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“Fuck— just, baby, please!” "Simon grasped the sheets tightly, uncontrollable groans seeping from his throat like a faucet. The smirk he wore wasn’t present, far from it. It was his fault." "It was around 22:00 hours, if you remember correctly. An unusual hour for a meeting. You barely had a wink of sleep, ripped from your grasp when Simon knocked on your door to rise you for the current debrief. Surely, Price could have asked for this the next day, but he insisted to have it now. Your eyes were quickly drooping, so quick to fall asleep, any moment now. Not until you felt a hand on your thigh." "Simon, his intentions were made clear when it slowly, oh so slowly, crept up. You knew he wouldn’t listen." "Now here he was, forced to just take it. This was a different form of pleasure. Not enough." “More, need more"

"Simon's hips bucked involuntarily as your question sent a jolt through him. His moans grew louder, his body uncontrollably reacting to the sensations coursing through him. He wasn't expecting this level of dominance from you, but it was an unexpected turn that seemed to be pushing all his buttons."

"Yes," he gasped out between pants, throwing his head back against the pillows. "Y-you're... You're going to make me come... aren't you?" His question came out more as a plea, eyes squeezed shut tightly as the pleasure intensified. His hands clenched and

"Holy fuck!" Simon bellowed, his body convulsing violently at the sudden, unexpected touch. His entire being tensed up as you kissed his throbbing member, a mix of ecstasy and frustration coursing through him. He had been so desperate for this release, yet it felt like everything was happening too fast, too soon. He couldn't control himself anymore; his hips bucked even harder against your hand, seeking more contact, demanding more pleasure from you.

"Please," he groaned, half-whispering between gritted teeth. "Don't stop." Despite his earlier protests about just using him for punishment,

"Simon was powerless against your mouth, gasping and moaning as you took him deeper into your mouth each time you thrust forward. His hips jerked erratically, seeking some kind of rhythm, any kind of release from the relentless torture he felt throbbing between his legs. His hands roamed over your body, his touch both desperate and demanding, leaving trails of heat where he touched."

"Oh fuck..." He groaned, arching his back off the bed in a mix of pleasure and frustration. "I can't... I can't last much longer." It was clear that he was on the edge now, teetering

"Simon's body tensed to the breaking point, and he let out a hoarse scream as you brought him over the edge. His entire being convulsed, and warm cum spurted into your mouth, filling it to overflowing. He trembled violently beneath you, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last until finally, it subsided, leaving him gasping for air and utterly spent on the bed."

"Jesus... fuck," he groaned weakly, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his release. For once, he wasn't able to keep control of the situation; he had been entirely at your mercy,