Damage Control

Chapter 15

Keeping my hand around him, I leaned over his body and began sucking his neck gently, but hard enough to leave a small red mark as I whispered, "Ready to give in?" Nathaniel shivered underneath my touch but held his tongue, which prompted me to move on to phase two.

I started to pump my hand rapidly up and down his shaft, eliciting a small groan from his lips. He was thick and swollen, so sensitive at the tip, every time I brushed against it, he would twitch violently in pleasure. Nathaniel yanked against his cuffed wrists, raising his hips again to meet my wet strokes.

"Apologize," I repeated, after a few more minutes of teasing. His normally gelled hair was now wild and disheveled, sticking to his sweaty forehead. Small beads of sweat dripped down his inked up chest and onto his torso, causing his washboard abs to glisten under the dim light.

"Fuck no," he rasped, in between small breaths. I smirked and raised an eyebrow, impressed that he's lasted this long. Too bad it ends now. I unexpectedly wiggled his tight balls from out of his boxers and began massaging them the same time I pumped his thick length.

More precum spilled from his tip, giving me more lubricant to work with as I continued my fast motions. Nathaniel swore loudly and thrusted hard into my hand, matching my speed and causing my core to heat up from his actions.

"Shit!" he groaned, looking down at my hand as his cock slid between my curled fingers. "Don't stop."

"Apologize and call a truce," I said, slowing down the pace, feeling more in control by the second.

How the tables have turned.

"You're trying to fucking kill me," he moaned in a low husky voice, thrusting in my hand to try and pick the speed back up.

"If you don't do what I say by the time I make it to zero, I promise I will keep you in here until Nonna finds you drenched in your own mess," I threatened, giving his member a long stroke.

"You wouldn't," Nathaniel whispered gruffly.

"10. Care to call my bluff?"

He growled and tugged harder to free himself but failed once again. "I have nothing to apologize for."

"9. You sure about that?" I asked, giving his swollen balls a light tug as I continued pumping his hard cock slowly.

Nathaniel grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as he muttered, "Quando metto le mani su di te—" (When I get my hands on you)

"8,7,6." My hands increased speed before slowing down again, edging him closer to release.

"Cum before your apology, and I'll bring Nonna in here myself."

"You're fucking sick."

"5." I pumped his slick length harder, earning a low moan from his parted mouth. The faster I went, the harder he thrusted into my drenched hand, creating sloppy noises that bounced off the dark walls. Thank god these rooms are soundproof.

"4, 3, 2." I counted with every stroke. Nathaniel wore a wrecked expression as I slowed down my hand, waiting for him to give in. His cheeks were now flustered, and his pants were growing heavier every second that ticked by. He raised his hips as his swollen member twitched in my hand, begging to be released.

"1."

"Apologies," he finally muttered breathlessly.

"For what"" I pressed on, enjoying his humiliation.

His eyes shot up, glaring daggers into me.

"For what?" I asked again, squeezing the base of his member.

He gritted his teeth and grunted, throwing his head back in frustration mixed with pleasure before bringing his eyes back to mine. "For not showing you the respect you deserve."

I couldn't tell if he was being sincere or if he was just saying that, so I would release him. Apart of me wanted to believe he meant it but another wasn't so easily swayed. Either way, I was satisfied with his answer knowing it's the best I was going to get out of him.

"Good boy," I cooed. "Now call a truce."

"No," Nathaniel snarled.

I took his swollen balls into my hand again and gave it a hard squeeze while slowly pumping the very tip of his slick length.

"Shit," he panted, thrusting slowly until I knew he was ready to bust.

"Call a truce," I demanded, wrapping my hand around the base of his member to prevent him from spilling over.

He glared down at me but reluctantly agreed, saying, "Okay," in a low voice that sent tingles down south.

"Promise," I ordered, squeezing his base tighter.

"Fuck, I promise," Nathaniel groaned in defeat.

Satisfied with his answer, I began pumping his entire slippery length rapidly, squeezing a little harder as I watched his eyes nearly roll in the back of his head. Nathaniel's entire body stiffened as he let out a loud growl, shuddering intensely. "Cazzo!" (Fuck!)

Hot jets of semen exploded out of him, landing directly on my chest, dripping down between my breasts. I continued stroking him through his orgasm, milking every drop of semen out of him until he was completely empty.

I smiled with triumph and leaned over the bed to retrieve the key before crawling towards him, wrapping my arms and legs around his limp body. The semen covering my chest transferred over to his as I pressed my breasts against him. Nathaniel's cock twitched in excitement, clearly ready for round two.

"What was that about not cumming from a petty hand-job?" I whispered seductively, slapping the key into his palm. "Don't ever underestimate me again."

Having only a few seconds before he freed himself, I quickly hopped off the bed and slid my silk robe back on, covering the mess he created before making my way to the door.

"Next time," I paused, turning around slightly with a devious smile on my face. "Try not to sound so desperate; it's not a good look on you." With that, I whirled around, slamming the door shut, leaving a very shocked and horny Nathaniel alone in his own mess to clean up.

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