since you can’t stop watching my hands, why don’t you let me wrap one around your throat while the other one makes you cum, then you can tell me which one you liked better.
you’ve been staring all night. trying to be subtle about it. watching my hands when i pick up my drink. when i gesture while talking. when i run them through my hair. thinking i don’t notice.
but i notice everything, angel. especially when you’re this obvious.
“come here.” pulling you closer. you responding so easily. always so good for me. “you like my hands, baby?”
you blushing. caught. nodding. “yes…” “yes what?” “yes, i like your hands…”
“i can tell. you’ve been watching them for the past hour.” bringing one hand to your face. cupping your jaw. thumb stroking your cheek. you leaning into it. “they’re pretty, right?”
you nodding. “so pretty…” me smiling. “want to know what else they’re good for besides being pretty?”
your breath catching. knowing where this is going. wanting it desperately. “yes… please…”
“please what, love?” making you say it. you whimpering. “please show me… what your hands can do…”
me tilting my head. considering. “okay, baby. but we’re going to do this my way.” you nodding eagerly. “anything…”
“lie down.” you doing it immediately. me following. settling beside you. one hand sliding to your throat. light pressure. testing. “like this?”
you gasping. nodding. “yes…” me increasing pressure slightly. watching your eyes. “good. keep your eyes on me, angel. i want to see your face.”
other hand sliding down your body. over your clothes. between your legs. you already squirming. “so eager. and i haven’t even really touched you yet.”
applying more pressure to your throat. not enough to really restrict. just enough to feel controlled. you moaning. hips lifting. seeking my other hand.
“patience, baby.” hand between your legs rubbing over your pants. feeling how wet you already are. “god, you’re soaked. all from watching my hands?”
you nodding. can’t speak with pressure on your throat. me easing up slightly. “use your words, love.” “yes… just from your hands… i’ve been thinking about them all night…”
“thinking about what, exactly?” increasing throat pressure again. hand working between your legs more purposefully. you gasping. “thinking about… them inside me… around my throat… everywhere…”
“well you’re getting both now, aren’t you?” unbuttoning your pants. sliding them down. you helping. desperate. me watching your face the whole time.
finally touching you directly. sliding through wetness. you moaning loudly. me tightening my grip on your throat. “shh. not too loud, baby.”
working you slowly. one finger. then two. curling. finding that spot. hand on your throat pulsing. squeeze. release. squeeze. watching your eyes go hazy.
“still think they’re pretty, angel?” you trying to nod. trying to answer. me not giving you enough air to speak properly. “that’s okay. you don’t have to talk just yet.”
pumping my fingers. curling them perfectly. stretching you. hand still wrapped around your throat. you completely at my mercy.
getting you close fast. can feel it. the way you’re clenching. the way your hips are moving. “going to cum for me, baby? going to show me how much you love these hands?”
you trying to answer. just gasping. eyes rolling back. me working you harder. faster. hand on your throat tightening. “cum. now.”
you breaking. cumming around my fingers. whole body convulsing. me loosening my grip on your throat. letting you breathe. letting you scream. fingers still moving. working you through it.
finally slowing. pulling my fingers out. you gasping. trying to catch your breath. me bringing my wet fingers to your lips. hand still loosely on your throat.
“open.” you obeying. me sliding my fingers into your mouth. “clean them. taste what my pretty hands did to you.”
you sucking. tongue working. cleaning every bit of yourself off. me watching. “good girl. such a good girl for me.”
pulling my fingers out. both hands on your face now. cupping it. “so, angel. which did you like better? hand on your throat or fingers inside you?”
you looking dazed. thinking. “both… need both…” me smiling. “good answer, baby. because you’re getting both again. right now.”
