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“I’m doing this as a favor for you,” Rathi says as she cinches the buckle to the harness, tightening it in place around her hips and thighs. The end of it settles right over her clit in a delightful pressure.
This strap has many other wonderful features, according to Nym, but it’s not quite time to activate them.
“Yes, what a sacrifice you’re making,” Sinoun drawls. He kneels in front of her, fully nude and already hard, but the hunger in his eyes belies the dismissive tone. He’s practically vibrating with need.
Rathi snorts. She plucks at the stretchy leather, lets it snap back against her skin with a satisfying pop of noise. The enchanted dildo gives a little sway, girthier than her personal preference, but probably not thick enough for Sinoun the size queen.
Still, it’s not about size. It’s about skill.
“If you sass me, I’ll walk out that door,” Rathi says, tilting her head to said door behind them. Sinoun’s put up some kind of sound-dampening barrier, but they’re still in a very public inn.
Rathi could walk out without looking back. She’s got options. Sinoun came to her because he doesn’t. Nym’s too busy with his many, many bonds, and Easton’s pissed off about something. Rathi doesn’t know what it is, and she’s not asking either. It’s none of her business.
She supposes Sinoun could tempt Tempest away, but she doesn’t offer what he wants right now. And gods forbid Sinoun pay for it.
“And miss the chance to put me in my place? I doubt that very much,” Sinoun says. He tosses his head, hair an enticing fall around him, like he knows how much she wants to pull it.
“Are you trying to get me to leave?” Rathi crosses the floor and puts herself between Sinoun’s knees, her fancy cock pointed right at his lips. “Lick it.”
Sinoun blinks, and there’s a pretty furrow of confusion in his forehead. “Beg pardon?” His eyes flick from the enchanted strap and back to her face.
Rathi plants her feet and her hand on her hip. “You heard me.”
“For what purpose?” Sinoun asks, sounding genuinely confused. It’s a good look on him, chasing out some of that arrogance he wears like a mask. “We have more than enough lubricant.”
“Because I told you to,” Rathi says, and waits.
Sinoun’s mouth twitches, but notably, his cock does, too. A blurt of pre beads at the tip, drips onto his thigh. He licks his lips, looks at the toy, and back up at her. His greenish eyes darken, pupils blowing wide.
“Are you trying to humiliate me?” he asks, voice breathy, hands clenching on his knees.
Rathi slips forward another few inches, the tip of her toy close enough to kiss his lips. “You want me to use it, don’t you? Then get it nice and wet.”
Sinoun sets his jaw and tries to look obstinate, but he can’t hide the flush in his cheeks, or the way his cock twitches. He wants this, wants her, but needs to act like a brat before he’ll let himself have it.
“Fine,” he bites out after a handful of seconds waiting.
He looks up at her, sullen and bratty, and licks the tip of the toy. It bobs in the air. Rathi raises her eyebrow.
“What in the Pitch was that?” she asks, hand on her hip. “No wonder Easton’s pissed off if you suck a cock like that. Give me a show, Sinoun, or I’m walking out.”
Sinoun reddens all the way to the tips of his ears. He grabs the base of the toy, his eyes rolling up. “You better make this worth my time,” he says, and finally puts his mouth on the polished wood, cheeks hollowing, as he slowly swallows it down like a proper cock-sucker would.
“Better.” Rathi rests a hand on his head, threading his fingers through his soft-as-silk waves. “But no hands, pet. Just those pretty lips.”
Sinoun glares, and she just knows he wants to say something. He shifts like he’s going to retreat, and nope, Rathi’s not having that. She tightens her grip on his head. She rocks her hips and pushes deeper into his mouth, muffling his protest.
Rathi grins. “No talking either.”
Sinoun huffs through his nose, but he drops his hands to his thighs. He works his jaw, lips parting as he licks around the toy, laving it with his spit. His throat bobs, and his eyes go a little hazy – just like she thought they would. Puts up a fight, Sinoun does, but he really wants to stay on his knees like a good boy.
Still.
She can’t let him be too comfortable, can she?
Rathi shifts her weight, sliding one bare foot forward, nudging between his knees. “Make room for me, pet.”
This is one thing he doesn’t protest. His eyes sparkle as she slides up and up, until her toes can press up against his dick, already hard and leaking. His hips rock, grinding against the top of her foot, dripping a little pre onto her ankle.
Rathi lets him rut, watching with breathless awe. She lets him grind over her foot, as he slowly swallows every inch of her toy, until his lips are pressed to her mound and his throat is full. She fists her hands in his hair, hard enough to pull on his scalp, and she keeps him there.
She counts to ten. Twenty. Thirty.
Sinoun jerks his head. His eyes go wide. He looks up at her, spit gathering in the corner of his mouth. He tries to hold back, but she holds firm. Even when his hands press at her thighs, and a tear leaks from his left eye.
Oh, but a fat drop of pre dribbles from his cock to her ankle, so his body speaks what his mouth can’t.
Rathi grins, long and slow, and loosens her hold, lets him pull back only enough to gulp a breath, the toy still heavy on his tongue, caught between his lips.
He glares up at her, spit-slick lips shiny and taut.
“Hands down,” Rathi says, and her insides twist with heat when his hands drop back to his thighs. When he sits pretty, his cock throbbing against her foot, his eyes bright with lust and indignation.
“Good pet,” Rathi purrs as Sinoun makes a noise in his throat. She swears it sounds like encouragement, and well, who is Rathi to deny him. “Again.”
She grips his hair, she rolls her hips, and she pushes back into his mouth, slow and steady. Fills him to the brim, to the roof, tilts his head to slide down his throat, and holds, holds, holds.
Then she does it again. And again. Until his eyes are wet, and his cock is heavy, and her cunt throbs, dripping slick along her thighs.
“Over,” Rathi rasps as she lets him go, as she yanks him off the toy with an audible gasp, and he’s shaking with need. “Show me your hole.”
He scrambles to obey, because he wants this as much as she does. Rathi activates all of the toy’s features with a flick of her wrist, and her moan is nearly as loud as Sinoun’s when she slides into him, and pleasure licks up her spine. He’s hot and hungry around the dick, trying to suck her deeper, and she feels it all the way to her toes.
Oh, fuck. Nym has all the best toys. Rathi might not give this one back.
This might all be a favor for Sinoun, but she’s getting her fun out of it, too.
Fair is fair after all.
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