Chapter 217 - Leave Me Hanging *

"Open your eyes," Katherine threatened. Shocked, he opened it immediately, looking at her alluring face. The fingers came out of her p.u.s.s.y, and the tips traveled slowly to the base of his c.o.c.k and back up. He bit down on his lips, waiting to see what she would do when she scooted forward, her wet p.u.s.s.y flush with his member. 

He groaned as she sat still, her fingers still traveling over his n.a.k.e.d flesh. 

"You'll have to pay back in kind," she muttered deviously.

Cage heard someone choking and quickly realized that he was the source of the sound. He sucked in a deep breath as she started to grind against him, slow motions intended to play with his sanity. At first, it was just grinding, then she started to move up and down, working her h.i.p.s and keeping his c.o.c.k in place so that he couldn't thrust towards her. 

For Katherine, it was great fun. She remembered how he denied her orgasms at times and felt the wicked sense of justice come over her. It was time Cage got a taste of his own medicine. 

After what seemed like a decade, he finally broke and pleaded her. "Please take me inside." His eyes widened when he saw the devious expression on her face. She raised her h.i.p.s higher than she had previously and hovered over the tip. 

Just one thrust and his tip would be inside her. But what was the fun in that? She dragged her opening over his member, feeling the wetness of his prec.u.m mix with her juices. She wriggled on him, just letting the tip enter before moving back up. 

Cage sighed in frustration. He was seconds away from grinding his teeth and pulling his hair out. Good thing his hands were tied. 

Just as he was about to beg again, she sat down fully, taking him in one swoop. She stopped, looking into his eyes with a grin on her face. She wanted to sigh from the fullness she felt, but she would rather see the mixture of pleasure and shock on Cage's face. 

She was slow in moving. The excruciating pace was not good enough for her either. Yet she was having too much fun torturing him. 

She was laughing a little, her eyes on Cage who looked at her with wide eyes. "You think this is funny?" he asked, narrowing his at her with mock menace. She almost burst into laughter again. 

"Your... face," she wheezed out. Cage really wanted to shut her up, but her laughter had made it harder for him to think. This menacing woman had no regard for him. Her laughter felt like electric shocks going from his c.o.c.k to his brain. 

Thinking it was enough, Katherine placed her hand back between her legs. She knew exactly how to touch herself; she had watched him closely when he pleasured her. Her thumb pressed on her clit, putting the right amount of pressure so that the slight bit of pain was enticing. She had since stopped laughing. 

Urgency took over her. She raised herself, almost pulling him out before plunging her h.i.p.s back down. He let out a low animalistic groan. He thrust his h.i.p.s upwards, trying to reach the peak before she could c.u.m. Knowing what she wanted, she would not let him c.u.m anytime soon. 

Katherine's head snapped towards him as she glared. She placed her hand on his thighs, pushing him down and stopping him from moving his h.i.p.s. Then she continued. 

Cage grit his teeth as she maintained her pace. She said no words. Just when she felt like he was close to c.u.m.m.i.n.g, she would stop and let him cool down. At this rate, he would die from blue balls. Finally, she came. She had held off longer than they ever had.

Her thighs burned with exhaustion and she was covered in a layer of sweat. Not the best she had looked. She quickly got off him and took two steps away to look at his form. 

"You look great tied up," she commented. 

"You're not going to leave me hanging, right?" Cage asked, his voice almost filled with fear. Katherine blinked, thinking about it for a minute. If he hadn't sounded like that, she would have tortured him a little more, but the puppy dog look in his eyes persuaded her. 

She dropped to her knees and took his length into her mouth. It didn't take much for him to c.u.m. The mixture of their juices in her mouth was something different. She quite liked it. 

He was panting when he popped his c.o.c.k out of her mouth, the length growing flaccid after his explosive orgasm. She stood up and held his chin up. 

Cage stared at her curiously, waiting to see what she would do next when she gave him an open-mouthed kiss. She probed his mouth open and pushed her tongue in. Cage let her dominate. The feeling was growing on him and he thought that it would be nice to give up control at times. The passion she showed was something else. 

The proactive effort even made him feel her attraction towards him renewed. 

They kissed for what seemed like hours. When they were done, she moved off and slowly released his hands from the ties. 

Cage let out a satisfied sigh and rubbed his wrists. They were sore and red from the pressure. She caressed the spots, making him wince.

"Sorry," she mumbled, feeling the guilt creep in. 

"Don't be," Cage countered. "It feels like you marked me." He paused. "I love it."

She gave him a small smile and dragged him out of the room. He followed wordlessly, not uttering a single word until they were in the bathroom and wiping themselves with a warm wet towel. 

"Was it a good morning?" she asked, her tone light and filled with amus.e.m.e.nt. 

"The best," he replied without thinking. 

"I thought you would be mad for being awoken early, but seeing you satisfied, I can rest my worries." She sounded smug. Well, she deserved it, with how good he felt. He was still slightly breathless and remembering her moving over him did weird things to him. Again. 

Ah, he really had gone back to being a horny teenager. 

"You can wake me up to this any time you want," he encouraged, giving her a wink.