He proceeded to sit up but was instantly cut off of the action by restrictions at his wrists, he dragged them forward rapidly numerous times, only to hear the sound of clinking metal. He frowned deeply as he tried to release himself. "No point in trying to get away." The voice rang through his ears, it was smoky, causing his heart to stammer in his chest. He heard shuffling and a few moments later, felt a hand on his bare stomach. It ran up and down his chest.
"W-What are you doing?" He found himself only able to let out a whisper. He yanked his wrists, emphasising his want to be free.
"Sshh." She whispered before pressing her lips against his with more force than he'd expected, he opened his mouth gratefully. She pulled away and tugged his bottom lip with her teeth playfully, smirking as he let out a confused groan.
She climbed on top of him, placing her legs at each side of him. She wore only her red lingerie while he wore his boxers, meaning the material that stood in their way was only thin. So when she slid her hips forward across his dick, he let out a low grunt at the intense sudden feeling.
She kissed down his neck, leaving a wet trail that lingered on his senses. Feeling her breath on his neck, and the touch of her dainty hands made him attempt to break free from the handcuffs by pulling continuously. He heard her laugh. "All that's gonna do is hurt." He looked up at her to see her smirking mischievously, and he couldn't help but feel irritated by the fact that she had control. He frowned, wanting to feel his hands on her, wanting to roll her over and fuck her hard for punishment.
"Let me go, [Y/N]." He spat his words at her, only making the expression on her face worse to which he looked puzzled. "I'm serious, let me go. You don't get control, I do. This isn't how this works, come on." He was almost whining like a little boy now, which only seemed to amuse her. All the while, he was still trying to break free by yanking his wrists away.
She didn't say a word. She simply went back to kissing his body while running her hands roughly up and down his stomach. And all he could do was lay and feel the pleasure. He tried not to enjoy it, he tried with everything in him, but the feeling of her touch was almost too much, he knew it wouldn't be long before he gives in to her ways.
She moved slowly, further down his body and rested between his legs. Her lips met his pelvis, it was only a few seconds later that he felt her tongue trailing across the waistband of his boxers. He tried to fight it, but he couldn't help the want and the need to look down and when he did, he saw her large, dark eyes staring up at him. Her tongue glistened. She dug her nose into his skin, he only later realised she was taking the material of his boxers in between her teeth. She got to her hands and knees and began to pull the restriction down his legs, far too slow that it was almost painful for him.
Once they were on the floor, she seemed to just watch him, and he did the same. He made one attempt at yanking his limb away, not wanting to show any signs of struggling. "If you don't let me go, right now, you'll regret it." His nostrils flared as he watched her, feeling himself become hot and heavy in her presence. "I'll fuck you up; I'll fuck you so hard, over and over and over, until you're begging me to stop because it's too much for you. Now let me fucking go." He tried to sound strong minded, but his demeanour was only just a little over exaggerated.
Once again, she laughed, making his skin crawl. "I know you're trying this whole 'I'm-the-man-so-I'm-in-charge-in-bed' thing but you see, you might think you're in charge, but you're the one handcuffed to the bed." She sent him an innocent, almost sympathetic look, tilting her head to the side once she'd finished her sentence. "And you're looking very frustrated right now and it is very hot but also very cute; you think I'm going to let you go." She giggled, making him grunt. "I can tell you're enjoying this as much as I am." Her hand touched his thigh.
