7. Trading Places
I know. I know. This is different from what was on the list but the idea just wouldn't leave my mind.
7. Fucking Sylus with a pocket pussy. đMDNIđ
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When you told Sylus about wanting to use a pocket pussy on him while you watched, he didnât laugh. He just leveled that crimson gaze at you, a slow smirk spreading across his face as if youâd just handed him an easy win. He liked a challenge, but he liked a guaranteed victory even more. To him, you were playing a game you had no chance of winning, walking directly into a trap with a toy in hand.
The air in his room felt like it was vibrating but you didn't look away. You kept your eyes locked on his, watching that smug, untouchable mask of his start to hairline fracture. He thought this was a performance. He thought he was the audience, sitting there in his kingly arrogance, just waiting to be entertained.
Oh, he had no idea.
The sound of your breath hitting the synthetic material felt unnervingly loud in the silence of the room. When you spat, a slick moisture pooling on the entrance, you saw it, the exact moment his predator persona slipped. His jaw tightened, a small muscle leaping in his cheek.
"Is that it?" he rasped, his confidence still there.
He was posturing. He was trying to regain the upper hand by acting unimpressed, but the way his hands gripped the silk sheets, knuckles turning white, veins popping along the backs of his hands betrayed him. He was bracing himself.
Determined to wipe that look off his face, you focused entirely on him first. You leaned over his lap and took just the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He let out a low hum, fingers coming up to tangle in your hair, gently but firmly guiding your head, subtly forcing you to take him just a bit deeper than you intended, asserting his dominance.
When you pulled away, you did it slowly. Heavy, viscous strings of saliva stretched between your lips and his cock, bridging the small distance between you.
Sylus stared down at the wet trail connecting you to him, his thumb tracing his bottom lip. He didn't look broken at all, if anything, he looked incredibly amused. "Cocky," he muttered with a dark glint in his eyes. "You think a little spit is going to break me? You're going to have to try a lot harder than that, kitten."
"Let's find out"
The moment the silicone gripped him a sharp hiss escaped through his clenched teeth. You guided the opening over the crown, slowly, inch by inch, watching the material stretch as it swallowed his cock.
Before you could even start a proper rhythm, his hand shot out, wrapping firmly around your waist and with a sudden tug he pulled your body flush against his, trapping you close.
"If you're going to do this, do it right," he whispered darkly, intentionally rolling his hips up, forcing himself deep into the sleeve with a hard thrust that caught you off guard. The wet, loud suction echoed in the room, and he smirked at your startled gasp. "What's the matter? You're the one holding the reins. Act like it."
Pushing past the slight tremor in your hands you gripped the base of the toy and started moving it up and down until the silence of the bedroom vanished, replaced by the sound of wet plastic working against his slick skin. You leaned in closer, crowding his space until your nose brushed his, forcing him to look at you.
"Does it feel good, Sy?" you watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard. "Does it squeeze you just right? Tell me..." you paused, letting the wet friction of the toy do the talking for a second. "Does it feel as good as the real thing? Does it feel as wet and tight as mine?"
His chest was rising and falling faster now, but he refused to give you the satisfaction of begging. His lips brushed against yours without actually kissing you, a torturous tease of his own.
"It's tight," he admitted "But it lacks your warmth. It lacks the way you moan when I'm inside you. If you want to compare, why don't you let me slide out of this plastic and into you right now?."
"No, I think you like watching me use this on you. Does it turn you on? knowing you're just lying there, taking it from me?" you tried to maintain your edge, but your heart was hammering against your ribs "I mean, look at you, you're practically shaking."
To punish your arrogance he stalled your hand, using his strength to freeze the toy right at his most sensitive spot, letting the suction squeeze him while he stared you down. "I'm letting you have your fun. There's a difference. But if you keep playing with your mouth like that, I might have to find another use for it."
"Oh...tsk...you look a little tense, Sylus. Is the big, bad leader of Onychinus getting overwhelmed by a plastic toy?"
That finally did it. His smugness was rapidly fracturing, melting away into a burning desire he could no longer hide behind sharp comebacks. His head fell back against the headboard for a brief second, a low groan ripping from his throat as you twisted the toy juuuust right at the base of his dick. When he looked back at you, the amusement was entirely gone, replaced by a needy hunger that made him look completely undone.
"Enough games," his hand tried to force yours to move faster "I'm done waiting."
You smiled, a slow, triumphant expression that perfectly mirrored his earlier arrogance. "Not yet."
While one hand kept the perfect friction with the toy, you brought the other one down. Using the sharp tips of your nails and the soft pads of your fingers, you lightly dragged them over his heavy balls, teasing the sensitive skin with feather light touches.
His eyes went wide. The contrast between the tight suction on his cock and the teasing scratches below pushed him right to the brink of his tolerance. His hips buckled, his entire body trembling as he fought the urge to spill over right then and there.
â"I'll let you cum, Sy, but only if you say please," you whispered, pressing a soft, mocking kiss to his jawline.
âHe let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, his teeth grinding together as you gave the pocket pussy a fast down stroke "You're...fuck... unbelievable"
âYou kept him right on the edge, easing off the speed just enough to keep him from ruining himself. He held out for another thirty seconds of excruciating friction, his hips jerking helplessly against the toy, his pride fighting a losing battle against the sensation overloading his senses. Finally, his fingers dug into your thigh, his grip bruisingly tight as the last of his resistance broke.
â"Please," he looked up at you with completely surrendered eyes, every ounce of control stripped away. "Please, sweetie... let me cum."
â"Good boy," you murmured, giving him exactly what he wanted.
He came with a loud groan at the praise, his body shuddering beneath you in long waves as he emptied himself into the sleeve. The dominant, untouchable aura he usually carried was fractured, leaving him looking wrecked.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at the toy in your hand, then up at your face. A lazy smile began to return to his lips, though his voice was still a ruined rasp.
"You had your fun. You got me to beg. But if you think you're getting out of this bed without finding out exactly how much tighter you are than that piece of plastic... you're sorely mistaken. Toss the toy. It's my turn now."
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