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You’d been sleeping with Albert for a while, it was fun but sometimes you just wanted to have your fun with the man…when you got on top of him, he flipped you over. You would get his legs pinned while you sucked him off and he’d turn you over on your stomach. Every time…
It was always nice, don’t get a guy wrong. Having a man basically cage himself around you while he jerked you off while fucking you nice and steady was always good but your mind wondered sometimes.
You were hanging out on his couch, watching whatever came on his TV meanwhile he made lunch. You sat up slightly as you got an idea after thinking it over basically the entire time you’d been sat there.
Albert came back, handing you a sandwich as he sat down, you jumped up. “I want coffee actually, do you want coffee?”
He gave you an odd look. “Uh, tea?” You smiled, even better.
You gave him a smile as you crept into his kitchen. You made yourself a small cup of coffee, you dug through his cabinet and bingo, Albert had trouble sleeping for a while so you bought him tea that was supposed to help him relax. You steamed the tea, but also steeped a non caffeinated kind to mask the taste, and you mixed in a crushed sleeping pill, only little. Plus a dash of milk, hoping it would be enough.
You’d eaten half your sandwich, happily handing him the mug. He took a sip as you laid your legs over his lap, you watched him closely, you didn’t want to get overly excited just yet.
He made a face as he took another sip. He eyed you smelling the tea. “What is this?”
You tilted your head. “You said your throat was a bit sore from how much you’ve been having to direct people at work didn’t you? I just let a cough drop steep in…”
Albert tutted, the answer satisfying as he drank more frivolously as his eyes went back to the TV.
You swallowed your own coffee happily. Got him.
You watched the clock closely, after a few minutes you shifted while you were beside him, leaning against his side. Then you slid a hand onto his thigh. He finished his tea, tossing the rest back then laughed softly, pulling you on him.
Albert stared up at you, eyes seeming slightly unfocused. “You wanna try something again?” He mumbled, putting a hand on the side of your face, thumb sliding across your cheek.
You were gonna try something alright.
You put your arms around the back of his neck, planting yourself in his lap. “Yeah, you know me.”
He smiled as he moved an arm behind the couch. Your face flushed, dick twitching to life slightly, he pulled out that damn mask.
He smiled at you, he blinked, as if he didn’t fully realize he was moving. “Woah…but yeah…” he looked at you hopefully. You grinned, nodding at him enthusiastically.
You pulled the mask from his hand, he planted his hands on your thighs, sliding his fingers up, as you took the smiling bottom half of the mask, securing it around his face. Then you slid the upper half over his face.
You swallowed, blood running hotter as now all you could read from him was his eyes, they always looked so dark behind that creepy mask…
Albert breathed in deep, slow, as he moved a hand up onto your hip, squeezing. You smiled ever so sweetly as you stepped back, off of his lap, slowly pulling him up.
He wobbled, you were afraid for a moment that if he toppled over you wouldn’t be able to get him back up. He straightened himself up but he looked down at you, eyes kind of blurry.
“I…don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He huffed, he always seemed to push his shoulders more forward when he wore the mask, as if more confident.
You patted his chest with your palm, “you’re alright big guy, maybe we need to have you lay down hm? Give yourself a minute…old guy.” You smiled teasing, his eyes rolled behind the mask as you held his hand and led him to his bedroom.
He shuffled himself a bit unsteadily to the bed as he laid down on his back. He folded his hands over his ribs. The sight of him laying like that, in that mask, almost made you laugh. You walked over slowly, smoothing a hand soothingly over his chest. “Just take a minute Al…” you spoke softly.
His eyes closed, and after a minute he was snoring. You stared at the mask. At one point it did intimidate you, the way it looked in the dark shadows of the basement…
You smiled to yourself as you got off the bed, you pulled out Albert’s favorite box of items, but for now you were only after one, well two, things.
You carefully moved over the bed, on top of Albert, his snoring echoed inside the mask. You grinned, you were so excited for this. You unfolded his hands, carefully listening to his breathing and snoring. You moved one wrist up, clicking a cuff around his wrist, then the other side you clicked around the bed frame. You paused, then repeated the action to the other wrist.
