Selene's mouth ghosted over mine again—this time, less teasing, more intent.
She kissed me like she was devouring me in slow motion.
Her hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging her heat across the strain in my pants. I let out a strangled sound, one hand bracing on the armrest, the other still gripping her bare thigh like it was my only tether to Earth.
"Relax," she whispered against my lips. "Let me take care of you."
Her hand slid down my chest, nails catching just enough to make me arch into her touch. She moved lower, trailing fingers across the waistband of my sweats, toying with the hem—then up again.
She smiled, watching me squirm beneath her.
"You're so easy to read," she murmured. "I like that."
I swallowed, chest heaving. "Is that a bad thing?"
Selene shook her head, nose brushing mine. "Not at all. I want you to be honest and responsive."
Her fingers slipped under my shirt, dragging it up slowly, revealing inch after inch of bare skin like she was unwrapping a present.
She pulled it off entirely and tossed it somewhere behind her, then sat back just enough to look at me properly.
Her gaze roamed my chest, lips parting. "Damn," she whispered. "You're even sexier than I imagined."
"You imagined?" I asked, a little breathless.
She grinned like she'd been caught. "Oh, Zeke. You only ever focused on your car and your comics, it made me sad to know you didn't notice me, and every time I'd come into my room and touch myself to the thoughts of you slutting me out.”
Fuck, how did I manage to get this goddess to drool over me? A stupid unaccomplished virgin is about to get laid by a freaking goddess.
Her hands moved lower, nails scraping softly along my abs, then up her own body. She took my hand and guided it to her thigh, up until I could feel the lace edge of her underwear.
"Touch me," she said softly. "But listen to me while you do. Do exactly what I say."
I nodded, throat too dry to speak.
"Start slow," she whispered, guiding my fingers along the outside of her panties. "Gentle, just like that. Let me warm up to you."
My fingertips traced the fabric, and her breath hitched. She rolled her hips into my hand, eyes fluttering half-closed.
"Now use two fingers. Press—yes, right there."
The fabric was already damp, and I could feel the heat of her even through it. She moaned, low and controlled, like she didn't want to give me too much too fast.
"Good boy," she murmured. "Now pull my panties to the side and insert two fingers."
I did, my breath catching as my fingers brushed over bare, slick pussy. Her thighs tensed around my hand, her nails digging into my shoulder.
"Start circling. Gently. Slow and steady," she said, breath stuttering. "Keep your eyes on my face. I want to see you watching me come."
I obeyed, fingers moving in soft, rhythmic circles. Her mouth fell open, her head tipping back as her hips rocked into me.
"Faster," she breathed. "Add a little more pressure."
I adjusted, and she gasped, like really gasped—like I'd pressed some hidden switch.
"Right there. Stay there. Don't stop."
Her breathing grew erratic, hands clutching my shoulders, her body trembling slightly above mine. Her pussy clenching hard in my fingers as I thrust in and out.
God she felt so fucking warm.
"Fuck, Zeke," she moaned, grinding harder into my hand. "You’re doing so well."
Her voice dropped an octave, turned breathy and unfiltered. "Yes baby, continue doing that."
I swallowed hard. "You're doing all the work."
She smiled, dazed and wicked. "And you're doing everything right."
Her thighs started to shake. I could feel it—the tension rising, coiling tight like a spring.
"Zeke—" she gasped, clutching my wrist, "don't you dare stop."
My hand moved faster, matching the rhythm she set, fingers working her in just the right way. Her whole body was trembling now, lips parted, eyes heavy with want. Her mouth fell open like she was about to cry out—
And then she stopped herself, pulling my hand away with a shaky gasp.
"Not yet," she whispered, eyes wild and dark with lust. "I want you inside me when I come."
I stared at her, dazed. My fingers were slick, and she looked like a goddess caught mid-thunderstorm.
"Holy shit," I breathed.
She leaned in, her lips brushing my jaw. "You're about to find out what that feels like, pretty boy."
She grabbed the fingers that were just in her oussy, setting it at the entrance of my lips.
“Go on, taste me.”
My tongue tugged out of my lips and I popped the two fingers into my mouth.
She tasted like salt water, fucking heavenly. I wanted more, more of her pussy juices, more of her moaning.
"Before you fuck me we need some ground rules like Safe words," she said, voice steady. "We pick one that means 'stop, immediately' and another for 'slow down' or 'check in.' Communication isn't sexy, but it's essential."
I nodded, heart pounding. "Safe word... Maroon for stop?"
"Perfect," she smiled. "Yellow for slow."
The room seemed to shrink to just us, the world outside fading as she traced her fingers down my chest.
"Now," Selene whispered, "let's try something."
Her lips met mine, softer this time.
The first thing I register is the sound. Not her voice—the click of leather against metal. A subtle clink, like she's assembling a weapon.
She'd managed to convince me to do her bidding, my wrists were already strapped to the bedposts, stretched wide. The tension pulling across my chest as the leather cuffs bite into my skin.
My ankles are bound the same way, completely spread and exposed.
I lift my head, just barely, and there she is. Selene, y goddes in a black corset and thigh-high boots, a goddamn whip twirling between her fingers like it's an extension of her will.
"Safeword?" she purrs.
"Maroon, Yellow and Gun," I rasp.
My cock was already aching, and precum leaked out and she hadn't even touched me yet.
"Good boy."
She straddles my thighs but doesn't settle. Just perches there, smirking like a queen on her throne. Then she leans in—slow, methodical—and clamps something around the base of my cock.
“Don’t move you cock abruptly or you could injure yourself, pretty boy. Cock rings can be quite dangerous.” The sweetness in her voice made my cock jerk from excitement and the cock ring dug deeper into my skin.
I hissed through my teeth, with every nerve in my body going haywire.
My cock was already beetroot red and I needed to release soon, or I'd lose my fucking mind.
"Oh, you thought you were going to come tonight?" she laughs softly. "How cute."
Selene brings out a slim silver vibrator, and my body goes rigid. Where the fuck is that going into?
She presses down on my abdomen, and my hips buck instinctively at the contact.
“Is this okay?”
"...Yes," I choke.
She lubes it, slides it slowly into my pee hole, I expected pain but there's nothing. My back arched off the bed and she shushed me like a child throwing a tantrum.
"You'll thank me later."
Then she turns it on, I bite my lip so hard I taste blood I can feel it everywhere.
When I get close to cumming she stops the vibrator, and her hands take over stroking me enough to my my thighs shake but then she always pulls away.
"Look at you," she says at one point, running her nails down my chest until she reaches my hips. "So desperate to lose your virginity to me."
I feel her teeth a second before they sink into the side of my neck, marking me possessively.
I groan, head lolling, letting her take whatever she wants.
And when she finally takes the vibrator out and replaces it with her hands on my cock, stroking it slowly I nearly scream out in pleasure.
"You wanna come?"
"Yes, fuck—Goddess, please—"
Her nails scrape my inner thighs, dangerously close.
"Too bad."
She presses the vibrator against my swollen cock instead. A whimper, escapes my mouth. A fucking whimper. My whole body's trembling now, soaked with sweat, and still straining against the restraints.
I think she's going to stop again but instead her mouth replaces the vibrator, I feel it deep in the back of her throat, her teeth grazes me a bit and I tremble underneath her.
I feel it coming again, and I think Selene does to as she bops her head faster, taking my balls and cock into her mouth at the same fucking time.
“I— I am— fuck—” I stammered.
My balls unload into her mouth, but Selene doesn't stop. She sucked harder, milking every drop out of me.
"That was a lot of cum," she whispers. "Do you think you still have more for me, pretty boy?”