Sean hissed through his teeth, hips pushing up instinctively, seeking friction.

“Easy, baby,” I cooed, wrapping my fingers loosely around the base. The moment I touched him, his cock jumped in my hand, hot and pulsing. His hips bucked again, a low groan escaping him. “Look at you… already so desperate and I’ve barely started.”

I stroked him slowly — just a few short, teasing pumps — not enough to get him anywhere close to the edge. His abs flexed, thighs tensing as he fought the cuffs.

“Ivory… fuck… please,” he panted. His voice was already wrecked, and we’d barely begun.

I smiled, drunk on the power. I stripped off...