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The handcuffs clicked as you secured her wrists against the headboard.
“Alright, let’s establish some safewords. Green means continue, yellow means slow down, and red means stop. Does that sound good?”
Evil Pomni pulled against the restraints, the handcuffs rattling as she tested them. “Yeah, yeah. Not like I’ll be needing them, though,” she said with a cocky grin, her sharp teeth showing.
“Well, it’s still good to have it. Just in case,” you replied. You moved down and straddled her hips, settling on top of her.
There she was. Evil Pomni bare and restrained right below you—completely at your mercy. The sight filled you with heavy anticipation. She stared up at you with a half-lidded gaze.
“So, are we gonna start or are you just gonna keep staring like a dumb[%$!#]?” she snarked.
“Patience,” you snapped, trailing your finger down to her cunt.
She let out a sigh as you began to rub her clit. Her legs shifted slightly, allowing you more access. She was already soaking wet once you inserted a finger inside, her warm cunt immediately clamping around your finger.
“F[%$!#]k,” she whispered, her hand clenching into a fist before relaxing. “Is that all you got?”
You frowned, annoyance creeping onto your face. “We’re literally just getting started, chill out.”
Evil Pomni rolled her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. “Fine… but don’t bore me to death.”
You shoved another finger inside and moved at a medium pace. Your fingers stretched her out and curled inside of her, causing her eyes to roll back in pleasure.
“Ngh—F[%$!#]k, that’s it…” she groaned, her hips jolting upwards. Now, this was her speed.
You continued to curl and thrust your fingers over and over again, her arms pulling against the restraints as the heat in her stomach started to pool. Her climax was so unbearingly close.
Then suddenly, it was gone.
You had retracted your fingers, staring at her with a mocking grin. The feeling—the high that she was chasing—it had died. And you were teasing her.
“Wh—what the f[%$!#]k, man!?” Evil Pomni yelled in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed. Her hips thrusted upwards, wanting the friction to return.
“What?” you asked in faux confusion. “You said not to bore you, so I’m making it interesting.”
“You stupid b[%$!#]h, I was about to c[%$!#]m! Get your hand back here!” she commanded, still searching for the lost friction.
“Now, Pomni, don’t forget who’s in charge here. You’re the one who’s restrained, are you not?”
“F[%$!#]k you!” she yelled, struggling against the handcuffs, the metal clicking in response.
“How rude. Ah, well I guess I should just leave you—“
“No! Wait—f[%$!#]k!” she yelped, her eyes wide in panic as she shook her head. “Okay, okay—I’ll stop. Just keep going, alright?”
You smirked as you shoved your fingers back inside of her. Her eyes rolled back once again as you hit that one spot inside of her. Yet, the second she let out a moan or even got the faintest feeling of an orgasm, you pulled away again, leaving her frustrated and helpless.
“No!” she barked, her arms struggling against the restraints—desperately wanting to pull you back against her. “What the f[%$!#]k is your problem, dude!?”
“I don’t like the way you’re acting,” you told her, placing your hand right on top of her hip, just to make her squirm. Her body tingled to the point it was bordering pleasurable yet uncomfortable. “I think you need to be nicer. Maybe ask for permission.”
Evil Pomni let out a chuckle, but there was no humour behind it. “Yeah, right. And you want me to say ‘please and thank you,’ too? No f[%$!#]ing thanks,” she mocked, trying to ignore how desperate her body was for any type of touch or relief.
“Now, stop being a f[%$!#]ing tease and finish me!” she shouted.
Your eyebrows furrowed. Is that how she wanted to act? Even when she was at your mercy? Fine then, guess you’ll have to show her how serious you are. Perhaps you have been too lenient.
She wanted to cum? Fine. You’ll let her.
But with a price.
“Alright, then. I’ll give you what you want, but you’re going to regret it,” you told her, smirking as you plunged your fingers back inside of her.
Evil Pomni smirked back with an amused laugh. “Regret it? Hah! Why the f[%$!#]k would I ever regret bustin’ a nut?”
“You’ll find out.”
Your fingers moved at a fast pace, curling and teasing every delicate spot inside her. Moans and ragged breaths escaped Evil Pomni’s mouth as she neared her limit once again. She hoped you wouldn’t pull away. Her body was becoming sensitive from your denials, and she didn’t think she could take another one.
Finally, she came hard all over your fingers. Her arms strained against the restraints and her eyes had rolled back, a loud, guttural moan escaping her throat.
