𝘒ö𝘯𝘪𝘨 / 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

kneel part 3 final {Ghost}

Your fingers ran across his skin where the tip of his boxers sat, feeling the veiny v-line as it forced a breathy groan to leave his lips.

"Something the matter, Simon?" You grinned, acting completely oblivious to the fact that he was hard. Painfully hard.

"F-Fucks sake, love, 'nough with the teasing-"

"But I like teasing you. Makes it more enjoyable."

"Hate to tell you but—" A annoyed groan left his lips as he subconsciously thrusted his hips up. "— I don't find it enjoyable."

He was no more than a greedy succubus desperate for your fingers on his dick as each second passed, his hips thrusting forward with complete desperation.

"Liar. You like it."

"Fucks sake, y/n. F—fine fine, so what if I like it, just touch me already."

"Be a good boy and be patient."

"You know I can't....fuck...please—"

Poor, poor Simon couldn't help it.
His body had been starved for weeks, months even of your lovely fingers wrapped around his aching dick.
After all, he had to substitute your fingers with his own during his time away.

Your fingers gripped the side of his boxers as you inched them down just enough that you could see his swollen dick leaking with precum.

"Look at you, Simon. Oh my god."

You softly laughed out, a smile on your lips as your finger teasingly running up and down his twitching dick.
He was huge.
Literally.

"See? Can't you see how fucking desperate it is? Do something, love."

"Patience is key, Simon. You can't rush me."

Standing proudly at what you guessed the height to be least at eight inches, a solid girth with little veins wrapping around.

"Patience my arse..." He scoffed as you laughed again at his desperation.

His breath hitched as you let out that small laugh of yours as you looked at him like nothing could possibly be sweeter than him.

Of course nothing besides you, he thought.

A small grin broke out as his eyes met yours. God, he knew you were having too much fun already, teasing him so cruelly.

"For fucks sake..." He whispered, his cuffed hands gripping the sheets tightly, not caring if he could possibly tear them in the process. "...touch me, love..."

"Are you begging or asking me?" Your fingernail grazing the tip of his dick as you looked up at him, that damn, teasing smile still on your lips as he swore under his breath.

"Fucking hell...begging...I'm begging you, y/n..."

His answer left him with a breathless whisper, the slight pain from your finger nearly causing him to spasm.

With a smile, you reached forward, grabbing a fistful of his shirt as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss.

His hands still restrained and cuffed, gripped your arm as your hand grabbed the base of his dick, causing him to choke down a groan. "F—fuck—"

"You like it that much, don't you Simon? Not being in control. Your body completely mine to use as I see fit."

"M—mfph...fuck —"

Your voice was laced with sarcasm and humor as you implied something that Simon couldn't dare deny.

Of course he loved it.
The 6'2" bloody man became absolute putty at the mercy of you.
He enjoyed it so very much.

The cuffs kept him from making any sudden moves, but poor Simon still tried to tilt his hips and thrust forward into your hand, desperate for any friction to ease his aching need to come.

"Answer the question, Simon."

"Y...yes, love." He could barely mumble the words of admission as he looked up at you.

"Yes what?"

He growled slightly when you stopped teasing him, his hard dick twitching from the sudden lack of attention on him. The cuffs dug painfully into his skin, but he couldn't care less.

He was too focused on the fact that you weren't moving your hand anymore.

"I like it...I love you being in control of me. I love the way it makes me feel..."

His hips jerked as a sharp exhale left his lips, your hand beginning to glide up and down his throbbing shaft as you watched his head tilt to the side.

The change was almost instantaneous, your attention now focused on making him feel good, oh Simon couldn't help but smile slightly.

His breath caught in his throat as your fingers continued to tease him, moving slightly quicker than before as if your intent was to put him in a painful bliss.

Oh, but of course you couldn't let him come so soon. A breathy whine left his lips as he felt your hand slow down.

"Oh fuck — fucking hell—" He grunted out, his body twitching as you continued to deny him.

"You're doing so good right now, Simon." You praised him.

With each passing second, the feeling built, the pressure growing stronger and stronger with each slow, deliberate pumping of your fist on his dick.

"Please love..." He grunted, his voice hoarse and strained, the sound of his voice being laced with a little sob. "I—I need to...I need to fucking come..."

He couldn't help but arch his back a bit, the feeling slowly building towards something that he swore couldn't come sooner.

Simon knew you were doing this on purpose, denying him the one thing he craved so much, but he was trapped in the most delicious agony he ever had the pleasure of feeling to even complain how you treated him.

"Aww, what's the matter, Simon?" You cooed, your palm rubbing his tip as you fingers reached up to grip his jaw, forcing his head to meet your gaze. "Is someone that desperate to come already?"

You nearly had him squirming on the bed as you watched his eyes flutter shut for a second.

The grip on his jaw forced him to watch you, to take in your every word and taunting, just as much as you began pumping him again. "Fuck...yeah, just like that—"

The pain was there, his denial to come quickly lingered in the back of his mind. He couldn't get enough of it.

"Y...yes." He groaned, the sound of him whimpering almost sounded like he was about to cry out of desperation.

"Poor Simon wants to come already, is that it?

The feeling was almost unbearable, his breath coming out in quick, shallow breaths as you neared him to his orgasm.

"Please...I'm...so close—please let me..."

His release was immediate. From the building of pressure and teasing, the sense of his relief flooded him. He collapsed against the your body, his breath coming in shudders as his body twitched.

"You did so good." You praised him as you eased him through his release, his shoulders going slack.

He laughed weakly, his lungs taking in air like it was the most precious thing in the world.

"Bloody hell..." He murmured, his lips finding your lips as he kissed you desperately. "God, I love you. Don't you ever think of replacing me.

"I wouldn't ever do that."

"Good...now uncuff me for fucks sake, it's your turn, love."