“Teasing,” she muttered, fingers slipping down. “Yours, and mine.” Wobbling slightly, she knelt, and kept her eyes locked on his. The pupils were enormous. “Want to make you beg, more.” She stopped trying to haphazardly finger herself, using that hand to press against his thigh. The other steadied his penis so she could lick the tip slowly, dragging her tongue down and around and then closing her mouth around it. She pulled off to mutter, “Want you to /need/ me.”“You know,” he sighed out a slightly unsteady breath, and he let his head fall back so he was more talking to the ceiling, “if you made good on that threat to tie me up, I probably wouldn’t be able to tease as much.” He would leave it up to her whether or not that was actually a good thing. He lifted his head to look at her again, one corner of his mouth quirking up. While he wasn’t actually saying anything out loud at that point, he seemed to be very clearly saying, ‘then make me.’
‘But I like your teasing,’ she wanted to say, but her mouth was full. She sucked a little harder, instead, the vague bit of coherent thought left trying to decide if she wanted to tie him up or not. A little chuckle escaped.
Yes.
She licked her way back up, releasing him entirely, and came to her feet in one fluid motion. “I shouldn’t always give you what you want,” she murmured, leaning to kiss him. One hand on either side captured each of his, pulling them forward, and then somehow she had got one of the ties looped around and between both wrists and knotted together.
“Gotcha.”