Relief had finally washed over her body, but it had quickly vanished as her body started to sting. Instead of pulling away, your fingers kept their rapid pace, driving her oversensitive nerves up the wall.
That was when she realized she fucked up.
“Oh—oh, s[%$!#]t!” she yelped, her body writhing wildly against the sheets.
Your thumb rolled over her clit, causing her back to arch. She bit back a couple whines as she watched you take advantage of her vulnerable state.
“What’s wrong, Pompom? You wanted to c[%$!#]m, right? Or is it too much for you?” you teased, giving her clit another swipe.
Her body jolted up again. It was—it was too much, but she couldn’t admit that. She couldn’t give you the satisfaction of knowing you bested her. She bit back another whine, forcing a grin as she stared at you.
“T-too much? Nah, I’m f-fINE—“ her voice hitched as you dug your fingers deeper, legs thumping against the sheets.
You smirked. “Yeah? That means you can last a few more rounds, right?”
“O-obviously, dumb[%$!#]…” she muttered, not noticing how her hands balled into tight fists with each movement.
Your fingers ravished her. Every time they moved, it sent a wave of shocks throughout her body; it almost hurt—or maybe it did. Soon enough, another orgasm washed over her, and a pathetic whimper that she could no longer hold back escaped her throat.
Her face burned hotter than it ever did in her life (or lack of one.) Not just her face, but her nerves, too—everything burned, tingled, and ached. Her facade was crumbling, and you could see every bit of it.
“Nghh—! F[%$!#]K! F[%$!#]K!” Evil Pomni choked out a sob. Her chest started to heave as she began to gasp, the sound bordering on hyperventilation.
“Aw, that’s where you're sensitive, isn’t it?” you taunted, rubbing your fingers more on the specific area. The action caused her body to arch violently, her arms desperately fighting against the restraints to no avail.
She couldn’t even talk back; all she could do was pant and whimper like some miserable puppy. Tears pricked at her eyes as her body went into overdrive. She screwed her eyes shut, sweat dripping from her forehead as her mind began to blank out. The pleasure was too much—it was borderline torturous.
“Please!” she rasped between gasps, internally reeling from how pathetic she sounded. “It’s—aghh! it’s too much!”
Your head tilted, your expression laced with faux concern. “Too much? But you just said you were fine, did you not?”
Did she? She didn’t remember. She couldn’t remember anything anymore—it was all a blur. You didn’t let up, so she continued to writhe, twitch, and whine, her legs instinctively shutting in a futile attempt to stop it all.
“Ghh—! Ah! Please!” she then called out your name with a whine, her teeth clenching against her jaw.
Again. A third orgasm ripped from her, a choked groan leaving her in the process. As fun as it was to see her shake and be at your mercy, you were starting to get concerned as tears streamed down her face. Seeing this, you withdrew your fingers, Evil Pomni letting out a shaky sigh in response.
“Hey, you alright, Pompom?” you asked softly, placing a hand on her thigh.
Her body flinched in response, a whine escaping her throat. Even a slight touch would send a shock through her system. Everything was so sensitive. Too sensitive.
“Sh…shut.. up,” she muttered, finally able to catch her breath.
Her eyes were hazy and distant, you could almost say she looked like the original Pomni. She was absolutely wrecked. However, you still weren’t done with her yet. You started to reach out towards her, but as soon as you did, she flinched again—her eyes wide in panic.
“RED! F[%$!#]ING RED!” she yelped, her arms frantically straining against the cuffs.
“O-okay!” you replied, instantly backing away. Damn, you really did a number on her. Looks like she did need that safeword, afterall.
You unlocked her cuffs, finally letting her wrists free. They were red and sore from struggling against the restraints. As soon as she was released, her body fell limp.
You took her into your arms and held her close. Her body instantly melted against yours, too spent to even move or turn her head. She let out heavy pants against your neck before finally calming down to soft breaths.
“You alright, Pomni?” you asked again, speaking in a lower voice.
“Mmmgh…” she groaned, closing her eyes. Everything was too much. Her body was tingling, yet her mind was so, so tired.
“I know. That was a lot for you, huh?” You chuckled, rubbing her back. “Sorry about that. You took it like a champ, though.”
Evil Pomni let out a slight whimper at the praise, burying her face deeper into your neck. “Just be quiet. Please.”
“Heh. Alright,” you replied, holding her tighter.
The jester fell asleep in your arms, and you followed soon after. As you lost consciousness, a thought appeared in your mind.
She was definitely going to hurt tomorrow.