You felt yourself grow hard in your jeans looking at him…his head slightly hung forward, arms raised, stuck to the bed frame now. His breathing was slow as his chest rose and fell. You leaned forward slightly, the way his eyes were closed so softly behind the eerie mask…you licked your lips as you rocked your hips on his for a moment.
You looked at the clothing between you both, it wouldn't do. You got off his lap, and then you unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. You huffed slightly, pulling clothes off someone who was dead weight was damn hard. After his pants were off you watched him again, he didn't stir even slightly. You got back on him, now his underwear is just keeping you between him.
You waited though…
You kept watching for a few minutes as he seemed so peaceful, you were almost getting impatient because as the minutes passed the thought of how he would wake up only made you harder and harder.
Then, his left wrist twitched, you stirred into action, leaning forward as his eyes opened. His eyes squinted behind the mask, his hips rose as his leg adjusted. You sat back, making his leg lay flat against the bed. Don't make me regret not tying your legs…
Albert turned his head, eyes widening behind the mask as he looked at his wrist cuffed to the bed, then he looked forward, eyes meeting yours. “What the fuck?” He spat roughly.
His tone only made you harder. You planted your hands on his chest as you leaned your head over his. “Surprise!” You grinned, a bit wicked at him.
His right wrist now pulled at the cuff, his eyes narrowed at yours. “If you release me now…you won't be in trouble.” His voice was steady but you knew the tone underneath was dangerous. You grinded your hips into his, shaking your head.
“It's not fair Al, you always get to have your fun, it's my turn.” He tried to sit up slightly, pulling at the cuffs.
“What did you do to me?” He spoke more rough, his breathing picked up. His body tensed under you, he pulled harder at the cuffs. You shrugged, smiling at him.
“Easy! That tea you used to drink before bed and half a sleeping pill.”
You grinded your ass against him again, slowly, you could feel him start to harden under you, so easy only his underwear protecting him. He paused his pulling. He sighed, his pupils seemed wide behind the mask. “I have to applaud you…”
Albert thrashed his arm forward so hard you heard the wood almost crack.. You watched as the muscle in his arm tensed. “You’re dead though…” his voice was rough, a shiver running up your spine.
You nodded at him, shrugging, you moved back slightly, straddling his thighs more so as you rubbed your palm over his half hard cock. His legs tensed, you kept your eyes on his cock that was hardening more by the second, ignoring his eyes that glared daggers at you.
You saw the way his abdomen tensed, he held his breath. He enjoyed the way you worked your hands over him but he was livid that you'd drugged him. Ironic wasn't it?
Then slowly you pulled his underwear to the side, the hole of the jock cup and let his hard cock free. You scooted back slightly and he tried to raise his legs up.
“Knock that off.” His voice was lower than usual, you really did get under his skin this time. You grinned as you sat up, slowly stroking your hand over his cock. Base to tip, he breathed out slowly, you saw the way his hips tensed. A growl-like sound rumbled from behind the mask as you kept up your slow movements. His fists kept clenched, tense against the metal cuffs.
You kept an eye on him as minutes passed with his slow breathing, pretending he didn't care one bit while your hands stroked him faster, bit by bit. You finally made him react positively when you leaned over top of his cock and spit gently, a string connecting your mouth to his tip, he'd raised his head to watch and he'd let out a low groan as his abdomen tensed again. You watched him take in a deep breath as your hand worked more fluidly over his cock.
“This is it? This is what you wanted?” His voice was still low, he let out a strained chuckle, but you could see his neck blooming red, he was absolutely turned on and he was really pissed about it.
You narrowed your eyes slightly, your own dick stiff against the zipper of your jeans but you wouldn't let him make you go any faster with this. You twisted your hand up and down the tip of his cock rapidly, making his shoulders tense as he breathed out suddenly.
His blue eyes were wide behind the mask, his dull nails pressed into his palms now, while he pulled against the cuffs again. “Stop that!”
