“That was not a very specific demand,” she teased before she toyed with the laces of his trousers. “Do you want me to loosen these?”
“Yes,” he hissed, the ropes biting gently as he tried to roll his hips to meet her.
“As you command,” Fawn said before she pulled his laces, plucking them loose until the bulge of his cock was contained by nothing but his underthings. Fawn cupped him again, and the touch was only slightly more satisfying as she traced the outline of his hardening cock.
A low growl emerged from his throat. “Such a tease. If I had my hands free?—”
“But you don’t,” Fawn reminded him as she moved her hands to drape them over his shoulders. One of her knees slipped between his bound legs to rub his trapped cock. “So how would you like me to continue?”
Arlon groaned, and even as tightly as he was bound, he was able to grind against her knee. “I want to feel your hand around me. I want you to stroke me.”
Fawn slipped a hand down between them, and Arlon groaned as she freed his length from his underthings. It only took her skin brushing his for him to harden fully. He pursed his lips to stop the sound of need that threatened to escape him as he vainly tried to thrust up to meet her. But her strokes remained slow and steady, spreading the precum that had started to bead on the tip of his cock.
“Faster,” he ordered, and Fawn obeyed. As her hand sped up, Arlon buried his face against her neck, lips pressed againsther skin to muffle his moan. He jerked and shuddered in her grip, sweat beading on his brow.
“You know control,a’marra,” Fawn said, lips murmuring against his hair. “Would you like me to show you surrender?”
“Yes,” he moaned, his end creeping ever near.
Fawn smiled against his hair, her hand expertly bringing him to the brink of pleasure.
And then she released him.
Arlon didn’t recognize the ragged sound of disappointment that escaped his throat. He was ready to grab Fawn, pull her against him and not let her go. But he couldn’t. The ropes held him helpless, and he had no choice but to sink into them, trembling.
“Fawn…”
Her chuckle sent shivers down his back. “Would you like me to keep going?”
“Yes,” he panted, only to groan as Fawn wrapped her hand around his aching length again. This time, lube coated her hand, and he couldn’t think of when she had grabbed it. He also couldn’t bring himself to care, not with how good she felt as she tugged his length in firm strokes.
He tensed as she brought him to the edge again, only to pull her hand away once more.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he sagged in the ropes, chest heaving. “Fawn, please.”
“Please, what,a’marra?”
He bit back a groan as one finger circled the swollen head of his cock. “Make me cum.”
Fawn hummed as her hand wrapped around his length again. He shuddered, eyes rolling closed as he strained to try and meet her. His thighs burned, his arms aching, but the ropes had become an afterthought. He kept his face against herneck, his breaths puffing against her skin as she toyed with him.
She played his body like an expert, hand speeding up and slowing down to keep him aching for release. He lost track of time, his attention focused on the feel of her hand, the gentle encouragements she murmured into his ear. It took him a second longer to realize that the quiet “please, please, please” was coming from his own lips.
“That’s it,” Fawn purred. “Let me see it, Arlon.”
Her hand sped up, moving with purpose. In his ropes, his body went taut, mouth dropping open as his end rushed out of him. He let out a choked sound of pleasure, shuddering as he came over her hand. It seemed to last forever, and when it finally abated, he slumped into the hold of the ropes.
Fawn pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Well done,a’marra.”
He let out a breathless laugh as Fawn circled behind him and started to untie him. Once she freed his arms and legs, he spread out on the floor of her room, just enjoying the freedom.
Fawn settled on the rug beside him before she pulled the glowing focuses from around his fingers. She presented them to him and said, “Congratulations on conduiting for your first spell, Arlon. Though I’m curious to see what sort of spell we made.”
He took the rings as the knot of emotion he’d carried through the spell tightened. He let out a long breath as he closed his eyes, holding the focuses against his chest.
Fawn’s hand was gentle as she stroked through his hair. “How are you feeling?”
Arlon swallowed, his throat suddenly tight as an emotion he wasn’t sure what to do with welled up inside of him. Bridgette’s frank observation from the other night floated through his head.
