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I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.
“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”
tied to his own gaming chair
Anna chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine, though not from fear. “Such a weak will. Did you really think we’d let you off so easily?” He shifted in his seat, the fabric straining against his cock. It was getting noticeably harder for him, and this knowledge fueled my amusement. The air in Liam’s usually meticulously clean room crackled with a different kind of energy, a delicious tension born of power and control. “Hands, Liam,” I reminded him, my voice sharp. “Behind your head. Remember the rules.”
He whimpered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the back of the chair. He tried to obey, but his hips bucked involuntarily, a clear testament to his losing battle. “Oh, dear,” Anna said, feigning sympathy. “It seems our little sub is about to burst.” She leaned closer, her voice a silken whisper in his ear. “Such a waste, Liam. All that pent-up energy going nowhere.”
That was it. He was done. A pathetic, strangled cry escaped his lips, and a dark stain bloomed on his trousers. He’d lost. Anna and I erupted in laughter, a chorus of cruel delight. His face was a mask of shame and frustration, his eyes wide with a mixture of humiliation and, dare I say it, gratification.
As the last vestiges of his release leaked onto the floor, his manhood shrunk back, defeated, as if hiding for dear life. I hopped off the desk, walking towards him. Crouching down, I tilted his chin in my hand. “Next time, Liam,” I whispered, “try to be a little more obedient.” Anna cracked the riding crop against her thigh, the sound echoing in the suddenly silent room. “Or the consequences,” she added, her eyes gleaming, “will be far worse.”
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