You grinned mischievously at him, you could see his heart thudding under his chest. His shirt was only slightly ridden up, but you could see how his heart beat. He was straining hard against the restraints as you kept moving your slick singers around his tip. his fists were tight - now not in anger - no you were getting to him. He didn't want to cum yet.
He breathed harder as his wide eyes stared into yours, you felt him throb once in your hand, and suddenly you pulled your hand away.
He groaned, almost making a snarl as his hips chased your hand. You could see the way his tip weeped for your touch now.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Albert huffed loudly at you, he pulled at the cuffs again, wood creaking in protest again.
You moved off the bed, stepping away and you dug in the box where you’d pulled the cuffs from. Albert shifted on the bed, cock standing up, so hard it was red, while he shifted trying to look what you were doing, curious but almost afraid of what you’d do next.
You pushed a palm against your own hard dick as you stood up, a small bullet vibrator in hand, Albert’s legs tensed. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He spoke quickly, tense, his voice muffled behind the mask but threatening.
You moved to pull off your jeans, he almost seemed relieved, until you settled back to sitting on his legs, pinning him, he eyed you hard in your underwear.
His hope fizzled as soon as you pressed the vibrator to the base of his hard cock, pressing the button springing it to life. The low rumble against him made his shoulders shake. He tried to shift his legs under you, trying to push you away. “Fucking stop that!” He shouted. He tried to push his hips up, you pushed the vibe harder against his straining cock and his hips dropped you.
He groaned loudly as you pushed it up slowly, he breathed hard, eyes going unfocused as you slid it back down, up, down…
You pushed the button, it getting stronger, you pressed it against the tip of his cock and it seeped again. He moaned, his hand falling from a fist, just flat as he was pushing against the cuffs, they dug into his skin. His cock trickled again and you slid it back down to the base of his dick, between the base and his balls, you watched as his eyes rolled back behind the mask.
Soon enough he was thrusting his hips against the vibe in your hand, up, down, the redness of his face behind the mask bloomed down his neck, down to his chest. He moaned as his head tilted back, horns of the mask hitting off the headboard. You felt him throb once in your hand, again, then you pulled the vibrator back, turning it off.
His eyes snapped open as his head shot up. “No!” He shouted, hips chasing you again, hand turning to fists against the cuffs, you could see his wrists getting red from his straining. You were grinning at him, and the sight made you so hard.
“No?” You repeated back.
His blue eyes were wide, he seemed to have some sort of internal battle, you watched his throat as he swallowed. He leaned as forward towards you as he could, “Don’t stop….” He mumbled finally, his arms went slack.
You grinned, wide, you slowly moved to pull off your underwear. Don’t stop…you broke him.
His eyes went wide again as you hovered over him, stroking yourself slowly. You sighed out shakily, finally getting relief yourself. He nodded slowly, watching you carefully, you pushed a hand on his stomach, up, shifting his shirt further up. He watched you carefully.
You teased again, lowering slightly, thigh brushing against his tip. Just a small touch made his hips move up slightly. You pushed a hand firmly on his stomach, he groaned slightly. You stared, then he tilted his head towards you, sighing softly behind that mask. “Please….” He whispered, clearly not happy about it.
You’d take it.
You grinned as you wet your fingers sloppily. You smoothed your wet fingers over his dick, making him almost shiver, then you smoothed the wet fingers over your hole. You gently grabbed his cock lining him up with yourself before lowering onto him, sighing slightly as you felt him inside you.
Albert breathed in deep, closing his eyes for a moment as you sank yourself completely on him. He tilted his head back again, you watched as his eyes seemed dazed as he stared at the ceiling. “You take me so easy now…” you almost wanted to laugh. You put him inside yourself, you took him easy with your control and here he was probably trying to take some back.
You planted your hands just below his pecs, and you started to fuck your self on his cock. You started steady, not slow. You watched as he seemed to sink further into the bed, eyes closing as he moaned. All of his sounds were muffled but sounded so much deeper behind the grinning mask.
