"Do you think your punishment is over?" I breathe to his ear while my hand lowers to his crotch.

The car swerves just a little bit and I have to suppress the urge to laugh.

"Oh god," he moans. "I hope not. We're almost home, you can continue to punish me there." 

This time around, I laugh.  I've never seen someone enjoy going down on a woman so much before. The more I pulled on his hair, the more frantic he became. Dylan was true to his word, he made me come three times before he admitted to being out of breath and in need of a break.

The best part though, was when the bathroom door opened and Abby peeked in. The horror on her face was the opposite of the satisfaction in mine. I made sure to moan his name loud and clear just to get a reaction out of him.  And I did. He growled before letting me know how good I taste. It was enough to send her through the hills. 

Maybe by now, she has finally understood that he's mine now. 

"Here," he says, turning the car off and rushing to my side as I leisurely open the car door.

"Why the rush?" I smirk.

"We have matters to finish," he grunts pulling on my wrist but I push back. "What now? I'll let you do everything you want, just..." 

"Just what?" I tilt my head and raise my eyebrow.

"We've been away for two weeks, I have never missed someone as much as I missed you and I just want to continue where we left off. I need the closeness, even if it's your torturing me." 

My heart melts inside just as my mischievous smile grows. 

"There's no rush," I poke him, walking slowly.

"Nuh-huh," he tuts, turning to me.

Before I can realize what he's going to say or do, Dylan bends down and wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me up, over his shoulder. 

"Do you have a kink with manhandling me?" 

"As much as I have a kink with you manhandling me," He laughs, before slapping my ass.

"You're infuriating!" I slap his ass back.

"I know baby, I know." 

He walks us inside while carrying me over his shoulder. The only comforting thing is that I am wearing his long coat, which means my ass is covered, thankfully.

"I don't even want to know," Jake's voice sounds even though I can't see him. 

" No, you don't." 

Bastard. I can hear the smirk in his voice, how smug he's feeling, well Dylan-boy, get ready because I'm going to wipe that smugness out of you in a flash. 

We go down the stairs and with each step, I start to feel the blood rushing to my head due to the gravity. It's not uncomfortable yet but his uncle's house is big enough for the pressure to start. Before it can turn painful, Dylan throws me to the bed and eyes me with a lustful gaze. 

"Now, we can continue," he smirks whiles his hands start to unbutton his shirt.

"You're insufferable," I mumble. 

His smile just widens and I watch as he discards his black button-up and starts unbuttoning his jeans. His muscles tense and relax with each movement, giving me a privileged view of his pecs and abs. 

Pushing his jeans down and stepping out of them, leaves him only in black boxer briefs. They're sitting low enough to show how prominent his hipbones are alongside the V caused by his muscular torso. But what stands out the most is the erection straining against the elastic fabric.

My mouth dries at the sight before me. After two weeks of masturbating to the memory of him, I have to admit that the real thing is much better. My body moves on its own accord, bringing me close to him and my hand trails down his body, feeling the mounds of muscles of his chest and stomach.

 "I'm all yours, baby, punish away." His arms stretch, in a 'here you have me' movement.

Without uttering a word, I go to his closet, searching for two things I know I'll need tonight. First the cuffs I offered him and second, a tie, of some sort. 

He's going to be bound and blind for the night. 

When I find both things I want, I keep them behind my back and head to him, already sitting on the mattress. perfect. 

"Turn around," I order.

Like a child that was given a lollipop, he smiles widely and does as I order, sending a wave of electricity through my body, to my lower belly.  I knew I liked rough sex, even more with Dylan since he can mix the right amount of care and roughness, but this...

Ordering him around, having control over him and watching him enjoy this as much as me.

Fuck, it makes me so wet for him.

"Hands behind your back." 

He obeys, once again and I cuff his hands, giving him a rough pull at the end and making him laugh.

Without even thinking it through, I pull on his hair, backwards, forcing him to look up at me, and ask, "Did I say you could laugh?" 

"No, baby," He answers, trying not to smile.

"Good. Now," I pause, fetching the black tie and using it to cover his eyes and tie it on the back of his head. "No peeking. No touching." He nods every time.

I help him move to the top of the bed, resting his back against the headboard and tell him to lift his hips so I can take his boxers off. Dylan is smiling widely the whole time, too damn happy about the fact that I am to do everything I want with him tonight. 

Ditching my clothes, I crawl back to him, sitting on his thighs and lean closer to him, whispering, "Tonight, you're my bitch." 

He shivers underneath me, with a little twitch of his cock, in the end, hitting my inner leg. We're both having way more fun with this and we haven't even started the real deal. It makes me wonder, how much of the pandora box have we opened with this experiment? 

