Well, her legs were open, and she wasn't going to deny me.
I climbed onto the bed and settled on top of her, sliding my skin against hers in a way that made my cock jump between my legs.
"I am going to fuck you so hard you won't have time to make smartass comments," I murmured, moving up so I could look her right in the eye.
I worked my fingers into her hair, grabbing a tight hold so she couldn't move or look away. "Do you understand? I'm going to fuck you as much as I like, and there's nothing you can do about it. You're here, helpless and bound for me. I have access to your pussy, that pretty mouth of yours, that sweet ass. All of you is mine right now. Do you understand?"
I could feel her shiver under me, and I watched her swallow hard. When she didn't answer, I tightened my grip on her hair until she cried out.
"Do you understand?" I asked a third time.
"Yes," she panted. "Fuck. I hear you."
"Good." I growled the word right into her ear, following it up with a bite and then a little lick just because I could.
I kissed her, hard and full on the mouth, taking my time. My lips caressed hers, softly at first, and then with more intensity, pressing and coaxing until she gasped softly and I could press my tongue inside.
I meant to lay claim there, to tangle my tongue with hers, every action screaming 'mine, mine, mine' while I kissed her and took her apart.
While my mouth was busy, I slid my hand down her body, skimming over her curves and soft skin until it found itself between her legs, toying with the growing wetness there.
Ash was already getting worked up, and I smirked into the kiss, finding her clit with my index finger and pressing down in slow circles until she moaned against my mouth.
I laughed and did it again and then once more for good measure. Because I could.
Because she had put herself in my hands, and I could do what I wanted with her for the most part. She had her portion of control; she could stop the whole thing if she wanted. But she never had before. She always took what I gave her like a champion, and I knew she'd do the same that day.
I worked my fingers over her clit a few more times, savoring the way she shuddered and moaned and tried to buck up to get more friction. Of course, tied down like she was, there wasn't anywhere for her to go, and I laughed softly, biting down on her lower lip and tugging at it for a bit before I let it go.
"You're mine," I said. "You'll get what I give you."
Ash whined softly, twisting in the ropes, but there wasn't enough slack for her to do anything other than frustrate herself.
I laughed again.
My fingers moved on from her clit to find her wet hole, and I circled it a few times, watching the pleasure and frustration play out on her face. She wanted to beg, I was willing to bet, but was holding herself back, not wanting to give in so soon. And that was fine. She could hold out for as long as she wanted to. It would just take longer for her to get what she wanted from me, and I was the only one who could give it to her.
So I kept up the tease, dipping a finger into her and then pulling back, sliding against her entrance but not going any further, letting her feel the girth of three fingers against her hole and then taking them away.
It wasn't enough to get her anywhere close to getting off, just drive up her frustration and make her crazy with need.
Her eyes were wild when she looked at me, and she was biting down on her hip hard, bucking and writhing in the ropes after just a few minutes of that teasing.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, tipping my head to the side. "Is there something you want?"
"I hate you," she panted, face flushed and mouth twisted into a pout.
"No, you don't. You want me to fuck you. You want me to take this cock and plunge it into this hot, wet little pussy of yours, don't you?"
Ash shook her head, but there was no hiding how sopping wet she was. If her thighs hadn't been held apart by how wide her ankles were spread, she would have been sticky and smearing juices everywhere. As it was, my hand was a mess, and I lifted it up, making a show of licking my palm and then each individual finger, cleaning them off.
"Mm," I hummed. "You taste good. Only a little desperate."
"I'm not desperate," she snapped.
"Really? Then maybe I'll just leave you here for a bit. Tied up and helpless, soaking wet. I have things I could be doing until you're ready to cooperate."
I moved like I was going to get up off of the bed, but I had no intention of going anywhere.
"No," she breathed, so soft like she didn't want to be saying it.
I stopped, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Don't go."
"Hm, and what would you have me do instead?" I asked her, even though it was a stupid question and we both knew it.
She made a frustrated sound and tried to tug at the ropes once more, but when she didn't budge them, it seemed like she was accepting her helplessness. "Fuck me," she said.
I smirked. "We all know you're a needy little slut that wants to get her pussy filled," I said. "Making demands isn't going to get you there."
Her cheeks were so pink, the attractive flush spreading down to her neck and chest while I watched. She confirmed all the things I
