Handcuffed (Wriothesley x Reader)

🍋3. Cuffed

You were starting to become impatient.

"Please..." you barely managed to whisper.

Wriothesley's hand had now travelled up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. When he finally reached your wrist, he smirked.

"You really don't listen, do you," he said in an almost growl-like whisper.

Before you could utter another word, you felt cold metal clasp around both of your wrists. You had been put in handcuffs.

If you thought you were in trouble before, you were in deep shit now.

Wriothesley stared at your body as you were handcuffed to your bed. You looked so fucking beautiful and obedient in that moment that he was having trouble breathing normally. He couldn't help but notice how wet you had become. It could make him salivate.

You opened your mouth to speak again, but he interrupted.

"If you think you can apologize for all the rules you keep breaking, then you'd better keep your pretty mouth shut."

Your eyes widened as you wondered what he was going to do to you now. Was he going to fuck your brains out? Or was he going to leave you handcuffed to your bed half naked for everyone to see?

Whatever the case, you began to struggle against your hold, kicking into the bed.

"I think I've got the perfect punishment for you," he said, his pale blue eyes filled with lust.

You watched as he lowered his body towards your thighs. He could smell your scent of pleasure and play. You were wet. For him.

Maintaining eye contact with you, he pushed your panties off to the side so he could admire your cunt. Finally, he was exactly where you wanted him to be.

Wriothesley took two fingers and slowly began to circle around your wet pussy and your throbbing clit. You bucked your hips once more, demanding attention, your mouth hanging open now. You needed him to touch you more. You needed more pressure. If he moved any slower, you would literally go crazy.

"Wriothesley! Please...!" You whisper-yelled at him.

He was having so much fun seeing you squirm beneath his fingers. But he was not going to give you what you wanted. After all, this was supposed to be your punishment.

He continued to slowly finger you for an entire minute, still not applying any additional pressure. When tears began to form in your eyes from the half pleasure you were feeling, Wriothesley finally started to feel a little sorry for you.

"What a slut," he now smirked. "Fine, I'll give you what you want."

Hearing him say such words, made you even hornier than ever that when he finally rubbed your pussy the way you wanted, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan. You clenched your legs together as a spike of pleasure hit you.

Wriothesley could no longer hold back either. He quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue and pressed it to the hot crevices of your body. You got more simulation from this than normal. It had been a very long time since someone had touched and tasted you like this. And not just anyone, but someone who you were insanely attracted to.

You arched your back and gasped, thrusting your hips at Wriothesley's face. Arching an eyebrow, he bore down your clit and slipped a finger to brush over your cunt.

"Fuck," you moaned breathlessly. You were so wet you were dripping.

His finger slid into you almost without meaning to. Squeezed inside your stuttering pussy, Wriothesley curled his finger and pressed around for the spot that he knew you would take particular pleasure in, somewhere right-

You gasped loudly.

Whether he found it or his sucking was just too intense, your entire body tightened and the undulations of your hips changed to sharp jerks. Unable to grab Wriothesley's head due to you being handcuffed, you somehow pressed against his mouth hard, your eyes closed and lips parted, red and swollen from biting them.

You had come hard.

You rested your head back into your pillow and let out a shuddered, satisfied breath. When you reopened your eyes, you found yourself alone inside your prison room again.

You blinked a few times to adjust to the scenery around you. Your hands were no longer cuffed, and your fingers were covered with your essence. You had just given yourself the most intense orgasm, while imagining Wriothesley eating you out.

Your heart was still beating rapidly as you came down from your high, but it was proving much more difficult. Not when you kept imagining his gorgeous eyes, his sexy smirk and his authoritative voice.

It was then when you heard heavy footsteps for real. And this time, they really were coming towards you. You scrambled to sit on your bed again, wiping your fingers on the bedsheets, adjusting your panties and your bra.

Your clothes were tossed too far away from your bed, you had no time to collect them. You remained half naked.

This time you knew you were going to be fucked over for real.