You Have to Earn It

Arson gets off on first-timers, and this night Jason’s the new toy. She ties him to the chair first, her hands all over his chest, working him until the muscles twitch. Then she sits right on his lap and grinds against the swelling in his jeans, slow and heavy, until his breath turns ragged. She gets on her knees, opens his fly, and takes his cock deep—wet, steady strokes until he’s fully hard and dripping. She swings a leg over him again, strokes his shaft between her bare thighs, slick and tight, but won’t give him more. Jason begs. Arson only smiles. Later she straps him spread-eagle to the bed. No hurry. She climbs on, pussy slick against his straining cock, sliding up and down the length, coating him. When she’s ready she peels off a sheer stocking, knots it over his eyes, then turns and settles her wet cunt on his mouth. His tongue works her while she leans forward and sucks him again—slow, deliberate, never letting him finish. Over and over she brings him right to the edge, eases off, waits, then starts again. Each time he’s closer, shaking harder. She keeps control, keeps him blind and bound, until she finally decides he’s earned it. Only then does she jerk him hard and let him spill.