled deeply through his nose before answering, “Yes, baby. I’m ready,”
“Lay down,” she ordered and retreated to the side table. As she dug through the drawer, Michael rid himself of his pants and laid down on the bed.
“What are you looking for?” He asked, rolling on his side.
She shot him a disapproving look, “I didn’t ask you to speak. Be still and close your eyes,”
He closed his eyes but could not stop the smirk that formed on his lips. He loved seeing her like this and the more they played this game the more confident she grew. She had begged him at dinner to let her be the dominant one tonight. He was just waiting for the moment she asked him to take over. In Michael’s mind, it was a matter of when not if.
When she found what she was looking for, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. She reminded him not to open his eyes. Taking one hand in hers, she kissed each finger before raising it above his head. He held back a moan when, in her movements, she unintentionally glided over his throbbing erection. He could feel how wet she was already and cursed the woman for not wearing underwear. A tease.
Michael felt the coolness of metal around his wrists and tugged insticintly. Opening his eyes, he saw both hands handcuffed to the metal bars of their bed frame, “What the fuck is this?” He tugged his hands and the metal bit into his skin.
“I know you won’t listen so this is gonna help,” she smiled, “because you’re not going to touch me tonight.”
His eyes widened and he pulled a bit harder, “Don’t be that way, Y/N”
Grinding lightly along his length, she leaned close to his face, taking whatever she could it in her small hand, “Payback is a bitch, baby. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you come,” she smiled.
He knew he was in for it. She was already feeding him his own lines. He instantly regretted every time he had teased her, every time he denied her orgasm as punishment.
She ran her hands along his chest which was already rising and falling rapidly. Scooting down his body, she slowly licked up his length, kissing the tip when she finished. He hissed at the contact and his hips moved to chase her lips as she sat up.
“Take that off, love” he said as she played with the straps of her slip.
She moved up his body, now straddling his torso, “Ask nicely,”
“Please, baby. I want to see you,” his hand reached out for her but it didn’t reach far.
She played with the hem of the slip, “Only because you’ve been so good so far. Much better than I expected,” she said, lifting it off and exposing her breasts to him.
He tried hard to regulate his breathing. He was aware of how ragged it was and how he groaned whenever she got close enough for him to feel the heat of her body but not close enough to touch.
“Are you ready?” She asked, positioning him at her entrance. He nodded furiously and cursed through gritted teeth when she lowered himself on him completely, “Do you like when I ride you like this?” Michael couldn’t answer with the way she bounced on top of him. He thought surely she was trying to kill him with the way she clenched around him as she lifted herself off him only to come down heavily to fill herself again. He wanted to touch her. He needed to touch her.
“Baby, please,” he pulled on his hands, “No more of this. I’ll be good,”
She only smiled and continued to ride him with no abandon. She could feel him throbbing inside her and when he bucked up into her she stopped her movements. Cutting off his protests, she said “Do not come unless I say. Do you understand me?”
She could see how watery his eyes had become and she knew he didn’t have much left in him. She slowed her pace to a lazy grind, leaning into him so they were chest to chest. She took to sucking on that spot under his ear that drove him wild.
“Please baby,” he whined, “I’ve been good for you. I need it.” She felt how heavy he was breathing. His skin was warm to the touch and for a second she considered it.
“No,” she kissed him gently.
“Jesus fucking-” he watched as her breasts bounce and she threw her head back in ecstasy. Her hands were on her body in a way he wished his were, “Baby,” his voice came out higher than he intended, “I just want to touch my girl. Please. I won’t finish without it,”
She stopped her movements and stared into his eyes for a moment before reaching over him to get the key. As she did, he reached as far as he could to kiss her chest. Unlocking each hand, he grabbed her neck to bring her down to him once more. His kiss was sloppy, all teeth and tongue, as he used the other hand to grip her hip.
“Please,” he pleaded, “please move”
She continued her original pace, clenching and grinding and moving in a way that would ruin him. She leaned back, steadying herself on the bed as he held her hips. When he could feel the heat rising to his face and his throbbing refused to quit, he moved his thumb to her clit and rubbed tight circles. He knew she was close. She was gasping for air, tugging at her own hair and she chased that high. As they both came, she leaned down to kiss him.
“You were amazing,” he said through his own panting.
She smiled, taking each of his wrists to plant a gentle kiss, “I think I’d like to try that again,”
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