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“Tell me how I make you feel, baby…” you cooed, feeling Adrian shudder as you gently clamped your teeth down on his adam’s apple for a brief moment.
“God, sweetheart, nobody else could ever make me feel like you do,” he gasped. From your spot above him, you admired his smooth, pale skin and how red it flushed when he got all worked up, “I think about you all the ti-”
Adrian’s praises were abruptly cut off with a whimper as he felt you lazily wrap your hand around his leaking cock to grip it at the base. You shook your head disapprovingly.
“Keep going, baby,” you taunted him, starting to pump your hand up and down his shaft at an agonisingly slow pace, “I never said you were allowed to stop.”
“I-I think ab-out you all the time.” Adrian panted. Your eyes flitted up briefly to watch his arms tug at their restraints, the angry skin peeking out from underneath the cuffs that chained him to the bed. Your eyes were quick to dart back down to look at him expectantly.
“And what do you do when you think about me?”
Adrian couldn’t help himself. He bucked his hips up in a pathetic attempt to meet yours, which were hovering just too high above him to reach. He flung his head back in frustration with a grunt, his brown curls matting themselves in friction against the pillows. Your scowl deepened as you quickly removed your hand from his cock and wrapped it around his throat, knowing the perfect amount of pressure to apply at the sides that would still allow him to talk.
“What do you do when you think about me, huh? I bet you touch yourself thinking about me,” you boasted, watching his watery eyes follow your every move as he gasped through your chokehold, “Is that right, honey? Do you get yourself off to the thought of me?”
“Yes!” he cried, “Yes, god, yes, jesus christ,I think about you every time I touch myself.”
Your silence compelled him to continue.
“I think about you touching me every time I jerk myself off, and I think about you fucking me all the fucking time, and sometimes I try to pretend that my hand is yours but it’s never as good. It’s never as good, angel, please… I need you to fuck me.” Adrian babbled, mouth hanging open in desperation.
“Of course you do, baby. You’re fucking pathetic.”
Your heart fluttered in delight as you watched his brows furrow together in impatience and his face flush even redder in embarrassment. You trailed your hand back down his torso, taking your sweet time to enjoy the feel of his soft skin and the way he jumped a little every time your fingertips brushed past another ripple between his abs.
Looking down as your middle finger traced his v-line, you could see his cock, hard and throbbing, twitch back and forth against his thin, sparse brush of pubic hair. You cruelly let your fingers amble past his aching need, faintly brushing a fingertip against his taint and laughing as Adrian choked at the sensation, before removing your hand from his body entirely to line yourself up with his pulsating hole.
You chuckled again, watching him instinctively pull his knees up to give you better access to him like a good boy, just as you had taught him, and he began to writhe around at the contact, desperately trying to fill himself with you.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart? Is this what’s gotten you all worked up?” you jeered.
Adrian caterwauled, his voice wantonly cracking, as he felt the tip of your cock stretch open his entrance and blunderingly tried to quiet himself with a string of ‘fuck’s and ‘please’s.
“How fucking embarrassing for you.”
You greedily buried the rest of your cock inside him, simpering wickedly as you heard him grunt loudly through gritted teeth.
Adrian’s head was reeling. He’d long lost count of how many times you’d fucked him like this, with his knees to the sky and his cock dripping like a good little whore for you. And yet he found that each and every time, it was a painful and deliciously overstimulating task to adjust to how well you filled him up.
His mewling wasn’t enough for you. You wouldn’t dare start fucking him properly until you hit just the spot you were looking for. Gripping his slender hips, you tugged him deeper onto your cock, your own hips nuzzling further and further until a salacious yelp was heard hurtling from the back of his throat.
By this point, you were no longer interested in drawing out the torture any longer, henceforth, you immediately began to piston your hips at a steady pace, just slow enough to be sure you were brushing his prostate most, if not every time.
Immediately, Adrian began to wail. His fists were wound so tightly that his palms were sure to be littered with crescent moon-shaped bruises the next day, but he could hardly sense the pain at all, as his attention was focussed solely on the pleasure you’d finally relinquished.
“Surely you know those deplorable little noises of yours only make me fuck you harder baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, “Yes, please, I just need you to fuck me harder, I need you to use me, please.”
“You’re so fucked up for wanting this, sweetheart.”
“I know! I know, I know, I know, I know, god, just please don’t stop” Adrian begged, and you silently obliged. You sat up on your haunches, lifting his hips up off the bed so you could fuck him even deeper. His whining instantaneously grew in volume with the new angle and you could see the perspiration on his forehead begin to form in droplets and roll down his temples.
“Imagine what everyone would think of you if they saw you like this…” you bragged, voice dripping with iniquity.
“Yes!”
“Imagine if they all saw big bad Vigilante getting used as a babbling little fleshlight, all for me…”
“Yes, fuck!”
“I bet you’d get off on it, wouldn’t you honey?”
“Yes, fuck, god, yes!” Adrian professed, chest heaving up and down with fervour.
His tears gathered in the corner of his eyes and the rough, harsh pace you were fucking him at was enough to set them free, tumbling down his face in a race to the pillow beneath his head.
Before long, he was reduced to a brainless, thoughtless vessel of sin, only able to sputter out a broken, never ending refrain of ‘please’, ‘thank you’, and ‘right there, oh god, right there’.
“Oh, you’re just too dumb for words,” you lamented, “my poor, dumb little cockslut can’t even talk properly anymore.”
“Please, so close, wanna cum, been so good for you, please...” Adrian lamented, feeling the familiar heat begin to rise in his loins. He could no longer think; his head was thrown back against the pillow in ecstasy, and all he had left in him was to spit out the few words he could remember to try and beg for your permission.
“It’s alright baby, you don’t need to think anymore, you just leave that part up to me. I want you to show me what a good boy you are and how hard you can cum for me.” you praised.
The veins in Adrian’s forehead pulsed, his face turning beet-red as he came. His mouth was wide open, letting out an obnoxiously loud and lascivious assortment of gasps and howls. His seed came spilling out all over his stomach, over and over and over again as you buried your cock as deep inside of him as you could, thrusting only forwards to hit his prostate until it was painful.
“Just like that, gorgeous, that’s my good boy” you gushed, simultaneously lowering him back down onto the bed as you pulled out. You quickly freed him from his restraints and settled in next to him, your thumb gently massaging the irritated skin of one of his wrists.
“That’s my good boy.”