Dom(M) + Sub(F) Mutual Masturbation [M/F]

just writing what i wish someone would do to me;) might continue.

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She comes into his room. She knows this is a bad idea, that common convention dictates he can never touch her, but it was either agree to his little game or let him take her.

Six feet. Only seventy-two inches between his cock and her pussy, and only his word that he won’t cross the room and break her sweet little body in two.

He is seated in the armchair in the corner of the room, watching her as she carefully paces to the bed. His mock-disinterested expression is juxtaposed with the heat in his eyes, the way he relaxes against the deep red cushions, the way his legs are splayed open lazily.

The way his fingers are dragging up and down his cock. It’s larger than she expected, wonders if she’d fit, how good it might feel to split herself in half on that leaking tip…No. That’s not what she’s here for.

She swallows, nervous and uncertain, eying the space between them. It’s space he could easily cross if he wanted to, and they both know it. He speaks first. “It’s exactly six feet.. I measured.” He pauses, humming as his fingers circle the flushed head of his cock, spreading his precum. His eyes are not on her face, instead raking up and down her figure. “I’ve fulfilled your desires,” he continues, an unexpected grin stretching his mouth, like the cat who caught the canary. “It’s your turn to fulfill mine.”

She nods, hands jumping to her waist, gathering the material of her black long-sleeved t-shirt. He tsks, sitting up. “Did I ask you to undress?” He bites out. The armchair scoots forward an inch at his sudden movement, scraping across the wooden floor, and she eyes it with apprehension. He watches her knowingly. “I’ll only stick to my end of the deal if you stick to yours, sweetheart,” he purrs.

This can’t end with him inside her. She can’t belong to him, and that’s what would happen. He would own her body, her soul. “I’m sorry,” she breathes. “I – what do you want me to do?”

He stares at her for a long moment before leaning back, returning his hand to his cock. She wonders if he expected her to break there, if he expects her to continue to mess up until he can steal enough inches to be able to touch her. It solidifies something in her, something that suddenly wants to win.

“On the bed,” he says finally, and she sits. “Scoot back – against the headboard.” She does so, eyes on him, trying to ignore the movements of his hands. She shouldn’t look. She shouldn’t. “Good girl,” he breathes, and she shudders under his hot gaze. “Now, take off your jeans. Slowly.”

She follows his instructions to the letter. After her jeans, her shirt and bra follow. His eyes light up at the sight of her tits, flushed as red as her cheeks from embarrassment, and his hand starts moving faster. “God, you’re so tiny,” he moans. “Pinch your nipples for me, sweetheart. Tug hard – oh yes, that’s it.” She flinches at the sharp burst of pain and pleasure as she plays with herself. She can feel herself getting wet, and she’s thankful he hasn’t asked her to open her legs yet. If she can keep his attention on her breasts and away from what’s between her legs, she’ll be able to have a little more time to get comfortable with this. “I want them in my mouth,” he says, dark and confident. “Or I could fuck them. Would you like that, baby? They’re so small, I doubt they could even wrap around my cock. Still, it would feel so good to rut between them. ”

She doesn’t mean to, but at the mention of his cock, her eyes flick down, and she shudders. It’s red now, strained, and she bet if she could feel it that it would be hot to the touch. She presses her legs together, and his eyes dart down her body.

She gulps. Shit.

“Open your legs,” he commands, and she hesitates for barely a second before she lets her thighs fall apart, squeezing her eyes shut with embarrassment. “No, look at me, dirty girl,” he adds, almost threatening. She does, and her breath hitches at the way he stares at the wet spot on her underwear. “Oh,” he sighs, “that’s all for me, isn’t it? I haven’t even touched you, baby. I want to, of course. I would if it wasn’t for your naive sense of morality. My fingers deep inside you, my cock… sweetheart, my cum would already be inside you.”“Oh my god,” she breathes.

He grins. “Rub yourself through your underwear,” he orders, and she does it eagerly, already twitching with sensitivity. Her pussy sparks with feeling from the rough fabric of her soaked through, cotton panties. She knows what she looks like – a whore, exposed totally to his judgment. It’s almost more intimate than him being inside her. Her legs twitch as her fingers slip against her clit, and she fights the urge to come right away. No need to let him know she’s been ready since he first laid eyes on her, since she first laid eyes on his cock. “Yes, that’s it – thatta girl,” he encourages, reaching down to cup his balls. Her breath hitches at the sight, and she makes herself look back up at his face. It’s almost worse, the way his mouth is barely open with pleasure, the way his carefully held expression goes lax at the sight of her, spread out like a feast for him. “You like my body?” he taunts. “It’s changed since we last saw each other, but you have to know I wanted you like this last time too.”

She almost stops, eyes darting to his wide grin at her shock. “You-”

“Yes,” he hisses. “I wanted to fuck you then too. You were mine, always mine, from the beginning. It was only a matter of time before – fuck – I took advantage. You’re so beautiful, so soft. It’s not my fault you were made for me, made to take my cock – you little slut. Take those off now.”

She pulls off her panties as fast as she can, legs falling apart again as her fingers slip and slide through her soaked pussy. “One finger,” he orders, and she complies. “You knew the fucking consequences of that,” he grits out. “Years of making me watch you, knowing I couldn’t have you? Of being a fucking tease? I’m not a good man, my dear. I can hold a grudge.”

“Tell me,” She breathes out, almost against her will.

“Oh, you like that, huh? Poor, helpless little girl, little red riding hood about to be swallowed up by the big bad wolf.” He almost snarls the words, jerking harder, and she dutifully matches his speed. “But she wants it. You want it, don’t you, baby? My tongue in your needy, pink little cunt? You want it even now. You don’t care about how wrong this all is. Not really. And because I know you’re making me wait because you’re a little brat, you better be sure I’m going to make you fucking pay for it.”

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