My hand finds his cock, pumping it a couple of times, at a slow pace with a little twist when it hits the base. His arms attempt to move against the restraints of the cuffs, in an unconscious attempt to touch me. 

"Maybe this is not as fun as I thought," he huffs and I laugh.

In response to his complaint, I speed up with that same hand while the other travels to his balls to a light and delicate massage. 

"Fucking hell, baby," he chokes out a moan. "You have angelic hands."

"Oh?" I taunt. The same hand travels up his stomach, through his chest up to his neck and I lean in, to lick his lips. "And here I thought you found me as tempting as the devil." 

"I wish I could see this," he pants. "I need a..." 

He stops himself because I speed up once again.

"What do you need?"

 "An out-of-body experience." 

"Is that so?" 

"Baby, I'm going to-" I stop. 

"No, you're not," I tell him while massaging him slowly. "You're not coming until I say so. Do you know why?"

"I do," he grunts when I squeeze him a little too hard before resuming my ministrations. 

Amazing how he doesn't even think twice before diving headfirst into this, and doing as I say. Not only is he showing me he is not an insecure chauvinist guy, but he's also showing me how much he trusts me. Completely.

"Tell me why," I order.

"I've been bad." 

A full-on laugh leaves my chest. He's making me feel like we're in those steamy scenes you read about, in age gap books, where these tiny and young girls tell their "daddies" that they've been bad. Except, there's nothing tiny about this man right in front of me. 

Not his body. Not his cock. And especially not his heart.

"Do you want redemption, Dylan?"

"God, yes, baby!"

"Alright," I concede, speeding back up. 

His body writhes underneath mine with all the speed changes and twists. He's itching to be free and take over, I can see the struggle in his body and face but he doesn't even utter one complaint. All that comes out of his mouth are satisfied moans or pleasured groans. When his body starts to contract underneath me, and his erratic breathing increases, even more, I speed up.

"Fuck, Luna, I can't-"

"You can," I tell him, without stopping. 

With my other hand, my index finger trails the bottom of his corpus cavernosum, looking for a long and prominent line that leads me straight to his balls. I cup them before finding his taint.

"Baby-" he chokes out before moaning loudly. Just when he reaches that moment he's about to come, I stop moving my hand and press down there, not letting him come, once again. "Fuuuuuuck!"

"Did you like that?" I ask.

"That's downright cruel," he grunts. "Not to mention, painful." 

"There's more from where that came from," I whisper sweetly. "If you ever break my trust again. Me not letting you come will be the least of your problems."

"I must be sick in the head but goddamn. I love when you talk to me like that."

"Good." I peck his lips. "Now, let's start the real fun."

Grabbing one of the condoms he keeps on his nightstand's drawer, I quickly put it on him. Then I place myself on his lap, straddling him, and align his erection to my core. The descent is slow and I use his shoulders to balance and control the rhythm. 

"Fuck, you feel so good." His words twist the coil in the bottom of my stomach and I can't help but slam down on him, forcing him to hide his face in my chest. 

Goddamn, I missed this so much.

"Bounce on me, baby," He begs. "Show me how much you own me."

His voice raises all the hairs on my skin, forcing me to shiver. 

Sex with Dylan is always as pleasurable as it is intense. Just like everything else between us. All the banter, jokes and talks bring us closer and closer every time. The bond growing between us is becoming so strong and deep that it makes me afraid of how much we're getting dependent on each other.

My legs work to move my body up and down, at a frantic speed and even though his hands are bound behind his back, his hips thrust upwards every time. He's easily meeting my rhythm and making it all the more pleasurable. 

To spice things up just a tiny bit more, I wrap my hand around his neck, squeezing on the sides. Enough to constrict the blood flow but not affect his breathing.

"Fuck yes," we both moan at the same time. 

My eyes close on their own accord as my brain becomes overwhelmed with all the sensations. The pleasure becomes almost too much, pushing me too close to the edge.

"I'm going to come," he warns.

Knowing he is close, spurs my own and I barely have time to utter, "Come with me," before I start to spasm around his cock and fireworks blow up behind my eyelids. 

"We will repeat this." 

⛓️ A u t h o r ' s N o t e ⛓️

I... I am speechless. This is the result of the ideas you gave me. I'm done with that now eheh I have a plot twist to finish planning and put out there xD

Attention: this is not BDSM or anything - I can't say I understand too much of it. Let's just say that Luna's alter ego came out to play and that both MC's like to explore. 

With that being said... Enjoy the peace while you can. Peace out.