Miley’s p.o.v
I smiled to myself. I had completely control over him, and he hated it.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked again with a sigh, leaning against the closed door.
“I want you to dance for me. Show me…you want me,” I pressed. A smile spread across my face. I was teasing him, probing him. He was mine, and he hated it.
“Okay,” He nodded. “Should I put some music on?” He asked clearing his throat.
“Whatever makes you comfortable?” I said trying not to laugh. He nodded and turned on his speakers.
‘Hush’ by Somo played loudly. I watched as he walked slowly towards me. He pushed me onto the bed and then started to loosen up. He slowly started to sway his hips. He wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and I couldn’t look him in the eyes either. He walked closer to me and grabbed my hands pulling me to stand up. He placed his hands on my hips and he swayed the side to side with his. He then spun me around and wrapped his hands around his waist. Feeling his body so close to mine felt good.
He then turned me around and started grinding on me. I let him do as he pleased, mostly because I enjoyed it. Jason then set me down on the bed and started thrust the ground, while doing some pushups. It was like he suddenly turned into Magic Mike on me. He looked so hot doing it, it was turning me on.
He then took his pants off so he was only wearing his Calvin Klein boxers. He then changed the song and put on, ‘Whistle’ by Flo Rida. He then got down and thrusted the ground, looking directly at me. I could help myself from letting out a laugh. Stopped and looked at me.
“Why are you laughing? I actually tried.” Jason sighed turning off the music. I love that he tried, and I really saw that he wanted me. He was not an expert at being a male stripper but he was hot, and that made up for it.
“Jason,” I said snaking my arms around his waist.
“I love you.” I whispered into the dent in his back. I blew a cool breath down his back as I felt him shiver at my touch.
“Whatever” he shrugged me off of him.
“No,” I grabbed his arms and pushed him back towards the bed. I made him sit down as I walked back to the speaker and put on a song of my choice, ‘Birthday Cake’ by Rihanna. It was my turn to turn him on.
I walked towards him seductively and started dancing. I then took my shirt off and revealed myself. I then took my shorts off, I was only wearing a red laced panties with a matching bra. I caught Jason’s interest. He leaned forward and watched my intensely. I was still in control, in control of him. I knew what he was thinking, I knew what he wanted.
I turned around and bent down in front of him. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me. I turned around to face him and walked to him. I placed one leg on each side of him as I sat down on his lap. The song was now over and it was just me and him, with empty silence filling the room.
“I love you, Miley.” He whispered into my ear. I got up off of him and grabbed one of his bandannas before walking back over to him.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yeah,” He nodded. I tied it around his head and laid him down. I quickly grabbed the hand cuffs that were in his drawer. I snapped them on his hands then on the head board before he could notice.
“What the fuck,” He screamed.
“Sh.” I said pressing my finger to his lips.
“I don’t like this” He spoke sharply pulling at the cuffs.
“You said you trusted me.” I laughed lowly.
“Miley, uncuff me.” He spoke harshly.
“It’s too late.” I laughed. He was pissed, and I loved it.
“I told you, I am in control.”
“No,” He spoke sternly. He was now trapped under my wrath and there was no way out. His hands were cuffed to the top of the bed, his eyes were blinded. All he could sense was my touch.
I slowly moved my hands down his torso. I didn’t look at him, mostly because I couldn’t. I wasn’t a virgin, and Jason wasn’t my first. He knew that, but he made feel some type of way. He was good at it, and I love the way I feel when I am with him.
“Miley, I’ve had enough.”
“Jason, stop.” I said towering over him. I knew he hated this, He was always the one on top – the one in control.
“I don’t like this” He growled.
“I know you don’t.” I breathed kissing at his neck.
“Then let me go,” He pushed.
“What fun would that be?” I asked looking up at him.
“You are enjoying yourself to much.” He spat.
“You tease me all the time, it is not going to hurt to have the favor returned.” I smiled.
“Miley,” He hissed pulling hard at the cuffs. “I want to hold you,” If he kept pulling at them, they would break.
“No, you want to be in control. I know what you want.” I smiled kissing his lips swiftly before making my way down his chest.
“Once these cuffs are off,” He breathed. I knew he was making threats. Call me crazy, but I loved how rough he could be. Most of the time I would have to push it off of him. He was always soft and sweet with me, like I was fragile. But, I enjoyed it rough.
“What are you going to do to me, Jason?” I asked, pressing the subject.
“A lot of things.” He whispered lowly.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked whispering into his ear. He moaned at my words. “Fuck me then.” I laughed knowing he couldn’t.
“Miley,” He growled pulling at the cuffs a few more times. The head board was getting loose. A flash of fear ran through me, but quickly dissolved.
“Come get me,” I said moving away from him. I was unsure if he could really get out of those cuffs. I stood in the door way of the bathroom and watched. He pulled at the head board a few more times before the wood finally snapped in half.
He pulled the bandanna off and grabbed the key for the cuffs out of the drawer. He moved vastly, unlocking the cuffs and throwing them on the floor. He looked around the room furiously before his eyes landed on me. I stood still as he slowly walked towards me. Our eyes locked. He wasn’t angry, he was just pissed. After a few seconds we were standing nose-to-nose.
He gripped my waist and pushed me further into the bathroom. His hands greedily ripped my bra off and turned me around and pushed me into the wall before grabbing my thong and ripping them off. He wasted no time before thrusting himself inside me. He turned around so I could lean against the counter in the bathroom. I was so turned on by him. All I could do was moan at his touch.
He pulled out and lifted me off of the floor. He walked back into the bedroom and threw me on the bed before climbing on top of me. He positioned himself in between my legs and thrusted himself back inside of me. It hurt, but I didn’t pay attention to the pain. I missed him and the feeling he gave me. Our moans filled the empty silence.
“I love you,” I moaned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.
“Fuck, Miley.” He moaned gripping my waist. “I love you.” He whispered.
“Who is in control now?” He asked his voice raspy.
“You are.” I whimpered.
“That’s what I thought.” He growled.
(Sorry it has taken me so long to post. My life has been full of stress. Please feel free to comment and vote. I can't promise the next time I will be posting. I will try this weekend it just depends because I work and I have soooo much homework. I promise to make it up to you all soon. xoxoxo
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