Tease Out

Elise lives for a sensitive boy under her thumb. She strokes him slow, deliberate, until he fights it. She likes the fight. Goblintower is spread on the bed, wrists lashed wide, legs parted, cock already betraying him. Thick, circumcised, stiff as hell before she even touches him. She runs her nails along the shaft, watches it twitch. He strains against the ropes, hips jerking, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. She smiles at that. Every time he edges, she laughs low and grips tighter. He tries to hold back, teeth clenched, but his cock has other plans. One wrong stroke and he spills, hot and sudden, spilling across his stomach. She doesn’t miss a beat. Her hand never stops, slicking through the mess, punishing him with the same rhythm that broke him. He’s moaning now, half apology, half plea, but she keeps working him, harder, until he’s shaking. Goblintower melts under her touch, helpless and spent, exactly where she wants him.