You moaned as you felt him throb inside of you, you shook your head at him slowly. You planted your knees hard beside his thighs, fucking yourself faster as you moved a hand to stroke yourself now.
Albert moaned loud behind the mask as his eyes moved from the ceiling as he watched you stroke yourself. One wrist twitched against the cuff, as if forgetting it was stuck there, he wanted to touch you…it made you smile.
Albert breathed hard, you could hear as his mouth opened, practically gasping behind the mask. You could see in his eyes look almost softer at you, rather than hard daggers. Albert moaned as he pushed his hips up into you, you gasped slightly as you stroked yourself faster.
“Slow down…” he whispered.
Your eyes widened, but you went faster. His eyes widened again, “no…” he whispered, yiu stroked faster, you but your lip as you fucked your self harder on him still ignoring him. He shook his head, mask not even shifting. “No.” He said louder.
You laughed as you watched your own cock throb in your hand, you pushed your hand harder against his chest, nails gently digging in, making him moan loud. “Wait.” He said a bit more desperate, your eyes widened as you pushed down harder and harder, your dick throbbed, dribbling slightly onto Albert’s skin.
His arms started to tense again. “Please I can’t…” he spoke louder, the low rough tone gone, a bit more gentle. It made your blood feel like lava within your body, insides melting at how he spoke now. The desperate tone made your head spin. You stroked yourself in short strokes at your tip, squeezing slightly. You bit your lip as you stared at him, shaking your head.
He shook his head back, his eyes narrowed. “Fuck…” he groaned out, loud, you felt him throb, again, more intense. You watched as his abdomen tightened and suddenly you felt his legs tense as well. “Fuck me.” He said rough, he groaned loudly and you’d suddenly felt him spill inside you.
He pushed his head back against the pillow, mask scraping on the headboard again. He breathed hard, ragged again as he went stiff against the bed. His eyes squeezed shut, you watched him with intense satisfaction. You kept going, and soon he began to squirm. “Stop.” He said, again, but it was different this time.
You shook your head as his blue eyes landed on you again, whining softly as you felt him continue throb.
He said your name desperately, his eyes wide behind the mask, oh so different than before. “Stop..stop…” his breathing was ragged as torso tense, so much so as if he was trying to sit up, as if he was curling in on himself. You clenched around him and for a moment Albert almost looked cross eyed when he felt it. It would’ve made you laugh except you felt him throb, milking more from him.
It was good, all so fun to watch. You tilted your head back as you moaned into the air. You slammed yourself hard against him, you squeezed, stroking yourself long before you moaned again. You felt yourself spill over Albert’s stomach.
It took a minute before you stopped gently rocking your hips on him, you let go of your cock before you looked back down to Albert.
His arms hung slack, his head was tilted down, he was still breathing hard while he stared at you. You smiled softly before leaning over, shifting to release him from your hole, he seemed to tense again as you did so, grabbing the edge of the box, and you pulled out keys. You could see his cock finally able to start to soften.
You leaned forward and uncuffed each hand. You sat back, between his legs as you watched him, kind of unsteadily sit up, rubbing his wrists.
You weren’t sure what to expect but what you hadn’t expected was for Albert to suddenly rip off the bottom half of the mask. He dropped it into the box, he moved a hand behind your head and you practically smashed his lips into yours. He kissed you hard, almost manic. He pulled back slightly, speaking against your lips. “You are evil, you are vile.”
He sounded desperate. He moved to kiss along your jaw, he kissed towards your neck before wrapping his lips around the side of your neck, teeth grazing at your skin. He bit gently, kissing, sucking, everything he could think of as he pulled you hard and close against himself.
“You drugged me…” he mumbled, you weren’t sure if he’d ever sounded more aroused. You grinned to yourself, lopsided and out of it.
“I’d do it again.” You moaned softly as he sank his teeth into the side of your neck before pulling back.
“I imagine you will…” you felt him press his tongue against the side of your neck, sliding over your skin.
You were happy at the very least he wasn’t mad at you, he actually seemed to like it a lot.
Seemed or rather you knew he did as you could feel him hard, poking at your thigh again.