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"Stop squirming."
"I would if you just- gah- tied this blasted thing and got it over with ," Phillip hissed, fidgeting uncomfortably underneath you as you tied his wrists behind his back.
You rolled your eyes and finished up, flicking his bangs into his face. "There. Done."
Phillip muttered petulantly under his breath, but relaxed into the pillows beneath him despite it. The feeling of soft fabric against his bare skin, tight enough to bruise but not to really hurt, made gooseflesh rise along his arms in excitement.
When you accosted him that morning with two pairs of silk cloth and a mischievous grin, he had no idea what he was about to get into, really. When you explained what they were for, his hasty agreement was probably something you were going to lord over him for the next few days.
He flinched when the sensation of soft cloth brushed the small of his back, before slowly being dragged up to his spine and the nape of his neck. You wrapped the strip of cloth around his throat, tugging it lightly and making his face rise from its place on the pillows, forcing him to crane his neck back to look at you in your slightly-deranged eyes.
"Ready? Or do you need a moment?" You asked, and he shifted for a moment before nodding.
"Just- get on with it already, wouldn't you?" He muttered, glancing away as your gaze bored into his flushed face. "I've been waiting this entire time for you to hurry up."
"Hurry up? Phillip, are you trying to tell me what to do?" You tsked, and relaxed your hold on the cloth before running your fingers through his hair and tugging, making him let out a long groan. "My dear, I am the lawmaker here. Just be glad I'm not gagging you, okay?"
"Nn… yes… okay…" he strained out, tears beading up in his eyes from the strain on his scalp.
He was released and his head fell into the pillow. You gently lifted his head back up, just enough for you to be able to wrap the blindfold around his face and tie it, before releasing him and removing yourself from his person entirely.
Phillip laid there in the darkness, shivers running down his spine at the ordeal of not knowing what may happen next. He was bound, tied up, deprived of sight, and left to your mercy, but he knew he'd only be subject to your wickedness.
Just the mere idea sent arousal to his gut, spurning him into a frenzy of thighs rubbing together as he tried not to get too excited.
A hand was placed on his leg and he jumped, craning his head back despite his newfound blindness as if he could see what was behind him. He said your name, and you didn't reply.
Your hand ran down his leg, before slowly moving towards his inner thigh and then his inseam, rubbing the sensitive and bare skin between his crotch and his leg. He let out a soft gasp, squirming at the ticklish sensation.
"What on Earth are you doing back there?" He threw the question at you when you made no further move beside rubbing the skin of his inseam, slowly moving closer and closer to his crotch, teasing him whilst not actually grasping the main prize, which was already standing straight and proud in the air.
You said nothing.
Instead you removed your hand. Phillip scowled and went to snap at you to get a move on, and then let out a strangled noise when in one fell swoop, you lifted his left leg over your shoulder, straddled his right one, and grinded your bare crotches against one another.
Your sexes brushed against one another perfectly, and Phillip threw his head back as you bore down on him, snapping your hips into his own as if you were penetrating him, jostling him back and forth on the bed as if he was your plaything.
"Hhgb- yes - harder, harder, move- move faster , damnit," he swore under his breath, trying to grind downwards into your own hips and then letting out a pitiful whine when you suddenly stopped. "God- damn it all! "
You rubbed your hand against his thigh, rapping your fingers against the flesh in a pattern. One, two, three, four, stop. One, two, three, four, stop. One, two, three, four-
"Please," he finally broke, whining, bucking his hips miserably. " Please , keep on going."
You were merciless. It seemed more like you were trying to reach your own end, if the huffing and puffing from above him was anything to take into consideration. You spread his legs wide open, almost bending him in half as you raised his hips above him to angle your crotches together in just the right way, grinding against him in such a way that he saw stars.
He wondered what your face was like at that moment, what your usually unbothered and unflappable expression was like with all those quiet moans coming from your mouth.
You moved your grip from his leg to his hip, holding it tight enough to bruise. You dragged him further upwards, in such a position that his upper body was pressed into the bed and his lower in the air, with you presumably crouched over him, plowing him like he was just a tool for your enjoyment.
Phillip moaned specifically because of that thought, his penis twitching with precum.
You huffed, the grinding of your sexes slowly stuttering, ceasing, as your hips came to a halt and-
Liquid, warm and sticky, dribbled over his genitals and the inside of his thighs.
Phillip threw his head back and came, splattering over his stomach, the liquid dripping down the creases of his body and into his collarbone.
You released him and he fell back into the mattress, feeling as though his lower body was run over by a wagon, and the most movement he made was the fluttering of his eyelashes when you pulled his blindfold off.
He stared at your face, at the dark color in your cheeks and the way sweat clung to your brow, and he couldn't help but feel his body begin to heat up again when you grinned at him.
"So you managed to stay awake this time?" You teased, and he let out a long suffering sigh and looked away.
At least you had redeeming qualities besides your incessant need to make him feel like a dog. Which. Well. He wasn't exactly opposed to the idea, per se, but… ah…
His face burned and he shoved it into the pillow beneath him. Down, boy!
A soft thump beside him and an arm being flung across his side told him you were there, cuddling up to his back with what was probably a devilish smirk on your face.
That wasn't far off, really. For years he'd resisted temptations of all kinds, vices that would render him impure. Despite that, despite his virtues, of which he'd manage to keep in the Demon's Realm, he finally succumbed.
Maybe you were temptation incarnate. Maybe you were the very Devil themself, here to lead a valiant Witch Hunter astray. Regardless, he had fallen into your clutches- thrown himself into them, practically- and despite that you weren't a witch, a demon, or even the Devil- you were a human.
And he was yours.