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The Conference, Part Ten
🕑 Added 2024-08-17 01:26:06 +0000 UTCWas she serious?
I had already been tied up for so long. Absurd as her teasing was, it was tough to avoid checking out her cleavage while she was leaning towards me in such a way. Especially since I was on my back, meaning I was always looking past her chest in order to meet her eyes. Like before, I couldn’t deny that her body was amazing. However, that didn’t mean I wanted her to continue having the upper hand. If we were going to fuck, I needed some agency to get back at her for screwing me over like this.
“What do you want?” I bluntly asked. Hopefully she wouldn’t interpret that as partial agreement, as I wasn’t about to write her a blank check. While I was at her mercy in my current position, it wasn’t as if she could just leave me like this forever.
Larissa kept her lips pursed in the smug expression. She reached over and rested her hand on my crotch, meeting my eyes. “I want to be on top,” she said, “And I want to hear the words. What do you want?”
The infuriating part was, it fucking worked. Her simple touch down there was enough to make me stir, and the mental image of her straddling me didn’t help. While I would absolutely prefer to have her beneath me, or pinned against a wall while I took her from behind, she was hot and half naked at the moment. So far, I had avoided giving her the satisfaction of checking her out, but I was pretty confident her breasts were already mostly visible in the sheer bra from just how they looked in my peripherals.
Not quite sure what she was fishing for, and also trying to stick to my guns despite how I was already a little tempted by how I was being stimulated in a teasing way that seemed to be Larissa’s specialty, I said, “I want to be untied.”
With a single up and down rub of her hand, she ensured that I wasn’t able to calm down after the initial twitch. And, since my increasing hardness was gently pinned between her palm and my body, I was either going to be suspended in that state or end up more erect based on what she did next.
Still training her gaze on me, she clarified what she meant, “You want to fuck me.”
Well, yes. She owed me that much, not that I was going to say it out loud. Of course, I still had to be careful how I responded when stuck in this position. “You can be on top,” I simply replied. Implying the affirmation she was looking for, while also omitting how long I planned on letting her stay on top. Without the element of surprise, I doubted she could get the upper hand on me from a physical standpoint.
“Good boy,” she smirked. Punctuating that with another teasing rub, she fully climbed onto the bed and swung one leg over so she was straddling me. Slowly lowering herself, once again leaning forward in a way that accentuated her cleavage, she grinded against me ever so slightly. “How’s that?”
That’s . . . not what I meant. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, and actually had to stop myself from arching up to get more than what she was giving me. In retrospect, she hadn’t specified that she would be getting on top after getting me out of bondage, but still.
“Untie me,” I flatly said. Enough was enough.
Larissa huffed. “Fine. Just, let me get comfortable first.” Sitting up straight, she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. Holding the cups for a moment now that it was loosened, she said, “Much better.” Lowering her hands, she fully removed the garment and bared her chest to me.
They looked just as good without the support of a bra. This time, I definitely couldn’t avert my gaze. If she was going to shamelessly show herself off, then I was well within my rights to drink her in with my eyes. Though I had already done so earlier, it was a bit different when she was positioned over me in such a way.
She then pulled out a small silver key from one of the bra cups. Furious as I was that she left me like this to go do all those meetings solo, I couldn’t deny that it was a little bit hot that she kept the key tucked away in such a place the whole time. “Now, hold still. And hush.” Leaning further forward, basically putting her boobs right in my face, she made short work of uncuffing me.
My wrists were more comfortable, but that was about it. I didn’t notice right away that I was more or less in the exact same predicament, as I was briefly distracted by every little movement of Larissa’s chest as she freed me from half the problem where my arms were concerned. She was definitely lingering longer than she needed to, if I had to guess. Not that I minded.
All the while, Larissa casually rocked her hips just as slowly as everything else she was doing, idly grinding me to the point that I was fully at attention by the time she was tossing the cuffs aside.
“Okay,” she said. Shifting back and lifting herself an inch or two, she gently gripped my hardness. With her other hand, she pulled down her panties enough that she could grind against me in a far more intimate way. “I could untie you. Unless . . . ” Trailing off by biting her lip, she guided me until my tip was brushing her slit. Enough that I could feel that she was damp from all this.
Fuck me. It was an infuriatingly tempting offer. She was literally throwing herself at me, except she was going to get to have all the fun. I wasn’t sure it was worth the sexual pleasure if I allowed her to keep all the power along the way.
“Well?” Larissa asked, putting me on the spot.
